Topsongs van DJ Clue
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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
DJ Clue
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Janie Bradford
Komponist:in
Gloria Jones
Komponist:in
Ernesto Shaw
Komponist:in
Jermaine Baxter
Komponist:in
John D. Jackson
Komponist:in
Cameron Giles
Komponist:in
David Styles
Komponist:in
Jason Phillips
Komponist:in
Sean Jacobs
Komponist:in
Kenneth Ifill
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
DJ Clue
Produzent:in
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Produzent:in
Songteksten
[Verse 1]
Word
New shit
Nature
Jam on
Locks
Fabulous
[Verse 2]
Piranhas the crib sicker than Madonna's
Getting more press than Elian Gonzalez
Some **** tell me I'm the hottest
I never cool off
Criticize the shit I write but it's never too soft
[Verse 3]
Snatch channels like I'm Disney
Half grizzly un explain
When **** see me they duck
Hoping I'll pass quickly
Someone to laugh wit me get acquainted
They know exactly when a **** famous
[Verse 4]
Or living dangerous
The kid got a glow like I just came home
Try to dull me
**** that owe be hiding from me
Changing their names
Screening their calls
The dream cast in the crib
Never leaving at all
[Verse 5]
Playing NBA 2K for two days straight
Fifty dollars a game
Let me polish my gain
Withdrawn at the bank
Never deposit a thing
Yo I gotta make a dollar with slang
[Verse 6]
Yo back in the day we was slave
Whips and chains
It's tradition
All I got was whips and chains
All I did
Flip some caine
Now a **** sick of the range
Only a new six could fix the pain
[Verse 7]
Look at all these goose bumps round my wrist and veins
Milton Bradley wanna get my game
Five-o wanna frisk my frame
I don't deal wit cheap blow
When I shoot no block
Sort of like a free throw
[Verse 8]
Can't miss
And one of you bitches burn me and I can't piss
Got me itching like it's dandruff
You gone see the back of cam hand quick you damn bitch
I'm a stomp you, stab you
Look at you, you damn bitch
[Verse 9]
Ya love I would dumb back out
Everybody like killer
When you come back out
Listen
I like rap
Routine had to stop
Met a new connect got it eighteen a whop
[Verse 10]
Cops on payroll every block got blow
We fight every night
Reunite then pop Moe
That's how it is when you deal wit me
Now feel tv
Only real tv
[Verse 11]
Real money real gash real cash real girls
MTV I'll show you the real world
Cash run up on you
Splatter your white eyes
That's only to make Saturday night live
[Verse 12]
Looking for a casket got the right size
Wanna bake a cake I got the right pies
Crashed up the four
Now the right five
Looking for beef you found the right guys
[Verse 13]
Old folks say Cam stop your route
Why you gotta get the guns
Just box it out
Listen that there is strife
Only one fighting is the doctor
That's for your life
[Verse 14]
As for your wife
Took her out just to tour town
Bench press for what
Lift four pounds
Tear up your car
All four doors down
Cats wanna box
Here's four more rounds
[Verse 15]
Yo
Keep talking 'bout convertibles and your ice
I'ma smack you yap you and murder you
Keep talking 'bout your dogs is this
And you leaving out the part that your dogs is bitch
[Verse 16]
Let's get straight to the point
Ain't a **** better than me
I'm aggravated and I'm fed to the T
If I gotta do joints
And I'm sitting for five
When you reminisce about me
Say the **** was live
[Verse 17]
I got twelve arm robberies pending
A dope charge
A gun charge
Hard to see holiday bending
With a brand new case
Twenty **** the ride
A spot OT
And some brand new base
[Verse 18]
Why same names
You could get who ever you know
I got the gun cocked
Ready to blow
Don't compare his rhymes to mines
Mine's is real
And his is just words and lines
[Verse 19]
Now I'ma give it to you straight 'cause I don't cop no pleas
Chic lush a **** who got lots of cheese
With enough coke to stand on and slide like skis
And you could see your whole body on my H R frees
[Verse 20]
How you wanna do this shit
Like the quick and the dead
So I could cock back
Empty out the back of your head
Do you a drive by go head
I'm quick with the heater
I shoot threw you
Your car and threw the parking meter
[Verse 21]
Look it ain't much to talk about fuck you
Fuck where you from
You better wear your gun
Won't shoot nothing but you will appear in court
I put your brains everywhere so you could share your thoughts
[Verse 22]
Few hot shells outta the chrome will leave you there
With a funny smell like gun powder cologne
Listen everything's about the kiss
The new dope out
Sky blue CL six with the new poke outs
[Verse 23]
Tired of the speculation faggot
Everything is real here
Ya ain't gonna get wreck on Jason
Hold down the fort
Could never be bought
So I don't flip when the crackers wave checks in my facing
[Verse 24]
Rather start gunning
'Cause soon as you start chasing the money
That's when the money start running
I drive by in a car service
Hop out with mad ****
Pull my phone out
Like ya nervous
[Verse 25]
Like ya don't know the kid say hitting benches
With Kay's of the caine
Leave strays sitting inches away from your brain
In them grey kitted benzes
I sway threw the lanes
Now they nay's just sit and flinches
When they see the chain
[Verse 26]
Ya might not never come out
My verses get heard
I'm a hustler
I don't sleep from the first to the third
Take a while to load the Cali
But the shots go quickly
Put red spots on your neck and they not no hickeys
[Verse 27]
The truck still got those Micky's
And don't even pass it my way
If it's not no sticky
No matter where I'm at
I pop regardless
'Cause I get knocked I cut a check
Y'all gone drop the charges
[Verse 28]
Put three holes in head
Make 'em look like bowling balls
Come through in Spring
With Nikes that don't get sold till Fall
So I could hardly care
'Cause the only way I see time behind bars
If it's a Cartier, ****
Written by: Cameron Giles, David Styles, Ernesto Shaw, Gloria Jones, Janie Bradford, Jason Phillips, Jermaine Baxter, John D. Jackson, Kenneth Ifill, Sean Jacobs
