muthafuka（Eazy-Duz-It 歌词）_歌词_歌曲名_一首

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• Eazy-Duz-It 歌词
• Jackpot The Pimp (Skit) 歌词
• Laugh Now, Cry Later 歌词
• Mafia Music 歌词
• 一首英文歌曲的名字
• john michael -- real deal 的歌词

Eazy-Duz-It 歌词

歌曲名:Eazy-Duz-It
歌手:Eazy-E
专辑:Eazy-Duz-It (Explicit)
Well I’m Eazy-E, I got bitches galore
You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more
Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot
Eazy-E, muthafukas cold knocking the boots
’Cause I’m a hip-hop thugster, I used to be a mugster
If you heard Compton, you think I own a drugstore
Getting stupid because I know how
And if a sucker talks shit, I give him a (POW)
8 ball sipping, the bitches are flipping
Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping
Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches
The money that I make so I can add to my riches
Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat
Feeling good as hell because my pockets are fat
A hardcore villian cold roaming the streets
And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats
Because I’m a gansta having fun
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Hitting hard as fuk, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it
I was knocking muthafukas out
What’s your name boy
Funky, fresh Eazy-E
Kick, kick that shit
Where you from fool, Compton, yea
Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up
Stick my head out the window and I say what’s up
To the niggaz on the corner cold bumping the box
But you know that’s an alibi for slanging the rocks
A dice game started so I said what the fuk
So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck
Hard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7
Rolled them muthafukas, ate ’em up, hit 11
Got another point, I made a ten a fo’
Was taking niggaz money and was itching for mo’
Laughing in their faces and said you’re all making me rich
Then one punk got jealous, cold slap my bitch
He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn’t last
So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast
He shot (gunshots), I shot (gunshots)
As you can see, I cold smoked his ass (ha ha)
Because I’m a gansta having fun
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Hitting hard as fuk, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it
(Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)
Muthafuking Eazy duz it
But how does he do it
Eazy duz it do it eazy
That’s what I’m doing
STOP
Man whatcha gonna do now
Now I’m a break it down just to tell a little story
Straight out the box from the gangsta category
About a sucker, a sucker muthafuka
He’s addicted, he’s a smoker but in Compton called a clucker
he used to have a house car and golden rings
But the cooky cooky crack took all those things
he must of been starving ’cause he broke in my house
Caught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out
Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit
Yea I went to jail but that wasn’t shit
Got to the station about a quarter of nine
Call my bitch to get me out ’cause I was down for mine
The bitch was a trip cold hung up the phone
Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone
All the things I did for her like keeping her rich
I swear when I get out, I’m gonna kill the bitch
Well by now you should know it was just my luck
The baliff of the station was a neighborhood cluck
I looked him straight in the eye and said what’s up
And said let’s make a deal, you know I’ll do you up
Now back on the streets and my records are clean
I creeped on my bitch wit my uzi machine
Went to the house and kicked down the do’
Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho
Because I’m a gansta having fun
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Hitting hard as fuk, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it
From around the way, born in ’73
Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E
It’s ’88 now, ’73’s obselete
A nigga wit a serious ass attitude and 100% street
And if you all wanna hear some more
In one way or the other, I’m a bad brother
Word to the muthafuka
http://music.baidu.com/song/2935541

Jackpot The Pimp (Skit) 歌词

歌曲名:Jackpot The Pimp (Skit)
歌手:Chingy
专辑:Jackpot
Hey wassup!
With the ladies and gentlemen this evenin’
Ya dig?
I’m Jackpot the Pimp steppin in fo a minute screamin at yall
Ya dig
The one that taught the mac how to mac
And the one that taught superfly how to flap his muthafukin wings
Yes in the flesh, its me Jackpot the muthfukin Pimp
I see some of you playas,
got cha hoes walkin around, and they movin to muthafukin slow
the bitch must got bricks on her muthafukin feet
Well check this out nigga
If you got a crease in ya muthafukin shoes, well ya walkin to much
and you aint no real pimp
man look
i got hoes who drive me around in the deville lac whit the muthafukin wheel on the back
and bitch im kickin my gators off
whit my feet on the mink mutha fukin rug
ya understand?
and ya got to understand this pimpin is real
ya dig
nigga i eat sleep and breath pussy muthafuka
fuck the stock market
im down whit the cock market
ya dig?
niggas talkin bout dis a drought
nigga it aint no drought
im bringin them hoes in
and im bringin them hoes out
bitch ya need to be all you can be
but this aint the U.S. Navy
Bitch this the U.S pay me
i got 22 bitches coast to coast bring me 10 cent a muthafukin week, lets do the math thats 10 G’s times 52, thats over a
half a million dollars a year.
BITCH ’CUM HERRE!!
http://music.baidu.com/song/3457847

