Hard Knocks
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嘻哈/说唱
Hard Knocks 由 Death Row/Aftermath/Interscope Records 于 2024年12月13日 发行,作为专辑“ ”的一部分。Missionary
旋律性
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不插电
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Valence
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舞蹈性
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能量
曲目的感知强度,可能受节奏、动态和音乐紧凑程度的影响。一首高能量的歌曲可能节奏欢快、乐器编配丰富,而一首低能量的歌曲则可能音乐编配简洁、节奏较慢。
BPM88
制作
出演艺人
Snoop Dogg
声乐
K.A.A.N.
其他声乐
Cocoa Sarai
其他声乐
David "Preach" Balfour
键盘
Sly Pyper
其他声乐
Erik "Blu2th" Griggs
键盘
Kion Williams
鼓
Dem Jointz
鼓
Chris Lowery
小号
Chris Johnson
长号
Jerry “Jay Flat” Williams
萨克斯管
Farid Karam Nassar
键盘
作曲和作词
Kion Williams
作曲家
Bernard Edwards Jr.
作曲家
Calvin Broadus
作曲家
Andre Young
作曲家
B. Baraj
作曲家
Brandon Perry
作曲家
Carlos Mellino
作曲家
Jesse "Corparal" Wilson
作曲家
Khalif Muhammad
作曲家
Ricardo Lew
作曲家
Roger Waters
作曲家
Tia Myrie
作曲家
Tiwan Raybon
作曲家
Varick Smith
作曲家
制作和工程
Dr. Dre
制作人
Jesse "Corparal" Wilson
制作人
Self B Tru
制作人
Focus
制作人
Jeffery “Champ” Massey
助理录音工程师
Victor "Vic" Luevanos
助理录音工程师
Quentin Gilkey
录音工程师
Paris Nicole Arditti
录音工程师
Mo Cozey
录音工程师
Bernard Edwards Jr.
混音工程师
Brian Gardner
母带工程师
Farid Karam Nassar
录音工程师
歌词
[Intro]
Aye cuh, this shit on?
[Intro]
My life the fucking business
In here collecting digits
This shit could get explicit
Got a sweet tooth for these bitches
Yeah, burning through these mill tickets
Shit could get wicked (Mic check)
[Intro]
Lights, camera, action
Slow burn, no crashing
Now that's a lot of ashes
The fucking main attraction
[Verse 1]
Let's get this shit in order, I am the top of the totem
Time to reload 'em, we blowing the smoke out yo' modem
I'm getting closer, yeah, I know you smelling that aroma
House-hold name on every motherfucking corner
Ring-ding-ding, she fuck me right, then I'm a goner
Ting-ting-ding, we toasting to this marijuana
Now how many licks does it take
Just to get to the center of a cupcake, no time to pump fake
[Chorus]
Come on, school of hard knocks, took the long way
Huh, sick of crooked cops in them pissy hallways
Huh, made it out the hood, now it's broadway
Y'all motherfuckas better leave them kids alone
[Verse 2]
These **** can't afford to go to war on a budget
Say my name in the wrong sentence and I'ma pull up and touch 'em
Repercussion in this bitch, it sound just like a percussion
Have you deep cover, cold case, under the rubbish
Murder was the fucking case, that's the killa Cali way
Ricky in the alleyway, just another Saturday
Drinking Gin & Juice while these bitches was sipping Alize
It's just a matinee, watch me blow a bag a day
[Chorus]
Come on, school of hard knocks, took the long way
Huh, sick of crooked cops in them pissy hallways
Huh, made it out the hood, now it's broadway
Y'all motherfuckas better leave them kids alone
[Bridge]
I started out with nothing
And took this gangsta shit worldwide
You know a **** always into something
I couldn't even help it if I tried
[Verse 3]
Now, this is fair warning ****, final notice
Back outside and moving on this locomotive
Hot as fuck, but still, keeping a cold shoulder
You outta luck, success the sweetest hangover
Game over, over, over
[Verse 4]
Guns on the bed, yeah, aye
Phone on do not disturb
Two Chevys in my grandma driveway, no this not the burbs
Prescriptions in the medicine cabinet, I got wok reserved
Guns on the bed, the chopper mine, the pocket rocket hers
You actin' nervous around killers, you got a lot of nerve
She wanna slot, I'm at the top, you know that top reserved
You shedding blood that's Murder Inc, yo name get hot as Irv
My shooters quiet on the set, you won't hear not a word (Hush)
Used to give it my all, fuck a minimum wage
Tryna make me a slave, that's how villains are made
Had me feeling someway, stuck in my feelings some day
Windows get tinted Sunday, pillage the village Monday
Just another day at work, feeling like I'm on the verge
Get the urge to wanna purge, shit get deep — spoken word
Met this bitch in Sherman Oaks, I bet she fuck with Sherm
Smokey in the pigeon coop, look like she ducking Worm
Baby daddy on her back, every time I bust a turn
Bitch keep lookin right to left, that shit not my concern
On Long Beach Blvd until I get to 23rd
Put us in a jungle, we leaving out that bitch in furs
I'm talking his and hers, DA tryna switch his words
Murder was the case, but you know what the witness heard — nothing
**** bumped his head, must've hit a nerve
Scratches on the statement like the Forgiatos hit a curb
I see you for what you is with my vision blurred
Don't make a **** sign off on this hit without a signature
You know this shit could get ugly as Forest Whitaker
Make ya bone chill and you feel it all in ya fibula
I be home getting my dick sucked with the semi tucked
Frequently knee deep in some pussy and still don't give a fuck
[Refrain]
Guns with dots, big fish tryna connect something
Parking lot pimping, tryna collect something
Too rich to make poor decisions
Too many died for attention
They prey on you, no religion
Don't let 'em play with you, might have to kill something
**** a change on you, pop, career done
And then them chains on you, locked in prison
[Outro]
A **** out here moving right
The shit you bitches do for likes
Written by: Andre Young, B. Baraj, B. Edwards Jr, B. Perry, Brandon Michael Perry, C. Mellino, Calvin Broadus, Carlos Joaquin Mellino, J. Wilson, K. Muhammad, K. Williams, R. Lew, Roger Waters, T. Raybon, Tia Myrie, Tiwan J. Raybon, V Smith, Varick D Smith

