Operation Stackola
808
Hip-Hop/Rap
Operation Stackola 由 Virgin Records 于 1995年7月4日 发行,作为专辑“ ”的一部分。Operation Stackola
旋律性
歌曲的曲调是否清晰易记,是否遵循了明确的音乐模式。旋律性强的歌曲一般具有清晰、令人难忘的器乐或声线。
不插电
衡量一首歌曲对不插电乐器(例如钢琴、吉他、小提琴、鼓、萨克斯)而非电子或数字合成的依赖程度
Valence
通过歌曲的和声和节奏成分,传达的音乐积极性或情感基调。高情感值与幸福、兴奋和愉悦的感觉相对应,而低情感值则与悲伤、愤怒或忧郁有关。
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。
BPM83
音乐视频
音乐视频
制作
出演艺人
Numskull
声乐
Yukmouth
声乐
作曲和作词
Jerold Ellis
词曲作者
Darren Robinson
词曲作者
Garrick Husband
词曲作者
Joseph Johnson
词曲作者
Richie Rich
词曲作者
制作和工程
D Wiz
工程师
Darrin Harris
工程师
Michael Denton
工程师
N.O. Joe
制作人
Tom Baker
母带工程师
歌词
[Verse 1]
Posted up in the cut
To make a buck I had to sell 'nuff drugs
Showed up, an rolled up, bubbled wit tough thugs that love to bust slugs
I had much love, from dope fiends
Plug 'em wit mo cream, my dangla
I used to sport Wranglers wit Pro Wings
Fa sho green-ery stacked up, that macked up
Quick to put the gat up an blast on **** that act up
Snatched the scratch up, quick hit the back fence loc
I been broke, rollin through yo muthafuckin' hood in trench coats
Wit double barrels get yo narrow ass on the ground
I'm not play, I don't play though
I'm out to get yo pay roll
Say ho, you get yo monkey ass stomped wit the steel toe
Fucked in the game like a dildo
From the Vill ho to the muthafuckin' Fillmore for real though
None can get with this sick wit it man slaughter
Practice lookin harder than forty Water
**** all over claimin' they foldin' weight
I caught yo slippin', rippin' that duct tape over yo face
An off the Golden Gate
Let go, I'm down to break jaws when I takes all's
Yo cash, blast that ass won't last fo one mo day like Nate Dog, break laws
Lethal weapon like Danny, slangin' candy
Livin' lavish about my cabbage understands me
[Verse 2]
Can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me fuck gettin' fronted
(Gaffled an licks I done it, that's why a **** always gets blunted)
Can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me fuck gettin' fronted
(Gaffled an licks I done it, that's why a **** always gets blunted)
[Verse 3]
I see what you see, but you don't see what I see
Mill' an zips come up the whole grip like Kadafi
Twenty years of age, waitin' fo the say someone say cap me
A whole line of felonies on my rap sheet
Any means to make loot in the East Oakland Bay route
It's all about makin' mail fuck bein' cute (Woo)
That's the sound when it's time to lay down my hustle
Why there's so many bubbles?
I choose to throw rocks like Barney Rubble
Can't lie back, wit a gang of top scratch
I gots to move on, an scoot on
Now muthafucka, can you buy that?
Lay low make no mistakes, make it successful
And if a **** run up then make his chest full
I toss **** that try to struggle off me, cross me
A gang of jealousy because I'm saucy
It's not my fault that I grew to become a licksta
Instead I say moms meetin' pops was a mix up, pick up
Hennessy got my brain runnin' quicker than I can think
Adrenaline pumpin about to faint, ain't no shame
Can't be no 9 to 5 ****
The "O" is where I'm from, so I gots to survive ****
[Verse 4]
Can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me fuck gettin' fronted
(Gaffled an licks I done it, that's why a **** always gets blunted)
Can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me fuck gettin' fronted
(Gaffled an licks I done it, that's why a **** always gets blunted)
[Verse 5]
****, notice I'm broke wit a loaded four-fifth gat
The real **** rolled an showed us where you hide yo doe and shit at
He did just that, showed me where the kicks at
An big scratch told Knum to come **** let's get that
Yuk pull over, park the Nova
Tonight's the night, so I hope you write about the yola
I hold the Mag, lookin' for the attack
Search the whole fuckin' crib 'cause I know he got scratch
Creep up the muthafuckin' stairs wit the ski mask
On the second floor in the drawer there should be cash
But we laugh 'cause we see task cars right next door
But we poor, no budget, fuck it, so kick down the door
Boom kick it once, boom kick it twice
Three times it's breakin' an have the fuckin' building shakin'
Make our way through the house nothin' less nothin' more
(Where the kicks at, man?) I think they in the third drawer
There's more, and that's a fa sho-sho
I got the doe, now we up out the door
Before the neighbors call po-po
To the mobile, to count the real deal bank roll
In my sock, I rub daily 'cause it's scratchin my ankle
It's morning
We unleash to the streets
With twelve G's a piece, headed straight to the East
Better recognize this game is bought to be sold
That's why I pull licks fo some paper to fold
[Verse 6]
I can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me fuck gettin' fronted
(Gaffled an licks I done it, that's why a **** always gets blunted)
Can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me fuck gettin' fronted
(Gaffled an licks I done it, that's why a **** always gets blunted)
Bitch
Written by: D. Robinson, Garrick Husbands, Jerold Ellis, Joseph Johnson, Richie Rich


