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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Nelly
Nelly
Stimme und Gesang
Ali
Ali
Stimme und Gesang
Kyjuan
Kyjuan
Stimme und Gesang
Murphy Lee
Murphy Lee
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Murphy Lee
Murphy Lee
Songwriter:in
Waynne Nugent
Waynne Nugent
Songwriter:in
Ali Kenyatta Jones
Ali Kenyatta Jones
Songwriter:in
Cornell Haynes, Jr.
Cornell Haynes, Jr.
Songwriter:in
Kevin Risto
Kevin Risto
Songwriter:in
Robert Kyjuan Cleveland
Robert Kyjuan Cleveland
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Bruce Waynne
Bruce Waynne
Produzent:in
Carl Nappa
Carl Nappa
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Rich Travali
Rich Travali
Mischtechniker:in
Chip Karpells
Chip Karpells
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Dirty Swift
Dirty Swift
Produzent:in

Songteksten

(Ho, hey!)
I say the band played on
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, I better getcha)
And they was singin' my song
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, gonna getcha, right?)
I say the band played on
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, I better getcha)
And they was singin' my song
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, gonna getcha, right?)
I say the band played on
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, I better getcha)
And they was singin' my song
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, gonna getcha, right?)
I say the band played on
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, I better getcha)
And they was singin' my song
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, gonna getcha, right?)
Watch the band play on
I got them folks on the left, man they goin' like
I got them folks on the right, and they be screamin' like
I got them folks in the back, man they yellin' like
I got them folks down front, wavin' they hands like
What we gon' do about the middle, man?
They get it swingin', juke jumpin', a little man
I'm from the middle man, watch dirty entertain
Capacity ten thousand, we packed the whole thing
To get the spot leanin', that's what we tryin' for
We all we got, that's why we rhyme so
I feel we the best, no sense in lyin', though
Now, all together, watch the crowd go
I'm just a dirty from the Lou, I got a whole lotta
Smokin' on some shit from a barn they call
I don't pay for no pussy, I try to stay away from
If I do pay for somethin', man you know what I'm on
I say the band played on
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, I better getcha, ho!)
And they was singin' my song
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, gonna getcha, right? Hey!)
I say the band played on
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, I better getcha, ho!)
And they was singin' my song
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, gonna getcha, right? Hey!)
I say the band played on
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, I better getcha, ho!)
(The whole East Coast'll sing along)
And they was singin' my song
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, gonna getcha, right? Hey!)
(And the whole West Coast'll sing along)
I say the band played on
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, I better getcha, ho!)
(And the whole dirty South'll sing along)
And they was singin' my song
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, gonna getcha, right? Hey!)
(The whole damn place'll sing along)
Watch the band play on
I get a hundred-fifty thou' to make the crowd go
I might fly by you in that Diablo
I'm leavin' St. Louis, smashin' that throttle
In three hours flat, I hit Chicago
Black stacks and 'Lacs, it's what I earned so far
This copycattin' thing is goin' too far
Cheefin', reefin', no more burnin' the 'gar
Sippin' Pinot Grigio while I'm churchin' at bars
Derrty E-N-T screamin' at our show
I'm catchin' to freak somethin' to die for
I stick twenty, twenty-four, that's how high I go
And smoke like a chimney, puffin' that hydro
Now, errytime I'm up on that stage, somebody always screamin'
Errytime that my back is turned, somebody sayin'
When I'm up in the club, it's so easy to get a
But I'd rather get a young lady that's cool with the
I say the band played on
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, I better getcha)
And they was singin' my song
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, gonna getcha, right?)
I say the band played on
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, I better getcha)
And they was singin' my song
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, gonna getcha, right?)
I say the band played on
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, I better getcha)
(The whole East Coast'll sing along)
And they was singin' my song
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, gonna getcha, right?)
(And the whole West Coast'll sing along)
I say the band played on
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, I better getcha)
(The whole dirty South'll sing along)
And they was singin' my song
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, gonna getcha, right?)
(The whole damn place'll sing along)
Watch the band play on
I'm sick of wannabe gangsters that be pretendin' they not a
Talking bad behind your back, but when they see you they like
I don't pay no attention, I'm only there to steal your
And I ain't got to like your ass, I'll still smoke your
No music, no weed, what should we ride for?
We roll with them Twista like we Chicago
Shout out to OPEC rolls up the five four
The streets of St. Louis call it survival
Your game ain't tight, no you ain't pimpin' kin
You see the Cutlass Supreme I'm sittin' in?
Lime green chinchilla, ooh that's a different skin
Where I'm from, we wear blue and gold like we Michigan
I know you a lady, but tonight, can you be a (Ho)
Is that your man chasin' you down, behind you yellin'
He cussin' like a motherfucker, calling her a (Ho)
She askin' me what she should do, I just look like
I say the band played on
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, I better getcha)
And they was singin' my song
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, gonna getcha, right?)
I say the band played on
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, I better getcha)
And they was singin' my song
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, gonna getcha, right?)
I say the band played on
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, I better getcha)
(The whole East Coast'll sing along)
And they was singin' my song
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, gonna getcha, right?)
(The whole West Coast'll sing along)
I say the band played on
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, I better getcha)
(The whole dirty South'll sing along)
And they was singin' my song
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, gonna getcha, right?)
(The whole damn place'll sing along)
Watch the band play on
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, I better getcha)
And they was singin' my song
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, gonna getcha, right?)
I say the band played on
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, I better getcha)
And they was singin' my song
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, gonna getcha, right?)
I say the band played on
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, I better getcha)
(The whole East Coast'll sing along)
And they was singin' my song
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, gonna getcha, right?)
(The whole West Coast'll sing along)
I say the band played on
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, I better getcha)
(The whole dirty South'll sing along)
And they was singin' my song
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, gonna getcha, right?)
(The whole damn place'll sing along)
Watch the band play on
Written by: Ali, Kevin Risto, Kyjuan, Murphy Lee, Nelly, Waynne Nugent
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