G-Code (feat. Lil Wayne)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
G-Code (feat. Lil Wayne)은(는) 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 1999년 1월 1일일에 Cash Money에서 발매되었습니다.Tha G-Code
멜로디에 강한 음악
잘 정의된 음악 패턴에 따른 명확하고 기억에 남는 멜로디를 갖춘 곡입니다. 이 척도가 높은 곡은 일반적으로 연주나 보컬 라인이 명확하고 기억에 남는 것이 특징입니다.
어쿠스틱 악기 중심
곡이 전자 음악이나 디지털 합성 음악이 아닌 어쿠스틱 악기(예: 피아노, 기타, 바이올린, 드럼, 색소폰)를 얼마나 많이 사용하는지를 나타내는 척도입니다.
발랑스
곡의 화성과 리듬 요소를 통해 전달되는 음악적 긍정성 또는 감정적 톤입니다. 높은 쾌감은 행복, 흥분, 희열의 감정에 해당하며, 낮은 쾌감은 슬픔, 분노, 우울과 연관됩니다.
춤추기 좋은 음악
템포의 안정성, 리듬 패턴, 비트 강조 등 여러 요인의 조합을 통해 곡이 춤추기에 얼마나 적합한지 정하는 척도입니다. '춤추기 좋은' 곡의 특징은 일정한 템포, 반복적인 음악 구조, 강한 다운비트입니다.
에너지
트랙의 강렬함은 템포, 역동성, 음악적 밀도에 영향을 받을 수 있습니다. 에너지가 높은 곡은 강렬한 리듬과 풍부한 악기 편곡으로 구성되는 반면, 에너지가 낮은 곡은 음악적으로 간결하고 느린 템포가 특징일 수 있습니다.
BPM95
가사
[Verse 1]
Ziggler the fucking guns Wiggler
****, we goin' all the way with this shit
I'm back in the motherfuckin saddle
With Cash Money motherfuckin' Records
You hoes thought I was down, but I ain't pimp down, ****
Bubba done raised me from the motherfuckin' dead, ****
I'm Ziggler the Wiggler, Big Chief, Toilet Paper
Clock, clock, bling, bling
I'm 'bout to bust yo' motherfuckin' dome
With all this platinum on my motherfuckin' wrist
What you say Fresh?
Them hoes try to walk past me like I ain't shit?
Bitch, I got clout, I run with the best, ****
**** done come up from the motherfuckin' street
Took five dollars and flip that bitch a zillion times
And then made ten million motherfuckin' dollars
Clock, shock, bam, lockdown
All that other shit ya' runnin', talkin' 'bout you gonna light this up
You gonna flame this up
Bitch, Cash Money gonna blow this bitch up for the deuce triple-O
And I'm a motherfuckin' G, ****, 'cause the G-Code (That's real)
Ya' live by it, Fresh
What? (That's real, ****) And you gonna die by this shit, ****
(That's real) We from the streets
You smell piss in the project hallway
You come outside, them children jumpin' off the porch, shitty pampers
You can't get your lil' boy to put the garbage out at night
You better get yourself together
Say, I'm gonna work for somebody who gonna pay me
I ain't got to work hard but I just got to be there
So if you be there, you gonna be took care of
Shoemaker old school, Bubba old school
Fresh, the best motherfuckin' mixer in the world
Sugar Slim stretchin' them hoes out
Them hoes got to go to the GYBO clinic
Slim ain't playin' with them hoes
Dookie gonna get his mind right
Turk, he tight
Weezy ain't makin' it no easier for them hoes
And Juvenile just need to suck on a lemon
'Cause he just awesome
His fuckin' jaw clock, clock, locked up
Cash Money motherfuckin' Records
Multi-millionaires, **** from off the street
The block, round the corner that made it
**** done bust all kinda heads
But they done smooth that shit out
And brought it to another motherfuckin' level, ****
(Good night) I'm the Big Chief
And I got to say one thing to you, **** (Say good night, ****)
If you wanna holler, ask for that fuckin' Oscar Meyer
'Cause we on fire
Clock, clock, that's a wrap (Good night, Ziggie)
Good night, Hiroshima shakatokeinackawashi
[Verse 2]
Live or die by this, ****, what?
