Adrenaline - Mobb Deep: 노래 가사, 뮤직 비디오 및 콘서트

Adrenaline

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Adrenaline은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 1999년 8월 17일일에 LOUD Records에서 발매되었습니다.Murda Muzik

곡 정보

앨범Murda Muzik

발매일1999년 8월 17일

라벨LOUD Records

언어English

멜로디에 강한 음악

어쿠스틱 악기 중심

발랑스

춤추기 좋은 음악

에너지

BPM

개요

가사

크레딧

실연 아티스트

Havoc

보컬

Steve Hackett

음원으로 샘플링된 아티스트

작곡 및 작사

Kejuan Muchita

작사가 겸 작곡가

Albert Johnson

작사가 겸 작곡가

프로덕션 및 엔지니어링

Havoc

프로듀서

Jonathan Williams

Jonathan Williams

믹싱 엔지니어

Sheldon Guide

추가 엔지니어

Steve Sola

믹싱 엔지니어, 녹음 엔지니어

가사

[Verse 1]

Bring it to these **** son

Yeah, it's that war shit

It's that war shit

Coming through, coming through like what

[Verse 2]

Ay, and you know what done?

[Verse 3]

It makes you sick to hear the Mobb bang like this

Infamous for the world to hate or play this

Could give a fuck if you can't rock with this

My don's heads bop to this

We stand out like a tourist

And make more noise than them other rap ****

No gimmicks

Just pure adrenaline

Raw lyrics, incredible beats

Don't mean to rub it in

But your small time, beneath our feet

Straight ass cheeks, **** be asking

For ass whippings

Guns kick like pelle

My big shit be jumping like Jordan

Often lay a man down on the floor when it gets like that

I'm not blowing off rounds so you can hear sounds

[Verse 4]

So you can run back acting like you a vet

And swearing your dead

You survived some real shit

Now what's this? It's not going down like this

Ground that **** like punishment

Dumping out whole clips when we dumb out

Though I'd rather do music and chill the fuck out

Don, you bugged out, I'm tying to walk a peaceful route

But **** always got mouth till that piece come out

And **** always gonna think something sweet

Till when they least expect you bringing action exactly

[Verse 5]

It be the guns, money

Pussy, cars, drugs, jewels, clothes

Brawls, killings, boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress, the D's, N.Y.C.

I say, guns, money, pussy, cars, drugs, jewels, clothes

Brawls, killings, boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress, the D's, N.Y.C.

[Verse 6]

Feel the gat blow while your shit rips

My shit'll hit while you letting **** go

So you can lower the rest

That'll only put odds against any attempt

Any provoke uprise you ain't got it in you

First of all you too soft for fastball

Point game track y'all merk like a Jaguar, Nascar

The V out, buck 80 on your sonar

Hennesy spilling all over my radar

Stay charged **** getting amped off the Mobb shit

Have you wilding out on some club shit

Fit to make 'em dance at the same time

Stop and glance

Slap flames out the **** with the wrong idea

Young ****, young minds but that's quite contraire

Young ****, smart ****

Who started from the stairs, how dare?

You try to come around the way

In fear, like a **** that been there for years

Shout words that we live but don't play with it

'Cause when the shit go down you be like, they did it

[Verse 7]

It be the guns, money

Pussy, cars, drugs, jewels, clothes

Brawls, killings, boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress, the D's, N.Y.C.

I said, guns, money, pussy, cars, drugs, jewels, clothes

Brawls, killings, boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress, the D's, N.Y.C

[Verse 8]

Taste test this

Military shit

Bitches love this

They mans wanna dub this

Thugness, it ain't easy to find

Shit like mine, I'm a rare species

You're a dime a gross

That's a dozen heats at least

Keep silence the most

Regulate with the rest of my establishment

Blast out the pockets of coats

Make the cop boat, I back down your whole background, yo

Irons

Or permanent press, your clothes soaking

You feel the shots, pain every heartbeat throbbing

Don't get excited, you'll only make it worse fighting

Spent most of my nights graveyard shifting

Make burial grounds be that man grim reaper

With all pleasure

Lift his feet up

Pick your heat up

Let's do it like crematory

Make it hot, make the temperature rise like mercury

[Verse 9]

When I feel like getting bent, yo don't fuck what it done

I'm a drink away the pain until the brain get numb

Can't take all my dawgs getting lost in the fog

Never to return, I guess they heard God's call

And nature don't surprise me now

Prepare for the worst

And never believed in silver line clouds

Scrutinize crowds

My surroundings

Get suspect we start four pounding, shit

Picture me up in the mix

With the next man broke and it's on my dick

A good man of plenty but an enemy it was clear

I just be another problem that he feeling to fix

But I can't have that

Pull out, I try to grab that

Caught one **** like, we have that

[Verse 10]

It be the guns, money

Pussy, cars, drugs, jewels, clothes

Brawls, killings, boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress, the D's, N.Y.C.

I said, guns, money, pussy, cars, drugs, jewels, clothes

Brawls, killings, boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress, the D's, N.Y.C.

I said, guns, money, pussy, cars, drugs, jewels, clothes

Brawls, killings, boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress, the D's, N.Y.C.

Tonight we gon' end this party early

So let's get it right

Written by: A. Johnson, Kejuan Muchita

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