Do Sumptin
3,084
Soundtrack
Do Sumptin 由 Bloodline Records 於 2003年1月1日發行,收錄於專輯《 》中Cradle 2 the Grave (Original Soundtrack)
旋律
歌曲有多麼清晰易記且符合明確音樂模式的旋律。通常,旋律分明的作品會擁有清晰易記的器樂或人聲主線。
原聲音質
此指標衡量一首歌曲在多大程度上依賴原聲樂器 (例如鋼琴、吉他、小提琴、鼓、薩克斯風),而非電子或數位合成音效
Valence
歌曲透過和聲與節奏所傳達的音樂積極性或情感基調。數值高通常對應快樂、興奮或愉悅感,數值低則與悲傷、憤怒或憂鬱相關。
節奏感
綜合了節拍穩定性、節奏型態與重拍強度等多重因素,以判定一首歌曲適合跳舞的程度。一首「節奏感強」的歌曲,通常具備穩定的速度、重複的音樂結構與明顯的強拍。
輕快
曲目的律動感可能受節奏快慢、音量起伏與聲譜密度所影響。較輕快的歌曲通常節奏強勁,編曲豐滿;反之,不太輕快的歌曲則可能編曲簡約、節奏較慢。
BPM89
積分
演出藝人
Comp
聲樂
詞曲
Jordan McElveen
詞曲創作
James Stanley Carter
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
Jay Funk
製作人
Leroy Austin
共同製作人
Pascal Volberg
錄音師
歌詞
Do Sumptin, Do Sumptin, that's right ****
You left the burner at home? Let's fight ****
Hold up, stand back, where your man at?
You want beef with Comp, you can can that
Back up, back up, clear the hole ****
I can arrange to have your shit swoll ****
I don't give a flyin fuck, nope
My iron tucked three inches below the gut
I mean, don't try me, you don't wanna die man
I'm aiming at his head, send bullets through his eye, man
Lights out, fight's out, I knock your lights out
We bring the knives, bats, and metal pipes out
We can (we can) do it (do it) rumble (rumble) brawl (brawl)
Hit him in his face, watch him tumble (tumble) fall (fall)
Watch him run and make a phone call (call)
I look at your crew and say "Fuck all ya'll!"
He disrespected you, you gotta do sumptin!
He waved the tec at you, you better do sumptin!
Don't be a bitch now ****, do sumptin!
Dont' stand and look around ****, do sumptin!
Your man beefin with dude, you better do sumptin!
You said hi and shorty got rude, you better do sumptin!
Don't be a bitch now ****, do sumptin!
Don't stand and look around ****, do sumptin!
You either do nuthin or do sumptin
You in the club with that silver on, bitch you frontin
And my **** not havin that
Don't wear nothin nice, they be grabbin that (give me!)
Sometimes in the streets, but really in the club
And these types of **** be really in the club
High and drunk, ready to fight
Bumpin into everybody, steppin on their Nikes
So watch out, watch out, they pull Glocks out
Everybody yellin "Duck down, ****, watch out!"
Guns pop out, hawks pop out, macks slappin at backs make her's pop out
And they be (they be), not (not), carin' who they shoot (shoot)
Little (little), guns (guns), fit into their boot (boot)
But your man is weak and he ain't used to beef
He got approached now he's scared to speak
Don't play with me, I ain't him, I shank him
Dude better watch his mouth
Yeah, see the hawks comin out the pouch around my waist
Barber shop knife cut around your face
And when them guns out, guns out, like a four-four
Some hit the floor-floor or run to the door-door
I hate to see a man hit up
Everybody yellin at him like "Bitch get up!"
He on the floor with a hole in his gut, on his back and his butt
Layin lifeless, his eyes be shut
Girls get accidentally knocked out
Everybody runnin to their cars but they locked out
They lost their keys, they searchin around
And the person they came with be hurt on the ground
So when you tired of gettin bitched for nothin
Try to earn your respect next time, **** do sumptin
Written by: James Stanley Carter, Jordan McElveen, Leroy Austin

