Operation Stackola
803
Hip-Hop/Rap
Operation Stackola 由 Virgin Records 於 1995年7月4日發行,收錄於專輯《 》中Operation Stackola
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。
BPM83
積分
演出藝人
Numskull
聲樂
Yukmouth
聲樂
詞曲
Jerold Ellis
詞曲創作
Darren Robinson
詞曲創作
Garrick Husband
詞曲創作
Joseph Johnson
詞曲創作
Richie Rich
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
D Wiz
工程師
Darrin Harris
工程師
Michael Denton
工程師
N.O. Joe
製作人
Tom Baker
母帶工程師
歌詞
[Verse 1]
Posted up in the cut
To make a buck I had to sell 'nuff drugs
Showed up, an rolled up, bubbled wit tough thugs that love to bust slugs
I had much love, from dope fiends
Plug 'em wit mo cream, my dangla
I used to sport Wranglers wit Pro Wings
Fa sho green-ery stacked up, that macked up
Quick to put the gat up an blast on **** that act up
Snatched the scratch up, quick hit the back fence loc
I been broke, rollin through yo muthafuckin' hood in trench coats
Wit double barrels get yo narrow ass on the ground
I'm not play, I don't play though
I'm out to get yo pay roll
Say ho, you get yo monkey ass stomped wit the steel toe
Fucked in the game like a dildo
From the Vill ho to the muthafuckin' Fillmore for real though
None can get with this sick wit it man slaughter
Practice lookin harder than forty Water
**** all over claimin' they foldin' weight
I caught yo slippin', rippin' that duct tape over yo face
An off the Golden Gate
Let go, I'm down to break jaws when I takes all's
Yo cash, blast that ass won't last fo one mo day like Nate Dog, break laws
Lethal weapon like Danny, slangin' candy
Livin' lavish about my cabbage understands me
[Verse 2]
Can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me fuck gettin' fronted
(Gaffled an licks I done it, that's why a **** always gets blunted)
Can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me fuck gettin' fronted
(Gaffled an licks I done it, that's why a **** always gets blunted)
[Verse 3]
I see what you see, but you don't see what I see
Mill' an zips come up the whole grip like Kadafi
Twenty years of age, waitin' fo the say someone say cap me
A whole line of felonies on my rap sheet
Any means to make loot in the East Oakland Bay route
It's all about makin' mail fuck bein' cute (Woo)
That's the sound when it's time to lay down my hustle
Why there's so many bubbles?
I choose to throw rocks like Barney Rubble
Can't lie back, wit a gang of top scratch
I gots to move on, an scoot on
Now muthafucka, can you buy that?
Lay low make no mistakes, make it successful
And if a **** run up then make his chest full
I toss **** that try to struggle off me, cross me
A gang of jealousy because I'm saucy
It's not my fault that I grew to become a licksta
Instead I say moms meetin' pops was a mix up, pick up
Hennessy got my brain runnin' quicker than I can think
Adrenaline pumpin about to faint, ain't no shame
Can't be no 9 to 5 ****
The "O" is where I'm from, so I gots to survive ****
[Verse 4]
Can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me fuck gettin' fronted
(Gaffled an licks I done it, that's why a **** always gets blunted)
Can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me fuck gettin' fronted
(Gaffled an licks I done it, that's why a **** always gets blunted)
[Verse 5]
****, notice I'm broke wit a loaded four-fifth gat
The real **** rolled an showed us where you hide yo doe and shit at
He did just that, showed me where the kicks at
An big scratch told Knum to come **** let's get that
Yuk pull over, park the Nova
Tonight's the night, so I hope you write about the yola
I hold the Mag, lookin' for the attack
Search the whole fuckin' crib 'cause I know he got scratch
Creep up the muthafuckin' stairs wit the ski mask
On the second floor in the drawer there should be cash
But we laugh 'cause we see task cars right next door
But we poor, no budget, fuck it, so kick down the door
Boom kick it once, boom kick it twice
Three times it's breakin' an have the fuckin' building shakin'
Make our way through the house nothin' less nothin' more
(Where the kicks at, man?) I think they in the third drawer
There's more, and that's a fa sho-sho
I got the doe, now we up out the door
Before the neighbors call po-po
To the mobile, to count the real deal bank roll
In my sock, I rub daily 'cause it's scratchin my ankle
It's morning
We unleash to the streets
With twelve G's a piece, headed straight to the East
Better recognize this game is bought to be sold
That's why I pull licks fo some paper to fold
[Verse 6]
I can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me fuck gettin' fronted
(Gaffled an licks I done it, that's why a **** always gets blunted)
Can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me fuck gettin' fronted
(Gaffled an licks I done it, that's why a **** always gets blunted)
Bitch
Written by: D. Robinson, Garrick Husbands, Jerold Ellis, Joseph Johnson, Richie Rich

