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[00:01.59]Aw, yeahRight about now it's time to get busy
[00:05.37]Huh, straight out the box, nonstop
[00:14.01]Kurupt the
[00:14.31]Kingpin, Xzibit,
[00:14.70]Crooked IWait a minute, um
[00:15.99]This is the art of, manslaughter
[00:17.61]When I'm rockin',
[00:18.36]I'm more shockin'
[00:19.05]Than droppin' a boom box in bath water
[00:21.18]You entered the wrong scuffle
[00:22.35]You catchin' a chrome buckle
[00:23.79]I uppercut niggas hard enoug
[00:25.02]To break my own knuckles
[00:26.34]Deliver the sick verbals
[00:27.51]My shotty spit around
[00:28.68]Before you hit the ground
[00:29.67]Your body spin around, in six circles
[00:31.50]Diminishin' infamous menaces
[00:33.18]I'm waitin' to get ****ed, if no
[00:34.71]I'm a start finishin' innocents, lyrics
[00:36.69]I'm breezin' the region
[00:37.68]Freezin' G's in your legion
[00:38.97]Freakin' ancient techniques
[00:40.23]When I'm speakin' phoenician
[00:41.52]It's all about
[00:42.30]CrookedThese bitches shout
[00:43.62]CrookedI'll make you say the
[00:44.91]West Coast
[00:45.48]Ain't shit without
[00:47.01]I own a vicious label, niggas'll get disable
[00:49.14]When I'm spittin' rhymes written on project kitchen tables
[00:52.23]I load this 4-5 and let slugs dive at ya
[00:54.48]Now that's for
[00:55.02]Crooked I, the scrap happy, mic snatcha
[00:58.29]Mother****ers can you dig that, huh
[01:01.29]Can you **** with this
[01:03.45]Let's get
[01:03.90]Kurupt the
[01:04.50]Kingpin to **** y'all niggas u
[01:06.48]Y'all don't wanna see none of this
[01:09.15]West Coast
[01:09.78]MC nigga Yeah, how you like me now mother****er
[01:17.79]Terror starts, in the midst of your heart, starts
[01:20.07]The storm, my vocals float like arts
[01:22.17]In the mystic state of mind, when
[01:23.67]I create a rhyme
[01:24.72]My microphone ****s every year the same tim
[01:27.00]With audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talker
[01:31.02]Up against the microphone night stalker
[01:33.00]With a tendency of bashing
[01:34.29]MCs, like ten of me
[01:35.46]As you can see
[01:36.09]I continue mashin'
[01:36.90]MCsCaboom, the room gets cleared as my views get clearer
[01:41.13]Extra-terrestrial microphone terror
[01:43.38]In effect, get infected
[01:44.97]Tell me, \"What the **** you expected?\
[01:47.31]These venemous injections
[01:48.75]I leave whole sections and sections full of injections
[01:51.42]From these poisenous melodies and selections
[01:54.00]I select the methods of slow anguish
[01:56.22]I mangle shit with my languag
[01:57.75]Tell me, have you ever seen one elope
[02:00.48]With the microphone
[02:01.62]In a scandal like abilities to make
[02:03.30]MCs explode
[02:04.14]Baboom, alone in my own zone
[02:06.30]So don't compare me to none
[02:08.04]Not one's nearly severe, 'cuz
[02:10.08]I severely
[02:10.98]Impair MCs near me, oppose and fear me
[02:13.35]I got plots and theories
[02:14.85]Sincerely,
[02:15.66]I could have the spot locked
[02:16.80]Niggas get stoned for touching microphone
[02:18.51]With no knowledge on how to rock
[02:20.79]Yeah, back in effect, it don't stop
[02:23.19]Turn your speakers up,
[02:24.96]DJ Battlecat on the table
[02:27.09]We ****ing it up like this and like that, yea
[02:30.39]Got my homeboy
[02:31.53]Xzibit in the motherfuccin' house,
[02:33.03]Alkaholiks
[02:33.33]When I was enlisted
[02:35.94]I came to the table double fisted
[02:37.74]Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my enemies
[02:40.47]Bust shots up in the sky screamin' obscenities
[02:42.93]Make niggas sport cackies and chucks from here to
[02:45.03]ItalyIt'll be, a cold day in hell when you see
[02:47.91]Xzibit fail
[02:48.54]Act like a bitch on bail, tuck tail, and run
[02:50.97]See we do it how it can't be done
[02:53.10]I'm the rough cut, plus how the west was won
[02:55.53]Or direct descendant of the gatling gun
[02:58.08]Don't test me, son, you **** around and catch you one
[03:00.69]That ain't a threat, that's a promise
[03:02.19]I can definitely keep
[03:03.33]You can't compete wit' 25 niggas wit' heat in the street
[03:05.82]Ready to repeat, round after after round at you
[03:08.34]All hell break lose when the whole pound come through
[03:11.07]I found that you and yours, can never **** wit' mine
[03:13.71]I own shit but gimme some more like
[03:15.42]Busta Rhymes'
[03:16.29]Cross the line, now you gotta pay the piper
[03:18.81]I'm The Alkaholik sniper, that be keepin' the crowds hyper
[03:21.51]It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust
[03:24.09]Can't stop till me and my niggas is platinum plus
[03:26.58]My Dogg Kurupt
[03:27.30]Yeah, no shit
[03:31.68]Yeah, y'all can't **** wit' that
[03:38.94]That's what
[03:39.21]I'm talkin' about
[03:39.87]West coast, we been doin' this shit for years
[03:44.13]Aint nothin' happenin' wit' that
[03:44.97]Battlecat, right
[03:45.30]Whatcha say?
