[00:00.00] 作词 : Nasir Jones/Larry Gates
[00:00.57] 作曲 : Nasir Jones/Larry Gates
[00:01.14]Bis-Mi-nigga A-Rahman A-Rahim
[00:02.90]（To the Gods.. to the Gods.. to the Earths）
[00:08.53]Pass that shit homey
[00:09.42]
[00:09.64]Now tell me what y'all smokin
[00:11.77]What kinda heat y'll holdin
[00:14.10]Well is your creep move potent
[00:16.56]I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggas, c'mon
[00:19.42]We bi-coastin, keepin our po-ckets bulgin
[00:24.04]We got the plan in motion
[00:26.61]I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggas, c'mon
[00:29.07]
[00:29.38]Zoom, from outer space he comes
[00:31.94]Blunt in his mouth with his hand on his gun
[00:34.65]Bitches flappin they gums, do he be clappin and shootin guys
[00:37.01]Actor or a movie star, rapper revolutionized
[00:39.29]What is his race nation or creed?
[00:41.49]Is he arabic, black, latin, asian they read
[00:44.04]Magazines say I walked on water, talked to the heavens
[00:47.02]Spit at judges, stepped on peasants
[00:49.24]But in reality, I just entered your galaxy
[00:51.58]September '73, up in these wild streets
[00:54.32]****ing these wild freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn)
[00:57.01]And my mystique got 'em tearin my clothes
[00:58.86]
[00:59.06]Now tell me what y'all smokin
[01:01.28]What kinda heat y'll holdin
[01:03.62]Well is your creep move potent
[01:06.10]I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggas, c'mon
[01:09.00]We bi-coastin, keepin our po-ckets bulgin
[01:13.47]We got the plan in motion
[01:15.95]I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggas, c'mon
[01:18.61]
[01:19.33]My nigga smoke with one lung
[01:21.09]If he cough he might die, passin me trees
[01:23.70]The liquor bottle's almost empty
[01:25.40]We about to collide, with the enemy
[01:27.72]Only way you die if it's meant to be
[01:29.54]You ****in' with a general
[01:30.90]No discussion is the principle we bustin it's the end of you
[01:33.87]Now we knockin on your mama door
[01:36.06]Like we cam to fix the sink; my kind of war
[01:39.14]Death, angels comin for you
[01:40.90]Spirit horse runnin from your body like Young Guns 1 and 2
[01:44.37]Paramedics fightin for you, who's gon' win?
[01:46.86]The hands of time, or the hands of medicine
[01:48.87]Don't cry, witness your fate, this is your wake
[01:51.03]Walk by your casket, spit in your face
[01:53.54]Enter the fog dog, the light is your guide
[01:55.82]And when you're gone all your niggas gonna light it with Nas
[01:58.22]
[01:58.44]Now tell me what y'all smokin
[02:00.88]What kinda heat y'll holdin
[02:03.15]Well is your creep move potent
[02:05.55]I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggas, c'mon
[02:08.90]We bi-coastin, keepin our po-ckets bulgin
[02:13.03]We got the plan in motion
[02:15.42]I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggas, c'mon
[02:18.34]
[02:18.83]Pardon but I gotta question of life now
[02:21.14]Look at the nigga next to you right now
[02:23.55]Is he real, fake or scared
[02:25.51]Do it like this niggas right hands in the air
[02:28.32]Ball it to a fist and put it over your heart
[02:30.44]Now let's say it all together let the ceremony start
[02:33.09]I shall - stay real stay true stay holdin figures
[02:36.15]Never put a nigga over my niggas
[02:37.94]I shall never, cooperate with the law
[02:40.43]Never snake me I always hold you down in war
[02:42.78]If they take one of mine, I take one of theirs
[02:45.48]I never break the oath to the death I swear
[02:47.84]I swear that's how we pledge alegiance, to the alliance
[02:50.55]of underworld's killers and thugs, though the science
[02:53.09]of a nigga still yet to be found
[02:54.96]So light up some green, and pass it around （just pass it around）
[02:57.82]
[02:58.06]Now tell me what y'all smokin
[03:00.08]What kinda heat y'll holdin
[03:02.52]Well is your creep move potent
[03:04.94]I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggas, c'mon
[03:07.61]We bi-coastin, keepin our po-ckets bulgin
[03:12.42]We got the plan in motion
[03:14.78]I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggas, c'mon
[03:17.68]
[03:32.59][03:27.65][03:23.01][03:18.18]Wanna get high, come smoke with me
[03:35.11][03:30.15][03:25.35][03:20.20]Smoke with me, light it up
[03:38.74]

作词 : Nasir Jones/Larry Gates
作曲 : Nasir Jones/Larry Gates
Bis-Mi-nigga A-Rahman A-Rahim
（To the Gods.. to the Gods.. to the Earths）
Pass that shit homey
Now tell me what y'all smokin
What kinda heat y'll holdin
Well is your creep move potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggas, c'mon
We bi-coastin, keepin our po-ckets bulgin
We got the plan in motion
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggas, c'mon
Zoom, from outer space he comes
Blunt in his mouth with his hand on his gun
Bitches flappin they gums, do he be clappin and shootin guys
Actor or a movie star, rapper revolutionized
What is his race nation or creed?
Is he arabic, black, latin, asian they read
Magazines say I walked on water, talked to the heavens
Spit at judges, stepped on peasants
But in reality, I just entered your galaxy
September '73, up in these wild streets
****ing these wild freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn)
And my mystique got 'em tearin my clothes
Now tell me what y'all smokin
What kinda heat y'll holdin
Well is your creep move potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggas, c'mon
We bi-coastin, keepin our po-ckets bulgin
We got the plan in motion
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggas, c'mon
My nigga smoke with one lung
If he cough he might die, passin me trees
The liquor bottle's almost empty
We about to collide, with the enemy
Only way you die if it's meant to be
You ****in' with a general
No discussion is the principle we bustin it's the end of you
Now we knockin on your mama door
Like we cam to fix the sink; my kind of war
Death, angels comin for you
Spirit horse runnin from your body like Young Guns 1 and 2
Paramedics fightin for you, who's gon' win?
The hands of time, or the hands of medicine
Don't cry, witness your fate, this is your wake
Walk by your casket, spit in your face
Enter the fog dog, the light is your guide
And when you're gone all your niggas gonna light it with Nas
Now tell me what y'all smokin
What kinda heat y'll holdin
Well is your creep move potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggas, c'mon
We bi-coastin, keepin our po-ckets bulgin
We got the plan in motion
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggas, c'mon
Pardon but I gotta question of life now
Look at the nigga next to you right now
Is he real, fake or scared
Do it like this niggas right hands in the air
Ball it to a fist and put it over your heart
Now let's say it all together let the ceremony start
I shall - stay real stay true stay holdin figures
Never put a nigga over my niggas
I shall never, cooperate with the law
Never snake me I always hold you down in war
If they take one of mine, I take one of theirs
I never break the oath to the death I swear
I swear that's how we pledge alegiance, to the alliance
of underworld's killers and thugs, though the science
of a nigga still yet to be found
So light up some green, and pass it around （just pass it around）
Now tell me what y'all smokin
What kinda heat y'll holdin
Well is your creep move potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggas, c'mon
We bi-coastin, keepin our po-ckets bulgin
We got the plan in motion
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggas, c'mon
Wanna get high, come smoke with me
Smoke with me, light it up