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[00:00.000] 作词 : Kee'vin Lewis/Kobe Crawford/Andre Mason
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Kee'vin Lewis/Kobe Crawford/Andre Mason
[00:12.366] Yeah
[00:13.102] I sip Hi-Tech (I sip Hi-Tech)
[00:14.367] I don't need no ref (I don't need no ref)
[00:15.889] They know I ball (They know I ball)
[00:18.152] I don't need no scale (I don't need no scale)
[00:19.139] Yeah, fell in love with tools, if they play, we kill everyone
[00:22.780] I came from disaster so I flooded my hood with guns
[00:26.002] Why you trust no one? I got my reasons
[00:29.227] I pull up Hellcat, tryna leave these demons, yeah
[00:32.602] I treat all my hoes just like the last one
[00:35.728] Leave the mic in the studio, I'm back countin' Jacksons
[00:39.077] My hood like wide hips, you can't pull up on this side
[00:42.252] We been jumpin' gates, run from narcs, I don't get tired
[00:45.502] Margielas ain't got no lace but somehow we got mob ties
[00:48.840] Cartiers, I can't see, but the coupe came with frog eyes
[00:51.928]When the light's on my mouth, hit colors, ain't nothin' for me to leave a nigga on read (Yeah, yeah)
[00:55.239]Inside of the coupe peanut butter, I still'll never give a nigga no bread (Yeah, yeah)
[00:58.452] From the trap to a entertainer, still'll get him touched for what he said (Touched, get him touched)
[01:01.739] In the hood servin' undercovers, how else was we gon' get fed? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[01:04.927]I'm picky with all these niggas like I dig in they nose, they know how it go (They know how it go)
[01:08.252] My last name ain't Jenkins, they heard I'm havin' all the 'bows and they tryna score
[01:11.465] Make money from music and trappin' like Djay and Roach, I call it Hustle and Flow (Yeah, yeah)
[01:14.640] I'm a don in my city 'cause I want it more (I want it more, yeah)
[01:17.717] I sip Hi-Tech (I sip Hi-Tech)
[01:19.202] I don't need no ref (I don't need no ref)
[01:20.801] They know I ball (They know I ball)
[01:22.252] I don't need no scale (I don't need no scale)
[01:23.864] Yeah, fell in love with tools, if they play, we kill everyone
[01:27.589] I came from disaster so I flooded my hood with guns
[01:30.852] Why you trust no one? I got my reasons
[01:34.139] I pull up Hellcat, tryna leave these demons, yeah
[01:37.440] I treat all my hoes just like the last one
[01:40.514] Leave the mic in the studio, I'm back countin' Jacksons
[01:43.826] My hood like wide hips, you can't pull up on this side
[01:47.115] We been jumpin' gates, run from narcs, I don't get tired
[01:50.439] Margielas ain't got no lace but somehow we got mob ties
[01:53.970] Cartiers, I can't see, but the coupe came with frog eyes
[01:56.886] I'm the modern day Loc Dog 'cause I keep extensions like [?][2:00]
[02:00.241]They callin' me Kee'vin Manning, I been throwin' shit and all these niggas receivin'
[02:03.352]September baby, I was born in the fall, so nigga is you stayin' or leavin'?