Please smell that
I ain't terrified from nothin'
I'm young, wild, crazy, and disgustin'
Better watch me 'cause I'm comin' with a oven by my stomach
I'm scramblin' for the money
Tape ya' up like a mummy
Call ya' people and tell 'em I need fifty for this dummy
I'm runnin', hidin', and duckin'
Stuntin', ridin', and thuggin'
Dumpin' fire and bustin'
Lovin', lyin', and lustin'
Stealin', killin', and rapin'
Runnin', climbin', and chasin'
Strugglin', hustlin' to make it
Get it, got it, I take it
Watch ya' Chevy, mister
Move ya' purse, miss
'Cause I tote heavy pistols and man they burst quick
It's too late to hesitate, I was told there'd be better days
But shit that was yesterday and still I haven't ate
But, dog, that's how ya' labor when ya' bein' a thug
But these **** don't seem to feel me 'til they seein' they blood
Can't hide it, though
I represent the 17th Carrolton Hollygrove
That's my G-Code
[Verse 3]
Now put ya' box in the mud
Get ya' glocks in ya' gloves
Ride drops on dubs
We gon' live by that
Make the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol **** what
Hit the block and open up
We gon' die by that
Now put ya' box in the mud
Get ya' glocks in ya' gloves
Ride drops on dubs
We gon' live by that
Make the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol **** what
Hit the block and open up
We gon' die by that
[Verse 4]
We raised up lookin' at trees and brick walls
Foreign properties and pack some menthols
Got us a fire connect and went off
Got jammed with this broad that rent cars
Wasn't tryin' to change the game, just be in it
Didn't give a fuck if we balled for 3 minutes
Snatch all the hoes and 'bauds and ree' tennis
**** can't survive the shit that we been in
Jack **** to get some cheap linen
The ones that refuse we put 'em to sleep in it
Got up in the mornin' for class and play hookie
Some of us is veteran, some of 'em stay rookie
Bitch couldn't talk to us if she wasn't fuckin'
Ya' either be 'bout it or look and keep truckin'
Police drew causes and tried to cross lines
We stuck to the code, we lived and died by it
[Verse 5]
Now put ya' box in the mud
Get ya' glocks in ya' gloves
Ride drops on dubs
We gon' live by that
Make the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol **** what
Hit the block and open up
We gon' die by that
Now put ya' box in the mud
Get ya' glocks in ya' gloves
Ride drops on dubs
We gon' live by that
Make the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol **** what
Hit the block and open up
And we gon' die by that
[Verse 6]
If war ever came we held the fort down
Crack, slowed up, we switched and sold pound
Stayed on point to make some more green
Get our stash away from dope fiends
**** had a habit, he supplied his own
Always stay hot 'cause we ride with chrome
We kept a little work for the ki's and bones
Crowds draw heat so we be's alone
We learned how to keep out mouth closed and watch
Them other motherfuckers fall off the block
24/7 all around the clock
We hustlin' the course in the gambling spot
We had a chance to stop, we still wasn't ready
Shit kept comin' so we made more 'fetti
Police drew causes and tried to cross lines
We stuck to the code, we lived and died by it
[Verse 7]
Now put ya' box in the mud
Get ya' glocks in ya' gloves
Ride drops on dubs
We gon' live by that
Make the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol **** what
Hit the block and open up
And we gon' die by that
[Verse 8]
Put ya' box in the mud
Get ya' glocks in ya' gloves
Ride drops on dubs
We gon' live by that
Make the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol **** what
Hit the block and open up
And we gon' die by that
Now put ya' box in the mud
Get ya' glocks in ya' gloves
Ride drops on dubs
We gon' live by that
Make the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol **** what
Hit the block and open up
And we gon' die by that
Put ya' box in the mud
Get ya' glocks in ya' gloves
Ride drops on dubs
We gon' live by that
Make the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol **** what
Hit the block and open up
And we gon' die by that
[Verse 9]
The G-Code ****
Live by it die by it every day, youngin' smell that?
Please believe (Please do)
Please believe (Please do)
Juvenile, little Weezy
Two Jeezy, and smell that
Written by: Byron O. Thomas, Terius Gray
