2001 4dr. Cadillac歌词 歌手Bad Azz-专辑Personal Business-单曲《2001 4dr. Cadillac》LRC歌词下载

作曲 : l. Johnson/Butch Cassidy/J. Austin/Jamarr Antonio Stamps/A. Ransom (feat. Butch Cassidy, Ras Kass, Sylk-E. Fyne) (Chorus: Butch Cassidy) Up early in the morn' (the morn) I'm thinkin' as I yawn (I yawn) What am I gonna do? Well I should call my crew, I call my crew Man what a pretty day (pretty day) All the women wanna play (wanna play) But time is movin' fast So I should move my ass Come on (Bad Azz) Come on, let's go, get out Let's show 'em what the West Coast about The street life, cars with switches, we live on TV Or next to the stars with riches, you couldn't see me Smashin' in a Bentley Coupe through L.B. In an expensive suit, you tell me Me and Sylk-E. Fyne, platinum on this Blaqtoven beat And you're in trouble like when you need a gat to go to sleep We hot nicks like Meth and Redman, make you Blackout Back that ass up, enter this and throw your back out We Thug to the Bone that's why I keep it all 'N Harmony And - still I rise, won't you come along with me? Let's hit the streets and feel the sunshine I've been out all day long and I ain't even seen one-time Let's hit the beach and then swerve through the Westside Let's drink, toast, smoke and give it up for the best side (Chorus) (Sylk-E. Fyne) I'm wakin' up early even before the sun crack Up collectin' my paper in a brown paper bag, with my ***** Bad Purse fat with a lot of cash While them *****es mad, we C-Walk and we smash Stomp and stampede over the emenies Still shinin' and glistenin', you can catch me in the streets With my thugs, hoodstas and hustle-ahs I love my ******, I'm at the club with my ****** Cause it ain't my fault they say I'm the bossiest And it ain't my fault me, Bad and Ras can floss our **** Ghetto stars we are own entourage We drive 'em far, chauffers to roll our cars So hell yeah, Mr. Bad I'ma go with ya From sunset to sunrise cause we them go-getters And at the end of the yellow brick road It's gold and platinum, so come on let's roll (Chorus x2) (Ras Kass) I'm like a walkin' night club Wherever I go we got bud ***** want some drink? I got a dub In these L.A. streets we got love Big booty hoes, we got hugs You got a **********in' problem? - We got slugs, we got thugs Need a Romy on chrome, no place like home Benzes and Broughams, we all the same like clones (Lil', lil') Lil' ****** with big homes We platinum in the streets, so the gettin' is good Be in mansions on the hill, heart still livin' in the hood I'm a Watts baby, 99th & McKinley Raised in C-arson so haters can come and get me Sun roof, 80 proof, still fo' much Certain songs and watch all the homies throw up We bang different sets but we all claim the West Let's get rich *****, please, collect the checks (Butch Cassidy) You don't want to fool with us You best be cool with us Pretty ladies we wanna **** I'll never leave cause in the West I trust You don't want to fool with us You best be cool with us Pretty ladies we wanna **** I'll never leave cause in the West I trust