Laugh Now, Cry Later 歌词

歌曲名:Laugh Now, Cry Later
歌手:Ice Cube
专辑:Laugh Now, Cry Later
Young Buck - Laugh Now Cry Later
Diss 50 Cent
You look all around the world
It’s tha same shit
I mean niggaz tryn eat
And it’s drier than a muthafuka out here rite now
But real hood niggaz hold it down no matta what
Ya heard
“word“
Yea
C the thing about a real nigga is
Whateva a bitch nigga gonna do
He could never stop that real nigga
We should stand up for the hataz right now
Cuz those bitch niggaz make the world go round hahahaaa
Ye aint gotta fuk wit me
Cuz I aint fukin witcha
I’m ridin dirty with this work
And my mutha pixta
40 cal unda my shirt n anotha pistol
Fuk a friend alla yall
Can come and getcha issues
Phone calls from the pen
Real niggaz witcha
They say the sent a couple tears
Cuz a nigga miss ya
A boy thatholds knows war shows they be nasty
Where da boy go can he even pay his taxes
Only lord knows what he do 2 get the dough
50 tellit Buck was jealous n a nigga broke
But we just seem him and hearin what the nigga wrote
That nigga ballin even if he is sniffin Coke
They plannin on my downfall tryna set my prof
But what a nigga come from I don bet they know
Pussy niggaz in the game and they turned on me
For the money and the fame u gonn’ learn homie
I pray to God for these hataz
Hatazhatazhataz
Hatazhatazhataz
Hatazhatazhataz
Hatazhatazhataz
Hataz
Laugh now Cry later nigga
Hataz
Hatazhatazhataz
Hatazhatazhataz
Hatazhatazhataz
Hatazhatazhataz
Hataz
Laugh now Cry later nigga
Hataz
Bitch I’m fukin her when you was fukin him
If you don’t wanna fuk with me then hoe fuk it den
Dopeboy on the streets hustlin again
Pussy niggaz wanna beef we can get it in
Black tar hair long where ya bangs at
Hit you wit this shit n show ya why he can’t rap
Hanging out the window bussin on the freeway
I’m with my homie it was his quarter key kwaut
If obama got a plan nigga where it at
Cuz it’s a drought n D, ont nobody know where it’s at
But in the south what we lose we just get it back
We listen 2 scarface he motivate blaCks
Den we make stacks n fuk a cop dey can die too
Before u hide me bitch we gonn hide you
These rappaz don’t fuk wit the streets like I do
It’s all good ima still step aside you I aint no hata
Hatazhatazhataz
Hatazhatazhataz
Hatazhatazhataz
Hatazhatazhataz
Hataz
Laugh now Cry later nigga
Hataz
Hatazhatazhataz
Hatazhatazhataz
Hatazhatazhataz
Hatazhatazhataz
Hataz
Laugh now Cry later nigga
Hataz
Don’t look at me
Cuz I aint given niggas nothin else
Show em love then they leave me by my fukin self
My heart cold and I know it would never melt
I just gotta play the cards that a nigga delt
Wear these stripes Cut drawgan through the whole day
Ridin dirty in a rental with the want tags
Presidential in the gutter where dey do it bad
Cuz he trade on what I got buk what I had
Dirty south is on top and some niggaz made
Take a trip to the build ya can get ya schwag
Yeah I’m glad they kix me out the fukin group
Cuz now da world C I’m tha muthafukin truth
Got the streets lyk damn... what happend 2 u
I bet this conversation now they prolly tappin it to
I get paper if you so major
Your team aint shit without the number 1 Claya
Hatazhatazhataz
Hatazhatazhataz
Hatazhatazhataz
Hatazhatazhataz
Hataz
Laugh now cry later
Hataz
Hatazhatazhataz
Hatazhatazhataz
Hatazhatazhataz
Hatazhatazhataz
Hataz
Laugh now cry later
Hataz
http://music.baidu.com/song/2722212

