積分

演出藝人
Vinnie Paz
Vinnie Paz
演出者
詞曲
Vincent Luviner
Vincent Luviner
詞曲創作
Stuart Hudgins
Stuart Hudgins
詞曲創作
Clifford Smith Jr
Clifford Smith Jr
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
Stu Bangas
Stu Bangas
製作人

歌詞

Vinnie Paz
Mr. Mef
Shoutout to Hayman and the OG, Mr. Wall
Ticalian Stallion (uh), Staten Island
Wu-Tang Forever
Philly in here
And a day, you heard?
Wu-Tang Forever
This what I do in my sleep man
Official Pistol and all that
Go, go, go
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I say, "Lights, camera, action" and back to clean up their act again
Cashin' in, kinda like Apple Pay, they tappin' in
It take two, you not Rob Base, clown, you cappin' it
Roger that, I'm in Rob's place now, what's happenin'?
Staten in the buildin', ain't no accident
We might take a knee, amen, Kaepernick
I'm dope, but I ain't traffickin'
Nah, ain't no comparison, babblin' rappers imaginin'
They battlin' Eminem usin' them bars, embarrassing'
Every time I ate, I turn my passion into passionatе
You hazardous and half of my Mobb Deep ain't having it
Master this music, I ain't Harriet
But still I took the undеrground road with no swing low, sweet chariots
I'm so amazing, I've graced many occasions
Got these Karen's like "Holy Potato Salad and raisins"
A foul taste in your mouth, my foul's flagrant
I blow a smoke cloud in your face, a foul fragrance
When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage
When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage
We speakin' on drinkin' beer, smokin' blunts and sex
And all my weapons, I'm packin' Glock's and packin' TECs
When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage
When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage
We speakin' on drinkin' beer, smokin' blunts and sex
And all my weapons, I'm packin' Glocks and packin' TECs
Yeah, I will torture like Rebenga
The .45 with me like we Cory and Topanga
Side pop a robber and the shorty speakin' Bangla (what she sayin'?)
Motherfucker goofy and I thought he was a mangler (fuckin' goofball!)
Magazines that contain .80s (brr!)
Motherfuckers really is goofy but play crazy (fuckin' dickhead!)
I kill at will, you can't fade me
Shots fire at you, I slap you like Wayne Brady
That's a shotty and it's many more (it's more)
A golden key can open any door (yeah)
Broken-ass woofer and a speaker (crackhead)
Tambourine Man, and he cookin' in the beaker (cookin')
The temperature high and it's too humid (it's too hot out here)
I don't like the way that you talkin', you move stupid (stupid!)
The .38 holdin' five in it (five in it!)
You made your bed, you gotta lie in it
When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage
When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage
We speakin' on drinkin' beer, smokin' blunts and sex (Chinaski Black)
And all my weapons, packin' Glocks and packin' TECs (Stallone, salute 'em)
When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage (Wu-Tang Forever)
When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage (Mr. Mef)
We speakin' on drinkin' beer, smokin' blunts and sex (Ticalian Stallion and all that)
And all my weapons, I'm packin' Glocks and packin' TECs (Staten Island)
Pistolvania
You fuckin' goofballs (goofballs)
Fuck outta here (fuck outta here)
Written by: Clifford M. Smith, Clifford Smith Jr, Stuart Hudgins, Vincent Luviner
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