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Knowledge God
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Knowledge God은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 1995년 8월 1일일에 RCA Records Label에서 발매되었습니다.Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...
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Knowledge God은(는) 지난 주에 처음 몇 초 동안에 가장 많이 검색된 곡입니다.
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Stanley Black
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작곡 및 작사
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
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Corey Woods
Corey Woods
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
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[Verse 1]
Fake **** throw shit in they drinks
Club nights we snatch linx, politic, Africans, and Chinks
Wide World of Sport **** snort coke by the seconds
**** projects filled with fiends injecting morphine
The God seen more cream, and upstate
Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen
Chill pa, the God'll be a Star when you come home
Light bones, and let you rock my 3G stone
So, see cousin, yo I was working, cats I'm jerking
And uptown, these **** acting like they hurting
Keys 20 for a brick
Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why Papi got hit
Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June
By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room
Skied up, weed the fuck up, to top it off
Look beat up, with two crack fiends hugging your seed up
I took care of that, though, but don't worry 'bout it
I got your back though
[Chorus]
Yo, why's my **** always yelling that broke shit?
Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit
Chill God, yo, the son don't chill Allah
What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God
[Verse 2]
Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere
Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna
Italiano, slanted-eyed, banging a fat Milano
Selling coke right out the bottle
Sometime, a **** brought 9's, to test with mines
Crazy piece, buying keys in Greece
Was a rich ****, picture the **** without dope figures
Condo with his chick, rocking the gold vigor
Mafia flicks, tying up tricks was his main hobby
Teaching his seed, Wu-Tang karate
Mixing drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks
Night time rolling with snakes
Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank
Sixteen shots in his fish tank
And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana
Smokin ganja, calling his weed pipe Sandra
Claiming New York was ancient Babylon
Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like heroine
I can't front though, truck loads of Indo
Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho
[Chorus]
Yo, why's my **** always yelling that broke shit?
Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit
Chill God, yo, the son don't chill Allah
What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God
Why's my **** always yelling that broke shit?
Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit
Chill God, yo, the son don't chill Allah
What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God
[Chorus]
Yo, why's my **** always yelling that broke shit?
Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit
Chill God, yo, the son don't chill Allah
What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God
Written by: Corey Woods, Robert Diggs
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