Mafia Music 歌词

歌曲名:Mafia Music
歌手:Rick Ross
专辑:Deeper Than Rap
Rick Ross - Mafia Music
I got a feelin’ nigga reel it and my money be the root
Look up at da stars she like honey where the roof?
Pull up in a darkskin nerrys dey goin’ roof
Even once had a job pourin’ tar on her roof
Dat boy had it hard no forsaw its da truth
So now wen I manaj and get massaged itss da proof
Proofs in dat puddin’ & dat bakin’ sodas takin’
Paper dat im makin’ got her taken photos naked
Listenin’ to niggas like whistlin’ dat wiggie williams
I flip my middle finga im chillen on 20 million
Da rumors turn me on im masterbatin’ at the top
These hoes so excited dey cathin’ every drop
Im dodgin’ the barcols like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weedbury the paper on the makers
Martin had a dream Bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by
Preflo prayed mike vick payed bobby brown stray whitney lost weight
Kimbo slice on da pad wen I write
Dat may weather money lookin’ funny in the light
But wouldnt really care we just throw it in the air
Celebratin’ wealth pourin’ moet in her hair
Excuse me her weeve the bluest of weed
Trunk full of white cz smell like blue cheese
Dat boy get salad beefbow movement
BM dubs on dem big thangs lookin’ foolish
Shawty sittin’ low big thangs poppin’
Tip on da glock from a crip up in comptonshootin’ at da cops
Fuck 1 time I gave her to da block
I fucked 1 time we boys in da hood and nigga u lil trey
So press ya appetite we takin’ ya lil tray
Love my handgun but my choppa still da shit
Banned in 1994 but I’m too legit too quit
99 to 6 kilos was the shit but dat be batter den roofin’ dat shit be bad for ya skiiin
Niggas was rutheless and lord knows dat I’ve sinned
but I thought about my future in the loops like a pin
Walked out on da gig and I turned to da streets
Kept my name low key I aint heard from in weeks
I came up with a strategy to come up mathematically
I did it for da city but now everybody madd at me
Mothafuk’ em all and sweat from my balls
If i drop another album I did dat for my dogs
10 maybox everybody ridin’ big
I just sit back like look what I did
Den I bow my head and beg for forgiveness
Once I said my prayer everybody back to business
Smokin’ on a blunt in my own restaurant ppl lookin’ from a distance think im big daddy cunk
Reincarnated spirit of a g beef ill make u dinner take a seat so we could eat
Afaracon orra paws on the port u eat from da bowl while ya dog need a fork
Niggas aint loyal snakes slithered in dey coil im laughin’ at u cause I kill u niggas wen im bored
We steppin’ on ya crew until u mothafukkas crush nd make da sweet love to every women dat ya lust
I love to pay her bills cant wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama
I aint askin for a cent
Burn the house down gotta buy another
Dont forget the gas can jealous stupid muthafuka
To anotha chapter paper dat I captured caught up in da rapture off of gunshots and laughter
Homicide is zoomin’ and nigga u lookin funny woman love to stare cause dey kno dey c da cash
I open up my mind about openenin’ bank accounts deposit a 100 staks
Break up now take it out baby dats a gift maybe u could live
I knew it wouldnt work but i just like to give used to run da street
Young niggas bad feet now im in da suites and eatin’ crab meats
Ice so right otha rappers envy they callin’ all my jeweler up askin’ wat he spendin’
Thinkin’ bout boss not thinkin’ bout dem heress a letter to my enemies wen I wont sin
http://music.baidu.com/song/1825909

