[00:00.00] 作词 : Jonathan McCollum
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Jonathan McCollum
[00:18.39][Hook]
[00:19.89]This is Rittz, White Jesus, Jonny Valiant is the alias x3
[00:26.82]You ain't gotta tell him mother****er, they know who the hell it i
[00:29.10][Rittz]
[00:29.28]Everybody lookin ever since they sayin where'd he come from?
[00:31.29]From the north side of Atlanta
[00:32.34]Tropicana Bubblegum in the blunt [bom bom bom]
[00:34.32]Beatin in the trunk in the trunk
[00:35.34]Cutaway straight, beatin like a tom tom drum of a gun stump
[00:37.68]Feel the mother****ing breeze, now that's when i
[00:38.73]Come up on us like a bullet see us fly by
[00:39.99]Backpack[?] fulla buddha and
[00:41.67]A cooler fulla high life, somebody gimme high five
[00:43.62]Jeremy got Adidas on my feet and got the biggest
[00:45.15]Pinky ring you ever seen upon a white boy's hand
[00:47.16]White boy going ham, ya'll wearing tight jeans
[00:48.96]Going glam, going going going damn
[00:50.25]Got em buzzin in the club like boing boing blam
[00:52.05]Like a fat couple ****ing in a dodge ra
[00:53.73]Cup[?] fulla Crown who drunk as I am [I am!]
[00:55.74]Well you ain't yet! Let me dive in that
[00:57.24]Fro like a retro porn star
[00:58.53]Pocket fulla money and I gotta go to Coinstar
[01:00.24]Now I'm at a four-star, restaurant, eatin foie gras
[01:02.25]Waiter comin to the table sayin voila
[01:03.96]La la, tastin like key lime pie
[01:05.58]You can probably smell the pussy when we ride b
[01:07.29]Then it's back to the crib, back with a mother****e
[01:08.76]Back in Gwinnett, and I'm buzzin in my bee hive high
[01:10.74]So stupid with it, flow so terrific, so futuristic, he's sci-fi
[01:14.19]I know the magazine'll wanna gimme five mics
[01:15.93]Feel like I'm the hottest MC times nine
[01:17.46]Kick ****ing ass like a Kung Fu flick hi-y
[01:19.41]Bout to go down on this mother****er, sky div
[01:21.03]Live from ya playlist in ya iPod it's
[01:22.77]Rittz in this mother****er can I get a high five
[01:24.42][Hook]
[01:49.83][Rittz]
[01:50.01]Yela put me on the elevator goin up
[01:51.57]Any rapper steppin to me on the mic I'mma bury him
[01:53.55]I ain't scared of bein arrogant, never gets
[01:55.17]Hard, but these bars hard, like a barbarian
[01:56.82]Plus a mother****er represent Slumerica
[01:58.50]Wolf passed me the torch, course I'mma carry it
[02:00.24]Now I'm in the limelight, I might, take a ho to see twilight
[02:02.82]Finger her inside the theater and get some brain until I'm feelin like Einstein
[02:05.34]Why my, pleasure, I be at the party, cuttin lines on the dresser
[02:07.86]Get a mother****er high and undress he
[02:09.06]Have her on the bed sceamin OMG like I'm Usher when I touch her, yessir
[02:12.09]Ain't nobody fresher I'm the next big thing thing
[02:13.83]Homie [gotta run and] see my neck piece swing swing
[02:15.60]Anybody wanna try and test me ding ding
[02:17.19]Swingin on em like I'm in a wrestling ring ring
[02:18.93]Kill a mother****er like I'm Chris Benoi
[02:20.49]You don't really wanna **** with Rittz then bo
[02:22.26]Blow another kiss to them bitches, mmmw
[02:23.85]Have em screamin "Oh Lord" like a Christian choir, man I'm finally on fire
[02:26.58]If they only knew how much time has gone by
[02:28.02]I, got caught up in my Styrofoam I'm
[02:29.46]Poppin X pills and I'm rollin like a Firestone tire
[02:31.53]Can I get a high five?
[02:32.49][Hook]
[02:57.96][Rittz]
[02:58.14]Rittzo, go skitzo when I'm sippin on the crystal
[03:00.21]Swingin like I'm Klitschko til my fists swole
[03:01.71]****ing around and I'mma split yo wi
[03:02.88]Haters lookin mad because I exploded
[03:04.80]They was hopin I would never get noticed
[03:06.60]I don't think I've ever seen my dick so bi
[03:08.04]Got these bitches in they thongs like Sisqo di
[03:09.75]In my 64 smokin San Francisco mother****e
[03:11.52]Ridin 85 strapped like the Cisco kid
[03:13.35]Want a sack, meet me where the cit-go is
[03:15.03]Money stacked can't get the mother****er folde
[03:16.71]Kill a mother****er then I dispose hi
[03:18.36]Dead body bury him beneath a bed of roses
[03:20.01]Mel Gibson mother****er I got my swisher lid
[03:21.66]I'm bout to fill it with some killer get a whiff of this
[03:23.34]Pimp mother****er like fish and grits
[03:24.60]Gwinnett county where they found me in the valley of the crystal meth
[03:26.82]Hello... good mornin
[03:28.20]Still sippin coke with the Captain Morgan
[03:29.76]Still reppin Georgia, still fresh and gorgeous
[03:31.56]Gotta a closet full of Pradas, Air Max and Jordans
[03:33.24]Got a cutie smellin fruity like an apple orchard
[03:34.92]Bout to torch it up, and you can tell by the smell I'm high
[03:37.20]Everybody wi************n me well - likewise
[03:38.76]Represent the clientele, can I get a high five?

