[00:00.00] 作词 : Crooked I
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Crooked I
[00:02.18]Hey Bonnie, hand me my keys baby
[00:05.10](Where you finna go?)
[00:06.67]One More Time - Crooked I - Mr. Pigface Weapon Waist - Psh, wherever the **** I want to, b***h! *door slams*
[00:10.84]****ing ain't shit!
[00:14.60]Chea~!
[00:16.73]Before one of you ****ers make a new song called "D.O.G.S"
[00:20.80]Death of Gangsta shit , ha ha ha ha
[00:24.88]I just need to hear some West Coast G shit one mo' time
[00:28.02](Yeah yeah, just one mo' time) Yeah, just one mo' time
[00:30.98]Put your muh'****ing finger in the air and say (one mo' time)
[00:33.74]Ayyiyo, hardtop convertible - it's him again
[00:36.03]When the car stop it murder you - them killer rims
[00:38.54]Your heart stop, the seath's half suede and part croc
[00:40.97]Paint job far from stock, this is dark chop
[00:43.81]Hit the block with the system knockin' on some extra loud ish
[00:47.00]You tell me it's child ish
[00:48.59]But I'm, on my Long Beach, Southern Cal' ish
[00:51.08]And my, **** a brrrritch, young Chris Brown ish
[00:53.93]Hahaha.. I'm only playin' wit'chu
[00:56.68]My homegirls g******ging shit, they'll hit you
[00:59.04]Puttin' hands on a woman ain't a player's issue
[01:01.53]I'd rather treat your emotions like they was made of tissue
[01:04.09](What that supposed to mean?) Guess I'm an asswipe
[01:06.87](**** you b***h!) Yeah, that's right
[01:09.00]**** me like your friend did last night
[01:11.48]Now go on and call her so y'all can have that catfight
[01:13.68]B*****s know niggas ain't shit
[01:15.57]We cheat and lie, act like it ain't shit
[01:18.12]So when we die, cremate us then put us in your douce
[01:21.13]So we can run through that puss - one mo' time
[01:24.04]B*****s know niggas ain't shit
[01:25.58]We cheat and lie, act like it ain't shit
[01:28.03]So when we die, cremate us then put us in your douce
[01:31.29]So we can run through that puss - one mo' time
[01:34.73]Niggas ain't shit (nope)
[01:36.47]Reoccurin drama, with the same chick
[01:38.96]Twenty kids in your past made with the same shit
[01:41.36]Now it's a wrap on your present like your d**k is Saint Nick
[01:44.09]Now she talkin' all loud in court
[01:46.25]Like getting buckwild in sport, hollerin' 'bout child support
[01:49.36]And you done paid up for e'ry kid
[01:51.28]She spent yo' money on other niggas and getting her hair did
[01:54.25]Putting Mac makeup all on her pretty face
[01:56.67]Just to get the money shot later from Mr.Weapon Waist
[01:59.22]Call Reverend Mase, tell him that I need prayer
[02:01.92]And ask him is it a better place for players
[02:04.23]I'm sorry, I dig a ditch for you critics
[02:06.48]A black Ferrari to getting rich, I'm commited
[02:08.89]The second coming of Ice Cube
[02:10.57]B*****s stitched on my fitted niggas ain't shit, I admit it
[02:14.07]B*****s know niggas ain't shit
[02:15.91]We cheat and lie, act like it ain't shit
[02:18.42]So when we die, cremate us then put us in your douce
[02:21.78]So we can run through that puss - one mo' time
[02:24.20]B*****s know niggas ain't shit
[02:26.00]We cheat and lie, act like it ain't shit
[02:28.39]So when we die, cremate us then put us in your douche
[02:31.61]So we can run through that puss - one mo' time
[02:35.14]Yeah, one mo' time
[02:36.35]Yeah yeah, just one mo' time (just one mo' time)
[02:40.00]Baby one mo' time
[02:41.68]Put your mother****ing finger in the air and say one mo' time
[02:44.70]I got you haters mind puzzled
[02:46.86]How this ghetto ass nigga thinking like Russel
[02:49.31]Going independent was supposed to sink my boat
[02:51.97]I was already aflout with my side hustle
[02:54.43]Ice age ain't over for this Californian
[02:56.75]But the recession hit yours like global warming
[02:59.37]Neck look ice-less
[03:00.89]Damnit man, your bare-ass wrist look timeless
[03:03.25]As this rhyme is
[03:04.47]It's all about choking chicks with my d**k
[03:07.08]Then get behind her like I'm giving her the Heimlich
[03:10.56]Bend that tail over, ya dig?
