- Off Parole 歌词 Royce Da 5'9" Tre Little
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- Tre Little Off Parole 歌词
- Royce Da 5'9" Tre Little
- Be quiet,
I know what you thinking
Who the hell is that?
You in the club minding your own business
And out of nowhere you hear this, how you supposed to act?
Neptunes,
Royce 5'9", it's my year, baby, uhTwelfth grade, rode around, started out smallMy father told me before you walk you gotta crawlWe was all outlaws with our fists balledWe couldn't even count bars, we was just rawMC's battling at the club, for the plugRapping for the other rappers, strictly for the loveThat was cool 'til my life turned and got toughI got a girl, got serious, got her knocked upUh oh, reality check, hold upI gotta figure out a way to get this dough upI don't want my son to hate me when he grow upSo I gotta blow up and leave it to' upI listened to my pops whenever it got hardHe said look if you gon' be a star, be a starI got hot, got a deal took rapTook the whole city with me and never looked back, babyWe can do it now, *****, I'm off paroleWe can do it now, *****, I'm off paroleWe can do it now, *****, I'm off paroleWe can do it now, *****, I'm off paroleWe can do it now, *****, I'm off paroleWe can do it now, *****, I'm off paroleWe can do it now, *****, I'm off paroleWe can do it now, *****, I'm off paroleYo, yo, it's all simple, make a million off the introY'all don't want it 'cause you still say your fin' toI'm finna blow like this **** is so mentalThat's your life, that's your problem and your pencilCut the jokes, everybody wanna be richYou a fool if you don't, you see this?Look at this chain, this bracelet, you hear meI don't won't respect, I want you to fear meNow look at me, this **** is getting real nowI want your money, I'ma spit what you can feel nowI tell the truth so I guess I keep it real nowYou thought I was ill befo', now I'm ill nowCome on with it, I can afford to kill nowLook at my son, ask him how he feel nowIt's real now, daddy's got a pill nowWave bye bye, we out of the hood, what the deal nowWe can do it now, *****, I'm off paroleWe can do it now, *****, I'm off paroleWe can do it now, *****, I'm off paroleWe can do it now, *****, I'm off paroleWe can do it now, *****, I'm off paroleWe can do it now, *****, I'm off paroleWe can do it now, *****, I'm off paroleWe can do it now, *****, I'm off paroleDetroit came up, you know we hot30 years where it became a big lot600s on chrome, it don't stopDetroit we just hotYoung *****s stay fly at all timesHoes 21 and under with gangsta ridesKeep our guns by our sides at all timesDetroit we just flyYo, you would love for me and you to switch places, won't cha?You love hatin' don't cha? Hate just to hate, don't cha?In the clubs yelling loud like you wanna fightBut I just whisper, you ain't trying to die tonightI'm the king, yo I'm like the son of JesusWe got guns and we'll use 'em so please believe itLast had to try me, yeah, I looked passed himBut notice he's nowhere around for you to ask himLong as I gotta crew and two in the safe, babyYou could scream 'til you blue in the face, babyWe getting ours, we don't care who in the way, babyLock and key, ain't nothin' you could save, babyWe don't want the *****es dog, we just want the honeysAnd we don't want the game neither, we just want the moneyIt makes sense, don't it? The blocks with meWelcome to the new world, Detroit Rock CityWe can do it now, *****, I'm off paroleWe can do it now, *****, I'm off paroleWe can do it now, *****, I'm off paroleWe can do it now, *****, I'm off paroleWe can do it now, *****, I'm off paroleWe can do it now, *****, I'm off paroleWe can do it now, *****, I'm off paroleWe can do it now, *****, I'm off paroleWe can do it now, *****, I'm off paroleWe can do it now, *****, I'm off paroleWe can do it now, *****, I'm off paroleWe can do it now, *****, I'm off paroleWe can do it now, *****, I'm off paroleWe can do it now, *****, I'm off paroleWe can do it now, *****, I'm off paroleWe can do it now, *****, I'm off paroleDetroit came up, you know we hot30 years where it became a big lot600s on chrome, it don't stopDetroit we just hotYoung *****s stay fly at all timesHoes 21 and under with gangsta ridesKeep our guns by our sides at all timesDetroit, we just flyClick, click, blaowClick, click, blaowClick, click, blaowHow you like us now?
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