[00:00.00] 作词 : Harrow, Jason
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Harrow, Jason
[00:00.00] [ Intro] Yeah, it's
[00:22.35]Mr. Kardinal
[00:23.40]Yeah, Black
[00:28.53]Jays! Oh what? [Verse]
[00:33.96]Yo, all the shuckin' and jivin' is over
[00:36.42]I'm the chosen soldier, cold shoulder
[00:38.37]Your home boys told ya, flip your flows
[00:40.68]I fold, you can fertilize with the
[00:42.09]BS they sold ya
[00:43.47]I need papers for the style that
[00:45.03]I loaned ya
[00:45.51]Everybody's talkin' about they gettin' busy, why don't ya?
[00:48.12]Weak players in the game steady gettin' over
[00:50.37]I'm one of a kind, like side gills on a
[00:52.35]Rover First name
[00:53.49]Jay, but ain't similar to
[00:54.72]Hova My buzz is like rum mixed with
[00:56.67]Coca Cola
[00:57.54]My shine is incredible, versus a solar
[00:59.97]I'm sick like a seven-day-strain of
[01:01.77]Ebola I'm here!
[01:03.15]Yeah, bitch! [Hook x2] (One more time
[01:07.77]No doubt, when we on the block
[01:09.24]Because my bitch came ready to rock, boy [Verse
[01:21.90]Step heavy like a lion through the jungle
[01:24.00]I'm lyin' if
[01:24.63]I told you that
[01:25.26]I wasn't raised humble
[01:26.40]I'm tryin', but
[01:27.06]I stumble,
[01:27.69]I try not to mumble
[01:28.80]So you can hear it loud stupid (Let's get ready to rumble)
[01:31.80]I'll serve you son, like
[01:32.85]I'm supposed to
[01:33.63]The only way
[01:34.23]I'm bi, is when
[01:34.83]I'm flyin' bicoastal
[01:36.06]Or buyin' fly wears,
[01:37.08]Nike Airs like most do
[01:38.40]I'm hotter, than the hotter, than the hotter,
[01:40.05]I'll roast you
[01:40.92]Got a good habit of doin' what you won't do
[01:43.56]Stop playin' girl, you know
[01:44.79]I ain't phoned you
[01:45.69]Check one of them suckers, you know that they want you
[01:47.97]I'm loco with the vocals, most dudes just local
[01:50.40]I'm here!
[01:56.49]Yeah, bitch! [ Hook x2 ] [Verse
[02:09.42]Yo, rudeboys move in silence
[02:12.30]Don't want to hustle until they hear sirens
[02:14.43]I'm tryin' to be inspirin'
[02:16.02]But my 6'4\", 220 has a lot of them kids perspirin' 'Nuff dudes firin', too many gettin' shot So swallow your pride, bitch, check whoever is hirin' The paper gangstas is who I'm admirin' Those who get paper alive, and still smilin' Y'all stay wildin', I'm tryin' to go the mile and I'm rough enough to break New York from Long Island If you a big man, why you actin' like a child? Pick up the pace, and put down the crack vial I'm here! Yeah, bitch! [ Hook x2

作词 : Harrow, Jason
作曲 : Harrow, Jason
Yeah, it's
Mr. Kardinal
Yeah, Black
Jays! Oh what?
Yo, all the shuckin' and jivin' is over
I'm the chosen soldier, cold shoulder
Your home boys told ya, flip your flows
I fold, you can fertilize with the
BS they sold ya
I need papers for the style that
I loaned ya
Everybody's talkin' about they gettin' busy, why don't ya?
Weak players in the game steady gettin' over
I'm one of a kind, like side gills on a
Rover First name
Jay, but ain't similar to
Hova My buzz is like rum mixed with
Coca Cola
My shine is incredible, versus a solar
I'm sick like a seven-day-strain of
Ebola I'm here!
Yeah, bitch! (One more time
No doubt, when we on the block
Because my bitch came ready to rock, boy [Verse
Step heavy like a lion through the jungle
I'm lyin' if
I told you that
I wasn't raised humble
I'm tryin', but
I stumble,
I try not to mumble
So you can hear it loud stupid (Let's get ready to rumble)
I'll serve you son, like
I'm supposed to
The only way
I'm bi, is when
I'm flyin' bicoastal
Or buyin' fly wears,
Nike Airs like most do
I'm hotter, than the hotter, than the hotter,
I'll roast you
Got a good habit of doin' what you won't do
Stop playin' girl, you know
I ain't phoned you
Check one of them suckers, you know that they want you
I'm loco with the vocals, most dudes just local
I'm here!
Yeah, bitch! [Verse
Yo, rudeboys move in silence
Don't want to hustle until they hear sirens
I'm tryin' to be inspirin'
But my 6'4\", 220 has a lot of them kids perspirin' 'Nuff dudes firin', too many gettin' shot So swallow your pride, bitch, check whoever is hirin' The paper gangstas is who I'm admirin' Those who get paper alive, and still smilin' Y'all stay wildin', I'm tryin' to go the mile and I'm rough enough to break New York from Long Island If you a big man, why you actin' like a child? Pick up the pace, and put down the crack vial I'm here! Yeah, bitch! [ Hook x2