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Killer Mike
Killer Mike
Вокал
André 3000
André 3000
Вокал
Antwan Patton
Antwan Patton
Дополнительный вокал
Miesha Prince
Miesha Prince
Дополнительный вокал
Aniyah Render
Aniyah Render
Дополнительный вокал
LUCAS
LUCAS
Дополнительный вокал
Jonelle Shirley
Jonelle Shirley
Дополнительный вокал
Et3 Gang
Et3 Gang
Бас
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Michael Render
Michael Render
Композитор
André Benjamin
André Benjamin
Композитор
Antwan Patton
Antwan Patton
Композитор
Archie Hall
Archie Hall
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
André 3000
André 3000
Продюсер
Warren Bletcher
Warren Bletcher
Ассистент инженера
Zack Odom
Zack Odom
Ассистент инженера
Vincent Alexander
Vincent Alexander
Ассистент инженера
John Frye
John Frye
Миксинг-инженер
Mark Rains
Mark Rains
Инженер звукозаписи
Malik Albert
Malik Albert
Инженер звукозаписи

Слова

[Intro]
Killer keeps it honest
'Cause reality is perception with a weak stomach
Bubbling uneasy like the bowels of hell (Boo!)
Enough to make a black ghost turn pale
[Verse 1]
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
[Verse 2]
K-I-L-L
This is the name that came to alter the game
Not like these rappers who spit it the same
Separate lames from they chain
My mind don't slack
I'm totally focused on beatin' up tracks
Monsterous music to beat in your 'Lac
Thousand watt amp with woofers in back
Lean to the left if you burnin' a sac
Baby got back and it's in Baby Phat
Pardon me, dawg, for chasin' the cat
I'm hittin' all kittens meowin' like that
I like the front and I'm lovin' the back
I like to bite and I'm hopin' she scratch
Escalade dippin', I'm holdin' the lane
Mama's a scholar, she blowin' my brain
Ain't this the life?
Snappin' and trappin' and rappin' and frappin' all night
Lil mama's a plumber, she's handlin' pipe
Ill wit' a pill, she handle it right
Like Iverson, the smallest thing on the team but the livest one
Cocked, loaded, bust like a gun
Y'all better run, one, one
[Chorus]
Thump, thump, thump, thump (Yeah)
All in your trunk (Yeah)
Grindin' and hustlin' and gettin' at mine
Swervin' and tokin' and grippin' on pine
Bump, bump, bump, bump (Yeah)
All in your trunk (Yeah)
Woofers and tweeters and speakers and geekers
Crawl in your bunk (Yeah)
[Verse 3]
How we gon' stop? (Whoa)
How we gon' quit? (Shit)
Brand new shoes and socks on the Chevy
I came through swervin' like this, I'm
Good wit' the game, gutter fo' show
Duckin' you lames and obstacles
Don't get that ass in a hospital
Wrapped in a cast from head to toe
This boy, he real
Racin' the candy Seville through Dixie Hills
My cars do wheelies, drive on three wheels
First round pick like Michael Vick
Quarterback status, throw passes at chicks
Santana Moss when catching the ball
Get it? Like Moss, she catches the ball
Perfectly tuned, my engine don't stall
And I'm equipped with nitros, y'all
Ready to rip, burn, roar
Ready to tear through your city on tour
Took the whole world and murdered that shit
Caught the beat runnin' and dipped with that bitch
Later, for now, I'm hustlin' hits
Flippin' my words like bricks, trick
Yeah
[Chorus]
Thump, thump, thump, thump (Yeah)
All in your trunk (Yeah)
Grindin' and hustlin' and gettin' at mine
Swervin' and tokin' and grippin' on pine
Bump, bump, bump, bump (Yeah)
All in your trunk (Yeah)
Woofers and tweeters and speakers and geekers
Crawl in your bunk
[Outro]
New, new, that new-new
New-new for you-you
New-new for you-you
That new-new, that new-new
New-new for you-you
New-new for you-you
That new-new, that new-new
New-new for you-you
New-new for you-you
That new-new, that new-new
New-new for you-you
New-new for you-you
Written by: André Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Archie Hall, Jonathan Smith, Michael Render
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