音樂影片

音樂影片

積分

演出藝人
危險老鼠
危險老鼠
演出者
Run The Jewels
Run The Jewels
演出者
Big Boi
Big Boi
聲樂
el p
el p
聲樂
Killer Mike
Killer Mike
聲樂
Hector Delgado
Hector Delgado
編程
詞曲
Brian Burton
Brian Burton
作曲家
Jon Spencer
Jon Spencer
作曲家
Jaime Meline
Jaime Meline
作曲家
Hector Delgado
Hector Delgado
作曲家
Michael Render
Michael Render
作曲家
Antwan Patton
Antwan Patton
作曲家
製作與工程團隊
危險老鼠
危險老鼠
製作人
Hector Delgado
Hector Delgado
製作人
Jonathan Kreinik
Jonathan Kreinik
錄音師
joey raia
joey raia
混音師

歌詞

[Verse 1]
Run, Run, Run The Jewels
Gangster like you wake up in Dickies and load the clippy
The reign of our ascension makes statisticians feel sickly
Accountants, they get snippy, they never counted so quickly
Got 'em up sniffin' yak up off an abacus for a living
Crime authors, autobiographically bastards
Pain passin', put a pain in your brain batter
Style droppin' the drums and stun all goggles
Small talkers get launched on, clobbered and tossed off
Knock 'em on just to get rocks off
Put a pause on all of that soft talk, chop-chop
Tick tock, you got until the hands on the clock stop
I'm bagging a bag, then I'm backing out, better back off
[Verse 2]
That's why I'm outta here, baby
Before these clowns put me down in the ground, baby
I'm running reds till I'm out of this town, baby
You want your money back? Chase me
[Verse 3]
Jewel runner, gold dripper, flow flipper
Smoke killer, slow sipper, quick temper
Temperamental, sharp mental, departmental
Tight fellow, wouldn't want to be him, wouldn't want to see him
They the type, really be jealous, get's you hype
Oh, Jesus, these **** is polices
We gon' shower on these pussies, they mamas gon' know Jesus
Donkey Johnny told me, "Money, these **** should know better
But they monkeys so you got to show junkies ain't no let-up"
Bad manners, the bad manor do bad things
A bad bitch gave me bomb head to Bad Brains
The sheriff's daughter, we be outta there 'fore dad came
[Verse 4]
That's why I'm outta here, baby
Before these clowns put me down in the ground, baby
I'm running reds till I'm out of this town, baby
You want your money back? Chase me
[Verse 5]
You ain't gonna get your money back
Ain't gonna get the money, jack
You ain't gonna get that money back
I got the bag, it ain't coming back
You ain't gonna get your money, jack
I got the bag, it ain't coming back
You ain't gonna get your money, jack
I got the bag
[Verse 6]
Real grippers, pimp **** with Gucci slippers
Coochie tippers, Magic City got groupie strippers
A crew of killers and dealers, we got this newbie with us
We turn Pirellis to jellies, ex-cons, and former cellies
Stay on ready, foot on that very heavy
Good on deck, smelly-smelly
Show some respect or you'll get showered like parade confetti
Made man, I'm made already, nobody safe from petty
450 horse up in the Porsche, 600 in the Chevy
Buddy, I'm nutty, I've got some screws loose
And if your bitch wants some cutty, baby, I choose you
Underground kings, speed and sound things
Run the sacks and be aware of all your surroundings
[Verse 7]
That's why I'm outta here, baby
Before these clowns put me down in the ground, baby
I'm running reds till I'm out of this town, baby
You want your money back? Chase me
[Verse 8]
Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen
Right now, I got to tell you about the fabulous, most groovy
Written by: Antwan Patton, Brian Burton, Hector Delgado, Jaime Meline, Jon Spencer, Michael Render
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