Pitch In OnA Party - DJ Quik.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作曲 : DJ Quik
[00:09.23]Momma
[00:11.57]I know you said you wanted a record that you could listen to
[00:13.70]With no cussing and shit, I tried, but I still gotta do this
[00:22.14]Jingle jingle we've go the lingo
[00:24.88]With so much heat it's hard for us to pick the first single
[00:27.08]It don't matter 'cuz I'm underground anyway
[00:29.46]Rich balling, bitch call and fly any day
[00:31.84]You dirty mother****ers y'all too whack to dance
[00:33.65]Y'all need to ease up off that now before y'all splint y'all pants
[00:35.92]And leave that up to my mother****ers, young fly mother****ers
[00:38.34]Getting down you and I mother****ers don't try mother****ers
[00:40.43]I changed my mind I don't want your bitch
[00:42.96]'Cuz sorry ass women just don't get rich
[00:44.96]You could keep her I'd rather have a Fifi bag because it's cheaper
[00:47.27]You can't come up for NL, I gets deeper
[00:49.76]And my hold is so cold, it's a sleeper
[00:52.47]So pass the reafer
[00:53.93]And to you false balling mother****ers just grab your crotches
[00:56.26]But if you paid mother****er pat your pockets
[00:58.04]And for sure, you've got yours
[01:00.14]I've got mines and we're balling
[01:02.73]So call up everybody
[01:05.11]Let's pitch in ona party for sure
[01:08.10]You've got yours
[01:09.60]I've got mines and we're balling
[01:11.79]So call up everybody
[01:14.08]Let's pitch in ona party for sure
[01:17.21]Alright somebody play the potato salad let's take a ballad
[01:19.63]On who gonna invite the hoes that make the party valid
[01:21.52]'Cuz we don't need a whole crib full of dudes again
[01:23.80]And here come the police with them big black boots again
[01:25.86]Kicking mother****ers out
[01:27.37]Hand cuffing and stuffing they banging Jacky chicken in they mouth
[01:30.24]And time to shine pitching a fit
[01:32.03]'Cuz somebody rolled her bud in a heeny blunt and won't pass the shit
[01:34.62]Who keeps turning the lights on? Why the music keep skipping?
[01:38.19]And why these dirty khaki mother****ers tripping?
[01:39.42]I don't know I'm Quik and I'm still delighted
[01:41.48]500 dollars worth of white star about to hide it
[01:44.10]Cuz y'all ain't drinking mine up
[01:45.73]You better drink that Anj and Palmason and the rest of that wine up
[01:48.08]You party haters need to stop it
[01:50.35]I think we really about to pat your pockets
[01:52.59]And for sure, you've got yours
[01:54.22]I've got mines and we're balling
[01:56.83]So call up everybody
[01:59.16]Let's pitch in ona party for sure
[02:02.07]You've got yours
[02:03.41]I've got mines and we're balling
[02:05.95]So call up everybody
[02:08.21]Let's pitch in ona party for sure
[02:11.14]Hey baby my girlfriend left me today
[02:12.50]So which one of you old tragedy ass mother****ers
[02:14.34]Wanna come in here and play?
[02:14.39]That's what my homie told and try to cop the cancun
[02:17.43]Then I caught him in there hunching in my downstairs bathroom
[02:19.77]And in the kitchen and up in there on the dance floor
[02:22.27]By the big screen TV where your pants go?
[02:24.66]Boy you mother****ers I swear
[02:25.87]I try to throw y'all a ragedy ass party and y'all don't even care
[02:28.80]Cigarette burns in my plush empty beer bottles in the brush
[02:32.42]And my bitch acting like a lush boy what else could go wrong?
[02:35.35]Somebody kick the extension cord out
[02:37.20]Move, y'all gotta be some of the clumsiest mother****ers
[02:41.42]To the sounds, now some
[02:42.56]Y'all done ****ed up get out, get on
[02:44.43]Speed up bitch get up, take your shit on
[02:46.72]Ya bitch, the drunk bitch said it
[02:48.94]Your pockets, that's where I'm sending, K go
[02:51.01]And for sure, you've got yours
[02:52.70]I've got mines and we're balling
[02:55.22]So call up everybody
[02:57.49]Let's pitch in ona party for sure
[03:00.35]You've got yours
[03:02.23]I've got mines and we're balling
[03:04.14]So call up everybody
[03:06.58]Let's pitch in ona party for sure
[03:09.39]You've got yours
[03:10.59]I've got mines and we're balling
[03:13.17]So call up everybody
[03:15.52]Let's pitch in ona party for sure
[03:18.38]You've got yours
[03:19.63]I've got mines and we're balling
[03:22.23]So call up everybody
[03:24.97]Let's pitch in ona party for sure
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文本歌词

作曲 : DJ Quik
Momma
I know you said you wanted a record that you could listen to
With no cussing and shit, I tried, but I still gotta do this
Jingle jingle we've go the lingo
With so much heat it's hard for us to pick the first single
It don't matter 'cuz I'm underground anyway
Rich balling, bitch call and fly any day
You dirty mother****ers y'all too whack to dance
Y'all need to ease up off that now before y'all splint y'all pants
And leave that up to my mother****ers, young fly mother****ers
Getting down you and I mother****ers don't try mother****ers
I changed my mind I don't want your bitch
'Cuz sorry ass women just don't get rich
You could keep her I'd rather have a Fifi bag because it's cheaper
You can't come up for NL, I gets deeper
And my hold is so cold, it's a sleeper
So pass the reafer
And to you false balling mother****ers just grab your crotches
But if you paid mother****er pat your pockets
And for sure, you've got yours
I've got mines and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in ona party for sure
You've got yours
I've got mines and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in ona party for sure
Alright somebody play the potato salad let's take a ballad
On who gonna invite the hoes that make the party valid
'Cuz we don't need a whole crib full of dudes again
And here come the police with them big black boots again
Kicking mother****ers out
Hand cuffing and stuffing they banging Jacky chicken in they mouth
And time to shine pitching a fit
'Cuz somebody rolled her bud in a heeny blunt and won't pass the shit
Who keeps turning the lights on? Why the music keep skipping?
And why these dirty khaki mother****ers tripping?
I don't know I'm Quik and I'm still delighted
500 dollars worth of white star about to hide it
Cuz y'all ain't drinking mine up
You better drink that Anj and Palmason and the rest of that wine up
You party haters need to stop it
I think we really about to pat your pockets
And for sure, you've got yours
I've got mines and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in ona party for sure
You've got yours
I've got mines and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in ona party for sure
Hey baby my girlfriend left me today
So which one of you old tragedy ass mother****ers
Wanna come in here and play?
That's what my homie told and try to cop the cancun
Then I caught him in there hunching in my downstairs bathroom
And in the kitchen and up in there on the dance floor
By the big screen TV where your pants go?
Boy you mother****ers I swear
I try to throw y'all a ragedy ass party and y'all don't even care
Cigarette burns in my plush empty beer bottles in the brush
And my bitch acting like a lush boy what else could go wrong?
Somebody kick the extension cord out
Move, y'all gotta be some of the clumsiest mother****ers
To the sounds, now some
Y'all done ****ed up get out, get on
Speed up bitch get up, take your shit on
Ya bitch, the drunk bitch said it
Your pockets, that's where I'm sending, K go
And for sure, you've got yours
I've got mines and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in ona party for sure
You've got yours
I've got mines and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in ona party for sure
You've got yours
I've got mines and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in ona party for sure
You've got yours
I've got mines and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in ona party for sure