Cartel Gathering (Album Version (Edited)) - Jadakiss/Ghostface Killah.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Jason Phillips/Steve Thornton/Eddie Ferrell/Dennis Coles/Corey Woods/Barry Gibb/Maurice Gibb/Robin Gibb
[00:00.04] 作曲 : Jason Phillips/Steve Thornton/Eddie Ferrell/Dennis Coles/Corey Woods/Barry Gibb/Maurice Gibb/Robin Gibb
[00:00.09]Yo, yo, yo, word to ride, *****, yeah
[00:06.87]Aiyyo, we four or five *****z with furs on
[00:08.31]Up top gated up, big tables got the reserves on
[00:11.40]Blowin' on saxophones, the band is rough
[00:13.65]So much ice on, looks like my wrist been cut
[00:16.29]And we just made it back from
[00:17.70]BeijingSeen my jeweler, told him melt the bird down to eight rings
[00:21.45]But then the music stopped,
[00:22.65]Jada stood up
[00:23.55]Before the speech, he had everybody raise they cups
[00:26.43]He said, "I been in spots where I can't even mention it""Don't drink the Cris', Ghost mighta pissed in it"
[00:32.04]Romanian dude, black down, pourin' the saki
[00:34.98]Face slumped to the side like
[00:36.45]RockyAnd Strahan came through with his bull*****t ring
[00:39.30]He said, "Yikes", when
[00:40.35]I pulled out my monster bling
[00:41.88]Don't be afraid of the
[00:42.90]New York street talk
[00:44.16]I switch gear all day, bro, like you do on your peach porch
[00:47.64]The chairs is suede, the walls is velvet
[00:49.86]Marquise ballroom, so live
[00:51.72]I felt itFat asses in fishnets, shakin' they pelvis
[00:54.99]Playin' with they *****, middle finger drippin',
[00:56.85]I smelt it
[00:57.54]Poker tables, crap joints just for rap *****z
[01:00.21]Me and Sheek, walkin' around ***** slappin' *****z
[01:03.15]There go Rae, there go
[01:04.23]PYo Chop, whattup?
[01:08.07]Sam Cooke writin' hand, all of my lightning, damn
[01:10.83]Used to rob *****z in
[01:11.97]Sam's, buy shams
[01:13.14]For my dude's baby shoe or booster baby, rollin' with steel
[01:16.20]Eatin' Jamaican food under the wheel
[01:18.09]You know the deal, book somethin' then blow
[01:20.13]Went from a
[01:20.79]O to a low, little apar**ent in
[01:22.86]BrookdaleGold was my motto, lotto numbers is what?
[01:25.89]Had it in me, rolled down coolin' with coke
[01:28.44]That's the '90s,
[01:29.43]Chef era take over
[01:30.78]AmericaBag
[01:31.86]Ugly Betty up, make her
[01:33.06]Ms. Guerrera
[01:33.96]Pinky wench in sweaters, cortex burnin' the mic booth
[01:37.20]Travel right past my heritage
[01:39.12]Them old school *****z is me
[01:40.74]Taught me how to read, get skee'd, everybody missin' a ki
[01:43.98]Yo, I do this with a natural movement
[01:46.11]Catch me by the [Incomprehensible], scope on me, ***** it,
[01:48.72]I'm losin' it
[01:49.14]Yeah, yo,
[01:49.35]I did it my way, lights off on the highway
[01:52.08]Greek statues on both sides of the driveway
[01:54.72]Word to the stamps on the diesel
[01:56.49]The way these *****z is lookin' either they got cramps or they evil
[01:59.79]One go, we all go,
[02:01.20]D-boy fresh but hard dough
[02:03.00]Cashmere and suede cargoes
[02:05.01]On top of the beige
[02:06.12]Wallo's45 government edition clippers, straight hollows
[02:10.17]My clientele is supreme and it's proven
[02:12.75]That I'm only built for the
[02:14.01]Link if it's
[02:14.64]CubanI'm a pioneer,
[02:16.29]I'm not a vet'
[02:17.31]Last Kiss' is a
[02:18.18]French one, it's not a peck
[02:19.86]Movin' powder, piff and a lot of wet
[02:22.41]You're gonna die, that's a promise not a threat
[02:25.20]Yeah, but
[02:25.68]I ain't with the chatterin''
[02:27.24]Cause I'd just rather splatter them
[02:29.01]This is a cartel gatherin', what?

文本歌词

作词 : Jason Phillips/Steve Thornton/Eddie Ferrell/Dennis Coles/Corey Woods/Barry Gibb/Maurice Gibb/Robin Gibb
作曲 : Jason Phillips/Steve Thornton/Eddie Ferrell/Dennis Coles/Corey Woods/Barry Gibb/Maurice Gibb/Robin Gibb
Yo, yo, yo, word to ride, *****, yeah
Aiyyo, we four or five *****z with furs on
Up top gated up, big tables got the reserves on
Blowin' on saxophones, the band is rough
So much ice on, looks like my wrist been cut
And we just made it back from
BeijingSeen my jeweler, told him melt the bird down to eight rings
But then the music stopped,
Jada stood up
Before the speech, he had everybody raise they cups
He said, "I been in spots where I can't even mention it""Don't drink the Cris', Ghost mighta pissed in it"
Romanian dude, black down, pourin' the saki
Face slumped to the side like
RockyAnd Strahan came through with his bull*****t ring
He said, "Yikes", when
I pulled out my monster bling
Don't be afraid of the
New York street talk
I switch gear all day, bro, like you do on your peach porch
The chairs is suede, the walls is velvet
Marquise ballroom, so live
I felt itFat asses in fishnets, shakin' they pelvis
Playin' with they *****, middle finger drippin',
I smelt it
Poker tables, crap joints just for rap *****z
Me and Sheek, walkin' around ***** slappin' *****z
There go Rae, there go
PYo Chop, whattup?
Sam Cooke writin' hand, all of my lightning, damn
Used to rob *****z in
Sam's, buy shams
For my dude's baby shoe or booster baby, rollin' with steel
Eatin' Jamaican food under the wheel
You know the deal, book somethin' then blow
Went from a
O to a low, little apar**ent in
BrookdaleGold was my motto, lotto numbers is what?
Had it in me, rolled down coolin' with coke
That's the '90s,
Chef era take over
AmericaBag
Ugly Betty up, make her
Ms. Guerrera
Pinky wench in sweaters, cortex burnin' the mic booth
Travel right past my heritage
Them old school *****z is me
Taught me how to read, get skee'd, everybody missin' a ki
Yo, I do this with a natural movement
Catch me by the , scope on me, ***** it,
I'm losin' it
Yeah, yo,
I did it my way, lights off on the highway
Greek statues on both sides of the driveway
Word to the stamps on the diesel
The way these *****z is lookin' either they got cramps or they evil
One go, we all go,
D-boy fresh but hard dough
Cashmere and suede cargoes
On top of the beige
Wallo's45 government edition clippers, straight hollows
My clientele is supreme and it's proven
That I'm only built for the
Link if it's
CubanI'm a pioneer,
I'm not a vet'
Last Kiss' is a
French one, it's not a peck
Movin' powder, piff and a lot of wet
You're gonna die, that's a promise not a threat
Yeah, but
I ain't with the chatterin''
Cause I'd just rather splatter them
This is a cartel gatherin', what?