積分
演出藝人
Pusha T
演出者
Kanye West
演出者
MIKE DEAN
電子琴
詞曲
Kanye West
詞曲創作
Terrence Thornton
詞曲創作
Ronald Bean
詞曲創作
Highleigh Crizoe
詞曲創作
Dennis Coles
詞曲創作
Reverend G.I. Townsend
詞曲創作
Marcos Valle
詞曲創作
Herb Rooney
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
Kanye West
製作人
Boogz and Tapez
共同製作人
Noah Goldstein
錄音師
Daniel Betancourt
錄音師
Kenneth Lewis
錄音師
Anthony Kilhoffer
混音師
歌詞
[Verse 1]
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G.O.D.
[Verse 2]
I believe there's a God above me
I'm just the God of everything else
I put holes in everything else
New God flow, fuck everything else
Supreme dope dealer, write it in bold letters
They love a **** spirit like 'Pac at the Coachella
They said Push ain't fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the yay as a wholesaler
I think it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper matched with a cold killer
I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him
Think '99 when Puff would have had Shyne with him
Matchin' Daytonas, rose gold on us
Goin' HAM in Ibiza done took toll on us
But since you overdo it I'ma pour more
Well, if you goin' coup I'm goin' four door
[Verse 3]
Shake that body, party that bod
(That's rare, ****)
Shake that body, party that bod
(Ric Flair, ****)
Shake that body, party that body
(Yeah, ****) Come and have a good time with G.O.D. (Yeah)
[Verse 4]
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that body
(It's a new G.O.D. flow, ****)
Come and have a good time with G.O.D.
[Verse 5]
Step on they necks till they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck 'em 'Ye, fuck 'em, 'Ye
I wouldn't piss on that **** with Grand Marnier
Woo, they shit is shoppin' at Target
Woo, my shit is luxury, Balmain
I'm ballin', Amar'e
A Knick sold in the park? Then I want in
What's a king without a crown, ****? (What?)
What's a circus without you clown ****?
What's a brick from an outta-town ****?
When you flood and you can drown ****
It's the G.O.O.D. Music golden child
MA Dollar Sign, can't nobody hold me down
[Verse 6]
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G.O.D.
[Verse 7]
Hold up, I ain't tryin' to stunt, man
But the Yeezy's jumped over the Jumpman
Went from Most Hated to the champion God flow
I guess that's a feelin' only me and LeBron know
I'm livin' three dreams, Biggie Smalls, Dr. King, Rodney King's
'Cause we can't get along, no resolution till we drown all these haters
Rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Ah, man, you sold your soul
Nah, man, mad people was frontin'
Ah, man, made somethin' from nothin'
Picture workin' so hard and you can't cut through
That can mess up your whole life like an uncle that touched you
What has the world come to? I'm from the 312
Where cops don't come through
And dreams don't come true
Like there the God go in his Murciélago
From workin' McDonald's, barely payin' the car note
He even got enough to get his mama a condo
Then they ran up and shot him right in front of his mom
Forty killin's in a week and forty killin's in a week
Man, the summer too hot, you can feel it in the street
Welcome to Sunday Service if you hope to someday serve us
We got green in our eyes, just follow my Erick Sermon
Did Moses not part the water with the cane?
Did strippers not make it arc when I made it rain?
Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chain?
In Jesus name let the choir say, "I'm on fire"
Ay, that's what Richard Pryor say
And we'll annihilate anybody that violate
Ask any dope boy you know, they admire 'Ye
[Verse 8]
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G.O.D.
[Verse 9]
G.O.O.D. Music
G.O.O.D. Music
G.O.O.D. Music
G.O.O.D. Music
And all my **** say
G.O.O.D. Music
And all my ladies say
G.O.O.D. Music
I don't know but I been told
I don't know but I been told
If you get fresh, get all the hoes
If you get fresh, get all the hoes
I'm way fresher than all my foes
I'm way fresher than all my foes
Somebody please, pick out they clothes
Somebody please, pick out they clothes
[Verse 10]
And all my **** say
G.O.O.D. Music
And all my ladies say
G.O.O.D. Music
Who run this shit today?
G.O.O.D. Music
Who run this shit today?
G.O.O.D. Music
Written by: Dennis Coles, Herbert Rooney, Highleigh Crizoe, Kanye West, Leigh Crizoe, Marcos Valle, Reverend G.I. Townsend, Ronald Bean, Terrence Thornton