[03:12.30]I'm signing off, male chauvinist Pig-(face!)
[03:14.33]B*****s know niggas ain't shit
[03:16.22]We cheat and lie, act like it ain't shit
[03:18.72]So when we die, cremate us then put us in your douche
[03:21.99]So we can run through that puss - one mo' time
[03:24.70]B*****s know niggas ain't shit
[03:26.23]We cheat and lie, act like it ain't shit
[03:28.68]So when we die, cremate us then put us in your douche
[03:31.90]So we can run through that puss - one mo' time
[03:36.82]Yeah, my shit knockin
[03:41.63]Chea! My shit knockin, ha ha ha
[03:47.72]I know I'm takin hip-hop ten steps back
[03:51.90]**** it, PIGFACE!
[03:55.61]And I'm his b***h, Bonnie

作词 : Crooked I
作曲 : Crooked I
Hey Bonnie, hand me my keys baby
(Where you finna go?)
One More Time - Crooked I - Mr. Pigface Weapon Waist - Psh, wherever the **** I want to, b***h! *door slams*
****ing ain't shit!
Chea~!
Before one of you ****ers make a new song called "D.O.G.S"
Death of Gangsta shit , ha ha ha ha
I just need to hear some West Coast G shit one mo' time
(Yeah yeah, just one mo' time) Yeah, just one mo' time
Put your muh'****ing finger in the air and say (one mo' time)
Ayyiyo, hardtop convertible - it's him again
When the car stop it murder you - them killer rims
Your heart stop, the seath's half suede and part croc
Paint job far from stock, this is dark chop
Hit the block with the system knockin' on some extra loud ish
You tell me it's child ish
But I'm, on my Long Beach, Southern Cal' ish
And my, **** a brrrritch, young Chris Brown ish
Hahaha.. I'm only playin' wit'chu
My homegirls g******ging shit, they'll hit you
Puttin' hands on a woman ain't a player's issue
I'd rather treat your emotions like they was made of tissue
(What that supposed to mean?) Guess I'm an asswipe
(**** you b***h!) Yeah, that's right
**** me like your friend did last night
Now go on and call her so y'all can have that catfight
B*****s know niggas ain't shit
We cheat and lie, act like it ain't shit
So when we die, cremate us then put us in your douce
So we can run through that puss - one mo' time
B*****s know niggas ain't shit
We cheat and lie, act like it ain't shit
So when we die, cremate us then put us in your douce
So we can run through that puss - one mo' time
Niggas ain't shit (nope)
Reoccurin drama, with the same chick
Twenty kids in your past made with the same shit
Now it's a wrap on your present like your d**k is Saint Nick
Now she talkin' all loud in court
Like getting buckwild in sport, hollerin' 'bout child support
And you done paid up for e'ry kid
She spent yo' money on other niggas and getting her hair did
Putting Mac makeup all on her pretty face
Just to get the money shot later from Mr.Weapon Waist
Call Reverend Mase, tell him that I need prayer
And ask him is it a better place for players
I'm sorry, I dig a ditch for you critics
A black Ferrari to getting rich, I'm commited
The second coming of Ice Cube
B*****s stitched on my fitted niggas ain't shit, I admit it
B*****s know niggas ain't shit
We cheat and lie, act like it ain't shit
So when we die, cremate us then put us in your douce
So we can run through that puss - one mo' time
B*****s know niggas ain't shit
We cheat and lie, act like it ain't shit
So when we die, cremate us then put us in your douche
So we can run through that puss - one mo' time
Yeah, one mo' time
Yeah yeah, just one mo' time (just one mo' time)
Baby one mo' time
Put your mother****ing finger in the air and say one mo' time
I got you haters mind puzzled
How this ghetto ass nigga thinking like Russel
Going independent was supposed to sink my boat
I was already aflout with my side hustle
Ice age ain't over for this Californian
But the recession hit yours like global warming
Neck look ice-less
Damnit man, your bare-ass wrist look timeless
As this rhyme is
It's all about choking chicks with my d**k
Then get behind her like I'm giving her the Heimlich
Bend that tail over, ya dig?
I'm signing off, male chauvinist Pig-(face!)
B*****s know niggas ain't shit
We cheat and lie, act like it ain't shit
So when we die, cremate us then put us in your douche
So we can run through that puss - one mo' time
B*****s know niggas ain't shit
We cheat and lie, act like it ain't shit
So when we die, cremate us then put us in your douche
So we can run through that puss - one mo' time
Yeah, my shit knockin
Chea! My shit knockin, ha ha ha
I know I'm takin hip-hop ten steps back
**** it, PIGFACE!
And I'm his b***h, Bonnie