積分

演出藝人
Lil Boosie
Lil Boosie
聲樂
Webbie
Webbie
聲樂
Kiara
Kiara
聲樂
詞曲
Jeremy Reid
Jeremy Reid
詞曲創作
Torence Hatch
Torence Hatch
詞曲創作
W. Gradney
W. Gradney
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
J. Reid
J. Reid
製作人

歌詞

[Verse 1]
I just wanna show the world
That I really do this shit
That I really make quality the street music
Know what I'm talking about?
And it ain't no mistake that I'm this good
I just been seeing a lot, know what I'm talking about?
[Verse 2]
We gon' show the world
The definition of real shit, my brother
Ya gotta feel it, lil hustler
We gon' show the world
The definition of real shit, my ****
Ya gotta feel it, lil ****
[Verse 3]
I got my own voice
I sing my own hooks
Fresh fade, nice smile
Got my own look
I just like to make people happy
Four kids, I just like being a good daddy
But I'm a gangster and I rock show
A people person so you know Lil Boosie got hoes
That ain't hoes that's a figure of speech
Get a lot of shit like that when ya listen to me
[Verse 4]
And for my fans, I love y'all
Straight up, y'all a part of me so when they hate
They hate us
Money keep a **** going
To better things
Man, I take it to the bank I don't make it rain
But I'm fly like Weezie
Plus the hood ****
Man, they believe me like Jeezy
And I just like to have a good time
Hit the yo, smoke one and put my life in my rhymes
[Verse 5]
We gon' show the world
The definition of real shit, my brother
Ya gotta feel it, lil' hustler
We gonna show the world
The definition of real shit, my ****
Ya gotta feel it, lil' ****
[Verse 6]
Father forgive me I was raised on some real shit
So I can't sugar coat it, not a little bit
Inside I'm sad about my dad
Since I lost my grams I ain't been giving a damn
But I still hold my head high
And sometimes I cry
But when I cry, man, I don't know why
I feel trapped, to be a superstar
A hundred thousand word for jury to end it
And I spin it, with no problem
[Verse 7]
You don't like bad ass then that's your problem
Hear my beat, wouldn't give a damn if the hoes holler
Low 'cause low broads with a page
Ain't never had shit so I'm flashy
I work hard go and get it on a room
Seven my run, seven fifty off a shows get it?
I'm hood rich
Still smoking that good shit
Still got the same hood clicks (Straight up)
[Verse 8]
We gon' show the world
The definition of real shit, my brother
Ya gotta feel it, lil hustler
We gon' show the world
The definition of real shit, my ****
Ya gotta feel it, lil ****, Boosie Badazz
[Verse 9]
I told my teacher to her eyes I'm gonna make it there
She didn't even look surprised at me, another F
Or a fucking D
Happy, ya gotta see
Fuck the world
Baby, whatever you want to be
Ain't nothing like a strong mind
And some confidence
Whenever you step out of line there's a concequence
We all over seas
We puffing weed
We'll make a **** bleed
Yes, in-fucking-deed
[Verse 10]
Seven forty seven, yeah, in a 747
On the real we gotta be a couple miles from heaven
The world tried to pull a Donald we ain't fucking let it
I would have did some of it different but I don't regret it
That's one thing about me though I never been a quitter
That Cesar shit crazy, shout out to the hospital
Rest in peace, Ma
I'ma be on TV
Young savage bleeds on, trail family
[Verse 11]
We gon' show the world
The definition of real shit, my brother
Ya gotta feel it, lil hustler
We gonna show the world
The definition of real shit, my ****
Ya gotta feel it, lil ****
Written by: Güney demir
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