《Whutcha Want》歌词

歌曲： Whutcha Want

所属专辑：Hip-Hop and Rap Hits， Vol. 5

歌手： The Hit Co.

时长： 04:24

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Whutcha Want - The Hit Co. (热歌公司)[00:00:00]

I gets banned if I do gets banned if I don't[00:00:22]

So sometimes I will and sometimes I won't[00:00:24]

Puff mad stick crack a forty down the back[00:00:27]

Sit fat and relax and plan my attack[00:00:29]

Not the one to test I posess mad finesse[00:00:32]

My buddha was blessed one bird in the nest[00:00:34]

Chills with my peeps steady bouncing in jeeps[00:00:37]

On the New York streets hittin urban concrete[00:00:39]

I'm the man untestable, with the extraterrestrial flow[00:00:41]

Fo'-fifty-fix celo, pop the top off the forty ounce bottle[00:00:46]

I'm not the one to follow, I'm not the role model[00:00:49]

Hollow tips in my clips money grip and my Glock[00:00:52]

Only spits when I react to the bullshit[00:00:54]

So give me room to breathe and get up off DEEZ[00:00:56]

And save the confessions for JEESuz[00:01:00]

Plus I don't need to hear no sorrow[00:01:02]

Eff it, the sun will still come out tomorrow[00:01:04]

Long as I'm breathing, needing, even like Steven[00:01:06]

Achieving, gettin some cheese and[00:01:09]

Representin lovely, Boogie Down Bronx major[00:01:12]

With the project flavor, I made ya, daze ya[00:01:14]

My behavior is mad ill if you front[00:01:17]

You know what I want[00:01:19]

(Whutcha want Nine?) Fat beats for my rides[00:01:21]

(So whutcha want Nine?) Mad clips for my nines[00:01:24]

(So whutcha want Nine?) A ill posse[00:01:26]

And my name up in lights, N-I-N-E[00:01:29]

I'ma let you know how I feel on the real[00:01:31]

I pack steel it's like a jungle[00:01:33]

Makes me wonder where my eel is[00:01:35]

Hits the bricks skips the dog sh*t complete in my cipher[00:01:36]

Temper like Rowdy Rowdy Piper, hyper like a viper[00:01:38]

I'ma strike if I got it goin for the jugular[00:01:42]

Stretch you like a copper[00:01:44]

Stoppah, stoppah, but you can't stop me[00:01:45]

Just clock me, just watch me blow up the spot G[00:01:48]

Came a long way from, back in the day[00:01:51]

We did it for no pay, just rhymin hit the hay and[00:01:53]

Sleep, wake up, write another rhyme[00:01:56]

Hit the park after dark drop the beat one time[00:01:58]

That's when sh*t was real, no phonies no baloney[00:02:01]

Just the homemade mics and wheels of steel[00:02:04]

Backup from the roof, amp plugged in the street light[00:02:06]

Everything right, jam over a street fight[00:02:08]

Back to the lab I grab my pen and pad[00:02:11]

Raw lyrics make a fleuredoscad[00:02:13]

Had no dinero, enough get fo' chicken wings and rice[00:02:15]

A forty ounce a nickel bag to get nice[00:02:18]

And now I might make a million, and still son[00:02:21]

It makes the heart pump, you know what I want[00:02:23]

(Whutcha want Nine?) Fat beats for my rides[00:02:25]

(So whutcha want Nine?) Mad clips for my nines[00:02:28]

(So whutcha want Nine?) A ill posse[00:02:30]

And my name up in lights, N-I-N-E[00:02:33]

Be like Elmer J. Fudd with the mansion and the yacht[00:02:50]

Brand new Glock non-stop hip-hop[00:02:53]

Remote control boombox lampin on my dresser[00:02:55]

The God ain't no lesser as the pressure comes to test ya[00:02:58]

Hundred pound weight around the neck, daily[00:03:00]

Nuff treasons nuff reasons like Philip Bailey[00:03:03]

Can't get enough of that funky stuff[00:03:05]

Rhymin astronomical, original, sh*t is phenomenal[00:03:07]

Heat up the ghetto put the pedal to the metal[00:03:10]

Speed like Racer treat you like a wack rhyme and erase ya[00:03:12]

Right off the pape I roll a big fat spliff[00:03:15]

Four-fifth on the hip,[00:03:17]

Heineken in the grip sh*t I'm ready[00:03:19]

Get the keys for the jeep, let's bounce[00:03:20]

Cruise avenues, get some brews[00:03:22]

And sing the blues with the[00:03:24]

Funkmaster Flex cassette in the deck[00:03:25]

I'm in effect I move my neck while Son gets wreck[00:03:27]

Oh what a feeling, I'm on the wheels of steel and[00:03:29]

I snatch up some skins for some sexual healing[00:03:32]

Erything's kosher copasctetic,[00:03:35]

Groovy hip-hop moves me[00:03:36]

Soothes me, I'm letting off like an uzi[00:03:38]

But first steps a doozy and bruise me[00:03:40]

Now I'm choosy before I start to freak it like a floozy[00:03:42]

I wanna get big get paid true stunt[00:03:44]

You know what I want[00:03:47]

You know what I want[00:03:48]

(Whutcha want Nine?) Fat beats for my rides[00:03:50]

(So whutcha want Nine?) Mad clips for my nines[00:03:52]

(So whutcha want Nine?) A ill posse[00:03:54]

And my name up in lights, N-I-N-E[00:03:57]