[02:06.513]We argue 'cause she wanna **** in the mornin', I wanna **** in the evenin'
[02:09.755]My dick better than cocaine, I inject in her body and I leave her fiendin'
[02:13.045] See a opp and we don't dare run, we'll put him on Fox, call him Willie Beamen
[02:16.058]Clip taller than Megatron, hit him with a ****in', now he out for the season
[02:19.137]Lil' nigga, don't give me a reason (Yeah)
[02:22.022] I sip Hi-Tech (I sip Hi-Tech)
[02:24.097] I don't need no ref (I don't need no ref)
[02:25.961] They know I ball (They know I ball)
[02:27.273] I don't need no scale (I don't need no scale)
[02:28.780] Yeah, fell in love with tools, if they play, we kill everyone
[02:32.637] I came from disaster so I flooded my hood with guns
[02:35.781] Why you trust no one? I got my reasons
[02:39.103] I pull up Hellcat, tryna leave these demons, yeah
[02:42.101] I treat all my hoes just like the last one
[02:45.278] Leave the mic in the studio, I'm back countin' Jacksons
[02:48.567] My hood like wide hips, you can't pull up on this side
[02:51.760] We been jumpin' gates, run from narcs, I don't get tired
[02:55.034] Margielas ain't got no lace but somehow we got mob ties
[02:58.048] Cartiers, I can't see, but the coupe came with frog eyes

文本歌词

作词 : Kee'vin Lewis/Kobe Crawford/Andre Mason
作曲 : Kee'vin Lewis/Kobe Crawford/Andre Mason
Yeah
I sip Hi-Tech (I sip Hi-Tech)
I don't need no ref (I don't need no ref)
They know I ball (They know I ball)
I don't need no scale (I don't need no scale)
Yeah, fell in love with tools, if they play, we kill everyone
I came from disaster so I flooded my hood with guns
Why you trust no one? I got my reasons
I pull up Hellcat, tryna leave these demons, yeah
I treat all my hoes just like the last one
Leave the mic in the studio, I'm back countin' Jacksons
My hood like wide hips, you can't pull up on this side
We been jumpin' gates, run from narcs, I don't get tired
Margielas ain't got no lace but somehow we got mob ties
Cartiers, I can't see, but the coupe came with frog eyes
When the light's on my mouth, hit colors, ain't nothin' for me to leave a nigga on read (Yeah, yeah)
Inside of the coupe peanut butter, I still'll never give a nigga no bread (Yeah, yeah)
From the trap to a entertainer, still'll get him touched for what he said (Touched, get him touched)
In the hood servin' undercovers, how else was we gon' get fed? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm picky with all these niggas like I dig in they nose, they know how it go (They know how it go)
My last name ain't Jenkins, they heard I'm havin' all the 'bows and they tryna score
Make money from music and trappin' like Djay and Roach, I call it Hustle and Flow (Yeah, yeah)
I'm a don in my city 'cause I want it more (I want it more, yeah)
I sip Hi-Tech (I sip Hi-Tech)
I don't need no ref (I don't need no ref)
They know I ball (They know I ball)
I don't need no scale (I don't need no scale)
Yeah, fell in love with tools, if they play, we kill everyone
I came from disaster so I flooded my hood with guns
Why you trust no one? I got my reasons
I pull up Hellcat, tryna leave these demons, yeah
I treat all my hoes just like the last one
Leave the mic in the studio, I'm back countin' Jacksons
My hood like wide hips, you can't pull up on this side
We been jumpin' gates, run from narcs, I don't get tired
Margielas ain't got no lace but somehow we got mob ties
Cartiers, I can't see, but the coupe came with frog eyes
I'm the modern day Loc Dog 'cause I keep extensions like
They callin' me Kee'vin Manning, I been throwin' shit and all these niggas receivin'
September baby, I was born in the fall, so nigga is you stayin' or leavin'?
We argue 'cause she wanna **** in the mornin', I wanna **** in the evenin'
My dick better than cocaine, I inject in her body and I leave her fiendin'
See a opp and we don't dare run, we'll put him on Fox, call him Willie Beamen
Clip taller than Megatron, hit him with a ****in', now he out for the season
Lil' nigga, don't give me a reason (Yeah)
I sip Hi-Tech (I sip Hi-Tech)
I don't need no ref (I don't need no ref)
They know I ball (They know I ball)
I don't need no scale (I don't need no scale)
Yeah, fell in love with tools, if they play, we kill everyone
I came from disaster so I flooded my hood with guns
Why you trust no one? I got my reasons
I pull up Hellcat, tryna leave these demons, yeah
I treat all my hoes just like the last one
Leave the mic in the studio, I'm back countin' Jacksons
My hood like wide hips, you can't pull up on this side
We been jumpin' gates, run from narcs, I don't get tired
Margielas ain't got no lace but somehow we got mob ties
Cartiers, I can't see, but the coupe came with frog eyes