DJ Premier & Roc Marciano — Execution Style: тексты песен, клипы и концерты

DJ Premier & Roc Marciano

Execution Style

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Трек «Execution Style» вышел в 8 августа 2025 г. г. на альбоме « » (лейбл «TTT»)The Coldest Profession

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АльбомThe Coldest Profession

Дата релиза8 августа 2025 г.

ЛейблTTT

Мелодичность

Акустичность

Валанс

Танцевальность

Энергия

BPM84

ОБЗОР

СЛОВА

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ

DJ Premier

Барабаны

Roc Marciano

Исполнитель

МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА

Chris Martin

Автор песен

Rahkeim Meyer

Автор песен

ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ

DJ Premier

Продюсер

Nef

Инженер звукозаписи

Parks Vallely

Миксинг-инженер

Слова

[Verse 1]

Yo, crocodile surround the watch dial, ****, watch out

If I catch ya wife out of pocket, pal, I'ma knock her down

No need to get wild hostile with the cops around, you was just docile

Now you yappin' all loud but that ain't my kind of crowd

Like a female with a high body count

We can only vibe if she buy me a house

For now we can't chill or pow wow without a few hundred thou' from my account

Know I'm talkin' 'bout

Supply in a drought, took the powder with the rocky mount, had a shoot out

Only a few can vouch, it's only truth that come out my mouth

My homie, Q, lost two from the bout

Caught up with the kid that slid him execution style, true story

[Chorus]

I wait for one to act up, execution style

Now I got 'em backed up

Homie pulled up, execution style

**** like, "Yo, Roc, **** done stole me in the mouth"

I wait for one to act up

Word, that shit was crazy

Now I got 'em backed up

Gun to his neck now, react what?

[Verse 2]

Yo, silk robe, silver and gold, one long stemmed rose

Sports Illustrated centerfold holds pose in expensive overcoat

Show these bitches my boat 'cause I'm a showboat

They can't touch the gold, I'm Mayweather doin' the shoulder roll

Thought they had me on the ropes, rope-a-dope

Close the windows to ya soul, there's no one home

You know how the old saying go, "when in Rome," but homie, we grown

And everything that glitter ain't gold

Get ya main thing stole, been had the game in a stranglehold

Shaved the globe, gave it the razor Ramone

Blow ya brains out in the old Range Rove'

You know how gangstas roll

[Chorus]

I wait for one to act up, execution style

Now I got 'em backed up

Gun to his neck now, react what?

I wait for one to act up, execution style

Now I got 'em backed up

Gun to his neck now, react what?

[Verse 3]

Yo, I explore Bally's, colors vary

Gotta carry if you lack muscularity

Get caked all up in ya butt cavity

Bust ya ass, left the club with a baddie

I just wanna be happy like Mary

Not tryna get married, but if she nice with the culinary

Send the Cullinan to pick her up from her addy

Call me daddy, cross body bags for functionality

'Cause love rather be judged than carried

Clap heat, covered in blood like Carrie

A few other casualties, **** is catty

So actually, hun, this should be right up ya alley

Cat daddy, pussy

[Chorus]

I wait for one to act up, execution style

Now I got 'em backed up

Gun to his neck now, react what?

[Outro]

Blow ya noodles out execution style

Uh

Written by: Chris Martin, Rahkeim Meyer

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