作词 : Jonathan McCollum
作曲 : Jonathan McCollum
This is Rittz, White Jesus, Jonny Valiant is the alias x3
You ain't gotta tell him mother****er, they know who the hell it i
Everybody lookin ever since they sayin where'd he come from?
From the north side of Atlanta
Tropicana Bubblegum in the blunt
Beatin in the trunk in the trunk
Cutaway straight, beatin like a tom tom drum of a gun stump
Feel the mother****ing breeze, now that's when i
Come up on us like a bullet see us fly by
Backpack fulla buddha and
A cooler fulla high life, somebody gimme high five
Jeremy got Adidas on my feet and got the biggest
Pinky ring you ever seen upon a white boy's hand
White boy going ham, ya'll wearing tight jeans
Going glam, going going going damn
Got em buzzin in the club like boing boing blam
Like a fat couple ****ing in a dodge ra
Cup fulla Crown who drunk as I am
Well you ain't yet! Let me dive in that
Fro like a retro porn star
Pocket fulla money and I gotta go to Coinstar
Now I'm at a four-star, restaurant, eatin foie gras
Waiter comin to the table sayin voila
La la, tastin like key lime pie
You can probably smell the pussy when we ride b
Then it's back to the crib, back with a mother****e
Back in Gwinnett, and I'm buzzin in my bee hive high
So stupid with it, flow so terrific, so futuristic, he's sci-fi
I know the magazine'll wanna gimme five mics
Feel like I'm the hottest MC times nine
Kick ****ing ass like a Kung Fu flick hi-y
Bout to go down on this mother****er, sky div
Live from ya playlist in ya iPod it's
Rittz in this mother****er can I get a high five

Yela put me on the elevator goin up
Any rapper steppin to me on the mic I'mma bury him
I ain't scared of bein arrogant, never gets
Hard, but these bars hard, like a barbarian
Plus a mother****er represent Slumerica
Wolf passed me the torch, course I'mma carry it
Now I'm in the limelight, I might, take a ho to see twilight
Finger her inside the theater and get some brain until I'm feelin like Einstein
Why my, pleasure, I be at the party, cuttin lines on the dresser
Get a mother****er high and undress he
Have her on the bed sceamin OMG like I'm Usher when I touch her, yessir
Ain't nobody fresher I'm the next big thing thing
Homie see my neck piece swing swing
Anybody wanna try and test me ding ding
Swingin on em like I'm in a wrestling ring ring
Kill a mother****er like I'm Chris Benoi
You don't really wanna **** with Rittz then bo
Blow another kiss to them bitches, mmmw
Have em screamin "Oh Lord" like a Christian choir, man I'm finally on fire
If they only knew how much time has gone by
I, got caught up in my Styrofoam I'm
Poppin X pills and I'm rollin like a Firestone tire
Can I get a high five?

Rittzo, go skitzo when I'm sippin on the crystal
Swingin like I'm Klitschko til my fists swole
****ing around and I'mma split yo wi
Haters lookin mad because I exploded
They was hopin I would never get noticed
I don't think I've ever seen my dick so bi
Got these bitches in they thongs like Sisqo di
In my 64 smokin San Francisco mother****e
Ridin 85 strapped like the Cisco kid
Want a sack, meet me where the cit-go is
Money stacked can't get the mother****er folde
Kill a mother****er then I dispose hi
Dead body bury him beneath a bed of roses
Mel Gibson mother****er I got my swisher lid
I'm bout to fill it with some killer get a whiff of this
Pimp mother****er like fish and grits
Gwinnett county where they found me in the valley of the crystal meth
Hello... good mornin
Still sippin coke with the Captain Morgan
Still reppin Georgia, still fresh and gorgeous
Gotta a closet full of Pradas, Air Max and Jordans
Got a cutie smellin fruity like an apple orchard
Bout to torch it up, and you can tell by the smell I'm high
Everybody wi************n me well - likewise
Represent the clientele, can I get a high five?