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[00:00.000] 作曲 : Jerome Allen/Clifford Smith
[00:04.317](Conductor, we have a problem)
[00:05.407]Uh-huh, uh-huh
[00:06.368]Ayo, yo
[00:07.334]Get the empty capsules out the cabinet
[00:09.611]Scale over there
[00:10.525]Yo
[00:11.027]I had eighteen O's in my top drawer (Uh-huh)
[00:13.724]Pocket full of dough, cuddies callin' my phone for the lock-jaw
[00:17.283]Now we overseas, French hoes tellin' me "Bonjour" (Uh-huh)
[00:20.199]Benz— no keys, before, was a Ford Contour
[00:23.337]Used to serve 'em out the window
[00:26.025]Pills had 'em rollin' like Snoop Dogg in the '64 (Uh-huh)
[00:28.777]Now my shit hittin' like Wladimir Klitschko
[00:31.825]I've been that nigga your mother, sister and bitch know
[00:34.483]Supreme box logos (Uh-huh)
[00:35.872]Thots beggin' for photos
[00:37.276]My leather coat Yamamoto
[00:38.904]Drippin' like Soul Glo
[00:40.128]Pushups on the cell floor
[00:41.515]Countin' the days to go home
[00:43.150]Six-million ways to get paid
[00:44.877]I need old dough (Sock it to my pocket)
[00:46.735]Mayweather cheddar, cybertruck Tesla
[00:49.282]Got 'em linin' up, they all stuck off of the tester (Haha)
[00:52.033]Before I met West, the cuddie was my best investor
[00:55.055]Stepper, baggin' up, meth on my dresser
[00:58.701]Hopin' God got me
[01:00.230]Side-steppin' the law, sold it all hard to the Roxy
[01:03.956]Now they snap my picture like paparazzi
[01:07.027]Whip the Maserati like Ricky Bobby (Skrrt)
[01:10.036]Keep the blicky by me (Bah, bah, bah)
[01:12.271]Keep it on me like I.D
[01:14.959]Gangs in my veins like fluid out the I.V
[01:18.065]Your favorite rapper just a body
[01:20.207](These niggas trash)
[01:20.864]They hearin' footsteps in the dark like the Isleys
[01:23.534]If you was me and I was you, I wouldn't try me
[01:26.677]It's a art to foldin' paper, origami
[01:28.864]Not a paper chaser, spendin' paper made off a Ponzi
[01:31.964]I got time today, might write a rhyme today
[01:33.835]The way I rhyme, perfect time to make a rapper rhymin'
[01:36.415]Throw his rhymes away
[01:37.498]I ain't the kind to feel some kind of way
[01:39.138]This ain't that kind of play
[01:40.354]But, this kind of pay could feed a child with just a dime a day
[01:43.192]I mean the time ain't timelinin'
[01:44.872]Every line is not alignin'
[01:46.183]So I line him like he Frankie Lyman
[01:47.879]Blowin' lines of yay'
[01:49.074]My consent is your consignment
[01:50.609]The assignment is obey
[01:51.930]Can you do this while I'm rhymin'?
[01:53.306]Call me Simon when I say (Simon says)
[01:55.397]I'm cool as O'Shea, got ice up in the tray
[01:57.624]Them MIA's got heat risin'
[01:59.140]Like the climate in LA
[02:00.615]Y'all gon' pick defeat tryin'
[02:01.997]Dog, and diamonds led astray
[02:03.344]Bring the pain or shake it off
[02:04.734]Pop the cork and let it spray
[02:06.346]Catch a stray, you a body, ayy
[02:07.948]Don't be somebody prey
[02:09.089]Chef soufflé (Yep), that's probably Rae'
[02:10.845]Could be Bobby Flay
[02:12.069]Johnny Blaze and Rome Streetz
[02:13.900]Bosses, we on beats
[02:15.160]In fact, that Johnny blaze if you ever roam on the wrong streets
[02:24.286]Conductor, we have a problem
[02:25.775]Conductor, we have a problem
[02:27.263]Conductor, conductor, we have a problem
文本歌词
作曲 : Jerome Allen/Clifford Smith
(Conductor, we have a problem)
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Ayo, yo
Get the empty capsules out the cabinet
Scale over there
Yo
I had eighteen O's in my top drawer (Uh-huh)
Pocket full of dough, cuddies callin' my phone for the lock-jaw
Now we overseas, French hoes tellin' me "Bonjour" (Uh-huh)
Benz— no keys, before, was a Ford Contour
Used to serve 'em out the window
Pills had 'em rollin' like Snoop Dogg in the '64 (Uh-huh)
Now my shit hittin' like Wladimir Klitschko
I've been that nigga your mother, sister and bitch know
Supreme box logos (Uh-huh)
Thots beggin' for photos
My leather coat Yamamoto
Drippin' like Soul Glo
Pushups on the cell floor
Countin' the days to go home
Six-million ways to get paid
I need old dough (Sock it to my pocket)
Mayweather cheddar, cybertruck Tesla
Got 'em linin' up, they all stuck off of the tester (Haha)
Before I met West, the cuddie was my best investor
Stepper, baggin' up, meth on my dresser
Hopin' God got me
Side-steppin' the law, sold it all hard to the Roxy
Now they snap my picture like paparazzi
Whip the Maserati like Ricky Bobby (Skrrt)
Keep the blicky by me (Bah, bah, bah)
Keep it on me like I.D
Gangs in my veins like fluid out the I.V
Your favorite rapper just a body
(These niggas trash)
They hearin' footsteps in the dark like the Isleys
If you was me and I was you, I wouldn't try me
It's a art to foldin' paper, origami
Not a paper chaser, spendin' paper made off a Ponzi
I got time today, might write a rhyme today
The way I rhyme, perfect time to make a rapper rhymin'
Throw his rhymes away
I ain't the kind to feel some kind of way
This ain't that kind of play
But, this kind of pay could feed a child with just a dime a day
I mean the time ain't timelinin'
Every line is not alignin'
So I line him like he Frankie Lyman
Blowin' lines of yay'
My consent is your consignment
The assignment is obey
Can you do this while I'm rhymin'?
Call me Simon when I say (Simon says)
I'm cool as O'Shea, got ice up in the tray
Them MIA's got heat risin'
Like the climate in LA
Y'all gon' pick defeat tryin'
Dog, and diamonds led astray
Bring the pain or shake it off
Pop the cork and let it spray
Catch a stray, you a body, ayy
Don't be somebody prey
Chef soufflé (Yep), that's probably Rae'
Could be Bobby Flay
Johnny Blaze and Rome Streetz
Bosses, we on beats
In fact, that Johnny blaze if you ever roam on the wrong streets
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, conductor, we have a problem