一首英文歌曲的名字

• 很想告诉你。但我也不知道~抱歉

• oh~对不起！我发错地方了！！以下你别看
  歌词我听了好久才听出一句，然后果然被我找到了。。不过不敢肯定。。
  john michael -- real deal
  歌词：
  I’m giving you the real deal
  Ain’t nothing fake
  Give you the real deal
  Ain’t nothing made up
  This is me
  You hear me in them streets
  Ain’t nothing but the real deal
  You got me?
  I’m giving you the real
  I’m giving you the real deal
  Ain’t nothing fake
  Give you the real deal
  Ain’t nothing made up
  This is me
  You hear me in them streets
  Ain’t nothing but the real deal
  You got me?
  I’m giving you the real
  Time to get off the couch and win this game
  I spit flame
  You say rap don’t pay?
  You say hip-hop fade?
  I prove you’re wrong by making you bump your dumb head
  Hip-hop flip flopped
  Fans drop teardrops
  Drake’s on the top?
  Nicki’s in the game cuz she sux Wayne’s d*ck
  Usher makes cash while chopping Bieber’s asshole
  Where do we go from here? That’s what I’m asking!
  Just listen to Black Eyed Peas
  CD or MP3?
  Why can’t we just get music for free?
  Are the artists just being lucky mascots to make money?
  I ain’t playing that game!
  Ugh, REAL DEAL
  That’s what I’m giving you mayne
  I’m giving you the real deal
  Ain’t nothing fake
  Give you the real deal
  Ain’t nothing made up
  This is me
  You hear me in them streets
  Ain’t nothing but the real deal
  You got me?
  I’m giving you the real
  Did I forget to say “FU*K KANYE“?
  Genius GAYFISH,
  Time to “Run Away“
  And get on “DETOX“
  with that faggot ass DRE
  Loox like he liked to pick up the soap in the prison shower
  Ross da Baws,
  Time to get a LIPOSUCTION
  Or GUCCI won’t fit
  Lord give us 2pac back,
  You can take Bieber
  God, take Waka Muthafuka Flame + Soulja Boi
  Please bring B.I.G. back to the game
  Fuck that shit!
  I ain’t playing that game!
  I gvie you REAL DEAL!
  And I ain’t doing it for fame!
  I’m giving you the real deal
  Ain’t nothing fake
  Give you the real deal
  Ain’t nothing made up
  This is me
  You hear me in them streets
  Ain’t nothing but the real deal
  You got me?
  I’m giving you the real
  I’m giving you the real deal
  Ain’t nothing fake
  Give you the real deal
  Ain’t nothing made up
  This is me
  You hear me in them streets
  Ain’t nothing but the real deal
  You got me?
  I’m giving you the real
  百度有这一首。。应该是唯一一首吧？？不知你链不链到呐。。
  http://mp3.baidu.com/m?tn=baidump3&ct=134217728&lm=-1&word=john%20michael%20--%20real%20deal

john michael -- real deal 的歌词

I’m giving you the real deal
Ain’t nothing fake
Give you the real deal
Ain’t nothing made up
This is me
You hear me in them streets
Ain’t nothing but the real deal
You got me?
I’m giving you the real
I’m giving you the real deal
Ain’t nothing fake
Give you the real deal
Ain’t nothing made up
This is me
You hear me in them streets
Ain’t nothing but the real deal
You got me?
I’m giving you the real
Time to get off the couch and win this game
I spit flame
You say rap don’t pay?
You say hip-hop fade?
I prove you’re wrong by making you bump your dumb head
Hip-hop flip flopped
Fans drop teardrops
Drake’s on the top?
Nicki’s in the game cuz she sux Wayne’s d*ck
Usher makes cash while chopping Bieber’s asshole
Where do we go from here? That’s what I’m asking!
Just listen to Black Eyed Peas
CD or MP3?
Why can’t we just get music for free?
Are the artists just being lucky mascots to make money?
I ain’t playing that game!
Ugh, REAL DEAL
That’s what I’m giving you mayne
I’m giving you the real deal
Ain’t nothing fake
Give you the real deal
Ain’t nothing made up
This is me
You hear me in them streets
Ain’t nothing but the real deal
You got me?
I’m giving you the real
Did I forget to say “FU*K KANYE“?
Genius GAYFISH,
Time to “Run Away“
And get on “DETOX“
with that faggot ass DRE
Loox like he liked to pick up the soap in the prison shower
Ross da Baws,
Time to get a LIPOSUCTION
Or GUCCI won’t fit
Lord give us 2pac back,
You can take Bieber
God, take Waka Muthafuka Flame + Soulja Boi
Please bring B.I.G. back to the game
Fuck that shit!
I ain’t playing that game!
I gvie you REAL DEAL!
And I ain’t doing it for fame!
I’m giving you the real deal
Ain’t nothing fake
Give you the real deal
Ain’t nothing made up
This is me
You hear me in them streets
Ain’t nothing but the real deal
You got me?
I’m giving you the real
I’m giving you the real deal
Ain’t nothing fake
Give you the real deal
Ain’t nothing made up
This is me
You hear me in them streets
Ain’t nothing but the real deal
You got me?
I’m giving you the real