[03:45.48]Niggas that be hangin' in the battle
[04:01.26]That's what
[04:12.12]I'm talkin' about
[04:12.75]Daz Dillinger
[04:19.59]Break it down, break it down
[04:40.26]Niggas can't fade this shit

文本歌词

Aw, yeahRight about now it's time to get busy
Huh, straight out the box, nonstop
Kurupt the
Kingpin, Xzibit,
Crooked IWait a minute, um
This is the art of, manslaughter
When I'm rockin',
I'm more shockin'
Than droppin' a boom box in bath water
You entered the wrong scuffle
You catchin' a chrome buckle
I uppercut niggas hard enoug
To break my own knuckles
Deliver the sick verbals
My shotty spit around
Before you hit the ground
Your body spin around, in six circles
Diminishin' infamous menaces
I'm waitin' to get ****ed, if no
I'm a start finishin' innocents, lyrics
I'm breezin' the region
Freezin' G's in your legion
Freakin' ancient techniques
When I'm speakin' phoenician
It's all about
CrookedThese bitches shout
CrookedI'll make you say the
West Coast
Ain't shit without
I own a vicious label, niggas'll get disable
When I'm spittin' rhymes written on project kitchen tables
I load this 4-5 and let slugs dive at ya
Now that's for
Crooked I, the scrap happy, mic snatcha
Mother****ers can you dig that, huh
Can you **** with this
Let's get
Kurupt the
Kingpin to **** y'all niggas u
Y'all don't wanna see none of this
West Coast
MC nigga Yeah, how you like me now mother****er
Terror starts, in the midst of your heart, starts
The storm, my vocals float like arts
In the mystic state of mind, when
I create a rhyme
My microphone ****s every year the same tim
With audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talker
Up against the microphone night stalker
With a tendency of bashing
MCs, like ten of me
As you can see
I continue mashin'
MCsCaboom, the room gets cleared as my views get clearer
Extra-terrestrial microphone terror
In effect, get infected
Tell me, \"What the **** you expected?\
These venemous injections
I leave whole sections and sections full of injections
From these poisenous melodies and selections
I select the methods of slow anguish
I mangle shit with my languag
Tell me, have you ever seen one elope
With the microphone
In a scandal like abilities to make
MCs explode
Baboom, alone in my own zone
So don't compare me to none
Not one's nearly severe, 'cuz
I severely
Impair MCs near me, oppose and fear me
I got plots and theories
Sincerely,
I could have the spot locked
Niggas get stoned for touching microphone
With no knowledge on how to rock
Yeah, back in effect, it don't stop
Turn your speakers up,
DJ Battlecat on the table
We ****ing it up like this and like that, yea
Got my homeboy
Xzibit in the motherfuccin' house,
Alkaholiks
When I was enlisted
I came to the table double fisted
Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my enemies
Bust shots up in the sky screamin' obscenities
Make niggas sport cackies and chucks from here to
ItalyIt'll be, a cold day in hell when you see
Xzibit fail
Act like a bitch on bail, tuck tail, and run
See we do it how it can't be done
I'm the rough cut, plus how the west was won
Or direct descendant of the gatling gun
Don't test me, son, you **** around and catch you one
That ain't a threat, that's a promise
I can definitely keep
You can't compete wit' 25 niggas wit' heat in the street
Ready to repeat, round after after round at you
All hell break lose when the whole pound come through
I found that you and yours, can never **** wit' mine
I own shit but gimme some more like
Busta Rhymes'
Cross the line, now you gotta pay the piper
I'm The Alkaholik sniper, that be keepin' the crowds hyper
It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Can't stop till me and my niggas is platinum plus
My Dogg Kurupt
Yeah, no shit
Yeah, y'all can't **** wit' that
That's what
I'm talkin' about
West coast, we been doin' this shit for years
Aint nothin' happenin' wit' that
Battlecat, right
Whatcha say?
Niggas that be hangin' in the battle
That's what
I'm talkin' about
Daz Dillinger
Break it down, break it down
Niggas can't fade this shit