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Busta Rhymes( バスタ・ライムス )
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Get You Some (Album Version
作詞:Marsha Ambrosius, Mark Batson, Dawaun Parker, Che Pope, Trevor Smith, Andre Romell Young
Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more Go, get you some Mansion, lots, planes, phantoms, bitch you better Go, get you some Hustlin', jugglin', robbin', stealin' shit, I gotta get this fuckin'
Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more Go, get you some Fortune, power, fame, passion for this shit you need to Go, get you some Don't stop, nigga, we ain't done, gun it through your fuckin' road block
I'm sayin' who told y'all to let a muhfucker back on the block With the bullshit, see y'all done fucked up now Turn the volume up and bang it out the trunk now You gotta problem son? Imagine how the club sound
Look and see I'm ready to spark it Soon as I zoom on my target, muhfucker, better roll out the carpet See the way I comin' through and how I kick in the door Watch how I coffee grind like never before, the way I wreck from the door
So I mack wit' 'em, passin' 'em, when I'm speakin' I'm preachin', all my niggaz out in every hood You tryin' to compete? You better be incredibly good Niggaz you want heat? I figured you would
That's I waste no time to give it to you niggaz (This time) And give you all the jewels in (This rhyme) And then I put it down to you all I can't get enough of it niggaz, I gotta explore All of my options, I gotta get me plenty more
Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more Go, get you some Mansion, lots, planes, phantoms, bitch you better Go, get you some もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Hustlin', jugglin', robbin', stealin' shit, I gotta get this fuckin'
Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more Go, get you some Fortune, power, fame, passion for this shit you need to Go, get you some Don't stop, nigga, we ain't done, gun it through your fuckin' road block
A lot of niggaz shit sound dated I'm like Shaq, franchise player just got traded to the number one team in the league See I ain't on J. Records, I'm on Dre Records, Aftermath, bitch
You need to learn 'cause you ain't knowin' the half, bitch And while I'm gone I'm puttin' dough in the stash, bitch So new and fresh I say it again So what it do, don't test see I'ma blaze to the end I'm comin' through, so confess you niggaz know who the kid I'm like a newborn nigga, that's securing a win
So new and so current and they hate this The streets'll classify in another level of greatness I'm here to fix up the game, I'm givin' it a facelift New and improved, watch the way, I make the game shift Now watch me swing it out the ballpark I come to shut it down, don't let the war start while I come to get the
Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more Go, get you some Mansion, lots, planes, phantoms, bitch you better Go, get you some Hustlin', jugglin', robbin', stealin' shit, I gotta get this fuckin'
Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more Go, get you some Fortune, power, fame, passion for this shit you need to Go, get you some Don't stop, nigga, we ain't done, gun it through your fuckin' road block
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