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Young Gunz
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Friday Night
作詞:M Glover, N Glover, Darryl Mcdaniels, E Morris, Haneef Muhammad, Chris Ries, J Saddler, Joseph Simmons, Justin Smith
Uh-huh, Young Gunnas Young Gunnas Neef and C, okay Young, Young, Young Young Gunnas Three, two, one, go
It was a Friday night and the bass was bumpin' The honeys was rockin' The parties was jumpin' And it wasn't long before everybody knew 'Just Blaze', was on the beat box Young Gunz, the one with the heat rock Before I hit the club, hit the weed spot It goes a one, two, three, and (Ok, Young Chris)
Just like King Midas, as I was told Young C was on the block, thirteen years old I don't mean to brag had the meanest bags The supply to my peeps, I was bringin' hag Took charge of the block, game ping to ave Still bringin' cash on the scene at last Still gloves and masks, as I proceed Mad Max, mad hats, mad hollow T's
Your man actin' crazy, roll with the kid Playa a hell of a pimp, you already know what it is They don't gotta notice the whips, I don't show 'em the wrist They already know that I'm Chris and they know that's the stick To the script and I last long, hit 'em and I last long Can't drive a scale for, send 'em in a cab home He takin' mad long, get your bags gone I ain't got a dime for you, time for me to pass on
It was a Friday night and the bass was bumpin' The honeys was rockin' The parties was jumpin' And it wasn't long before everybody knew 'Just Blaze', was on the beat box Young Gunz, the one with the heat rock Before I hit the club, hit the weed spot It goes a one, two, three, and (Chris, Chris and Lil' Neefy)
Back in effect, best mac in the tech Show you how to clap or perfect, when they actin' all messed We from north Philly Free, Peedi Crakk, and the rest Max, south side, O and Sparks back on the west We the leaders of the new school, hate it 'cause my jewels cool Get my jewels, crew, every weekend it's a new crew 'Bout to set the record straight, soon as the record breaks Shit, some more, to the store, watch it levitate
もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com And we never late, early in the game We brought pain, yup heavy spins up in every state Yeah, you bound to hate, die if the bound it quakes, 769 escape Put 'em all around ya face, diamond cool, walkin' ya place Get every dime you got up outta ya safe Plus you gettin' more surrounded with bake Before the law comes surrounding your place My dogs get every pound of your cake
It was a Friday night and the bass was bumpin' The honeys was rockin' The parties was jumpin' And it wasn't long before everybody knew 'Just Blaze', was on the beat box Young Gunz, the one with the heat rock Before I hit the club, hit the weed spot It goes a one, two, three, and (Young, Young, Young, Young Neef)
We the present and the future, you might as well get used to It's been around a minute, given 'em what they wanted The niggaz, they never front it, they still sick to they stomach Once they hear about the Gunz, yeah, they know that girls comin' Yeah, you try to tell her, 'Please baby don't wear that' She's on her own, think she ain't tryin' to hear that You know what's gonna happen after the party C and Neef up in the suite, you fishin' 'em down in the lobby
Back at the back, she trippin' all at the army Me cuffed my lib, not even probably The gang's here, so these chickens get bodied We show you how we switch up better than a party Get it in a party, we slippin' out, hardly Baby, Beretta'd up, yeah, this your beat army Hit them niggaz up, then we breeze off Tommy Fuck it, right behind me, the whole block behind me
It was a Friday night and the bass was bumpin' The honeys was rockin' The parties was jumpin' And it wasn't long before everybody knew 'Just Blaze', was on the beat box Young Gunz, the one with the heat rock Before I hit the club, hit the weed spot It goes a one, two, three, and
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