- ScHoolboy Q Raymond 1969 歌詞
- ScHoolboy Q
- They say the gangsta's back,
kid got a heart attack
Straight out insomniac,
let's get this fucker live
Loading up pistols while getting high
Forty-five nines who smoke and
sending nickels and dimes
My little nigga 12,
said he with it, yeah
Gave him a sherm stick and
watched him while he hit it
Soon as he lit it, cuz was finished,
now cock back the gat
Little mask and gloves,
let's get to business
But they worried 'bout Osama
Killed a bitch nigga and get
his family maana
Didn't get a comma,
nor a cent, for the karma
Just an imaginary stripe,
so he can hold his head in honor
Zombieland, a bunch of dead men walking
Living abortions,
they oughta raise the price on coffins
They fucking make a killing,
but I ain't dying up in prison
Fully-loaded clip my brain up to the ceiling
Money-money, hoes, clothes,
nigga that's all we know
(On my mom and 'em)
Murder- murder,
kill get your fucking cap peeled
(I put that on my mom and 'em)
Fear around here,
I smell death around here
(On my mom and 'em)
Don't be snooping 'round here,
get dogged around here
(I put that on my mom and 'em)
They say 2012 the world gon' end
Shit it been over since
Raymond recruited soldiers
1969 evolution of devils time
Ain't walking up in no shrine shit,
I'm living a life of crime
Pops never gave a chance my mom crying
She can see it in my eyes, I lost my mind
Sneaking out the window with
angel dust in my Indo
Keys to her ignition
new mission ya better limbo
Fire pits let to eject I hardly miss
Nigga ditch sleep on
my dog ain't that a bitch?
And I ain't on my Odd Future tip
But snatch a nigga intestines from
his nose and tell his ass to shit
But they worry 'bout Osama
Blood and Crip niggas
of Jeffery Dhamers
Flashy for the moment
I'm on it I pop your collar
Suicidal ain't fucking with
these young connivers,
we rivals
Money-money, hoes, clothes,
nigga that's all we know
Murder-murder,
kill get your fucking cap peeled
Fear around here,
I smell death around here
Don't be snooping 'round here,
get dogged around here
Didn't learn to much in school
But out I learned some shit ,
36 a kilo 28 grams a zip
Pot brownies and white cookies
Cops'll pat me down
but won't touch on my girls tooshi
Fuck they sent the lady cop
they tryna book me
All else fails balloon
packs tampon that pussy
Back to the set to laugh about
it and get it off
Lobster tails and butter
sauce same clothes still a boss
On a mothafuckin' robbing spree
Probably be televised,
bitch I want the world to see
Now you dumb fuckers heard of him
Sickest nigga out
I found out that blood's burgundy
But they worry 'bout Osama
9/11 passengers ain't seen
this type of drama
Vietnam wars I'm sending copper galore
Bodies hit the floor God knows
I'm playing lord for sure
Money-money, hoes, clothes,
nigga that's all we know
Murder-murder,
kill get your fucking cap peeled
Fear around here,
I smell death around here
Don't be snooping 'round here,
get dogged around here
Make money, make money-money-money
Take money, take money-money-money
Make money, steal money-money-money
Kill money, my money-money -money
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