[00:00.000] 作曲 : C. Woods/R. Bonnell/T. Peterson
[00:02.229]Yeah, it's that shit right here, boy
[00:04.440]Uh-huh, it's for them niggas that be blowin' they noses in the flyest foreigns (Yup)
[00:08.569]Cooled out, yeah, Chef
[00:10.162]You know what I'm sayin' (Ayo), good shit off
[00:12.542]I feel a great year comin' again, bro, bro
[00:14.793]Terry Cloth, the mother****in', alpaca shit on niggas
[00:18.528]Yeah, ayo
[00:19.596]I'm seeing a lot of sweatsuit king niggas and shit, let's go
[00:21.857]They call me Louis Gas Pipe, I'm like the mafia's worst kid
[00:25.113]Bentley bicycles, ten pistols, a slick bid
[00:27.873]Bally wear it with some H. Winston's on
[00:29.987]Panamera, black hood, white pipe and leather in the mirror
[00:33.368]Shattered dreams, lonely pharaohs who ride across the Verrazano Narrows
[00:37.146]Blunted up, guns and some camels
[00:38.893]Sippin' Mai Tais, givin' high fives to the dread, lead jackets on
[00:42.485]Go now, don't get caught up in the red
[00:44.575]All we want is paper and some acres
[00:46.592]Watch the Lakers get smashed up
[00:48.109]We some nigg-niggas, **** the neighbors
[00:50.395]Bitches of colors, gold rubbers, yo, we brothers
[00:52.825]Protect us like SWAT in Iran and save our mothers
[00:56.013]I own the peace in the Mideast, holdin' prayer for us
[00:58.709]All of us bid it up, a good first, we gear lovers
[01:01.615]Navy SEALs with baby steel
[01:03.442]Laurel Piano Gooses, ridin' around in Cullies with veneers
[01:06.994]One's for the money (Yeah)
[01:08.272]Two's for the scammers (Uh-huh)
[01:09.718]Three's for them hustlers, servin' holdin' the hammer (Yeah)
[01:12.444]Four's for the flyest velours, more mansions
[01:15.156]And five's for them niggas, get high and all champions
[01:18.163]One's for the money (What?)
[01:19.330]Two's for the scammers (Yeah)
[01:20.903]Three's for them hustlers, servin' holdin' the hammer (Uh-huh)
[01:23.590]Four's for the flyest velours, more mansions
[01:26.320]And five's for them niggas, get high and all champions
[01:28.967]Ayo, the gold version in me drip letters
[01:30.909]Yo, mention my name a parade of guns get shot up in the air for fellas
[01:35.144]Puma jackets and though jewelry
[01:36.946]Thousand dollar footwear, all this Japan shit on me
[01:40.564]A certain walk with a special bop, I rhyme significant
[01:43.666]A smooth temperament from the top souls get bound
[01:46.230]Ayo, my flows is grounded
[01:47.762]Yo, I come from a special camp
[01:49.483]All fresh bread, nope, no mold around it
[01:51.742]Coupes? They glow around me
[01:53.071]And troops? They hold it down for me
[01:54.539]And any section, till the bad wolves in Vulcan County
[01:57.384]I want it all, that's how I feel about me
[01:59.445]I see they feelin' on me
[02:00.783]Don't bring the villain on me, not cool
[02:03.049]Yeah, let's just ride and elevate
[02:05.040]We arrived and delegate
[02:06.419]Then get high and celebrate (Celebrate)
[02:08.572]Toast, big up kings and queens wearin' they blings and wings
[02:11.675]Stay on your dean and dreams, let's sing
[02:13.939]One's for the money (Yeah)
[02:15.178]Two's for the scammers (Uh-huh)
[02:16.592]Three's for them hustlers, servin' holdin' the hammer (Yeah)
[02:19.327]Four's for the flyest velours, more mansions
[02:22.072]And five's for them niggas, get high and all champions
[02:25.089]One's for the money (What?)
[02:26.413]Two's for the scammers (Yeah)
[02:27.869]Three's for them hustlers, servin' holdin' the hammer (Uh-huh)
[02:30.599]Four's for the flyest velours, more mansions
[02:33.244]And five's for them niggas, get high and all champions
[02:48.984]But this man, can he fight?
[02:51.023]Of course, but he would be no match for the others

作曲 : C. Woods/R. Bonnell/T. Peterson
Yeah, it's that shit right here, boy
Uh-huh, it's for them niggas that be blowin' they noses in the flyest foreigns (Yup)
Cooled out, yeah, Chef
You know what I'm sayin' (Ayo), good shit off
I feel a great year comin' again, bro, bro
Terry Cloth, the mother****in', alpaca shit on niggas
Yeah, ayo
I'm seeing a lot of sweatsuit king niggas and shit, let's go
They call me Louis Gas Pipe, I'm like the mafia's worst kid
Bentley bicycles, ten pistols, a slick bid
Bally wear it with some H. Winston's on
Panamera, black hood, white pipe and leather in the mirror
Shattered dreams, lonely pharaohs who ride across the Verrazano Narrows
Blunted up, guns and some camels
Sippin' Mai Tais, givin' high fives to the dread, lead jackets on
Go now, don't get caught up in the red
All we want is paper and some acres
Watch the Lakers get smashed up
We some nigg-niggas, **** the neighbors
Bitches of colors, gold rubbers, yo, we brothers
Protect us like SWAT in Iran and save our mothers
I own the peace in the Mideast, holdin' prayer for us
All of us bid it up, a good first, we gear lovers
Navy SEALs with baby steel
Laurel Piano Gooses, ridin' around in Cullies with veneers
One's for the money (Yeah)
Two's for the scammers (Uh-huh)
Three's for them hustlers, servin' holdin' the hammer (Yeah)
Four's for the flyest velours, more mansions
And five's for them niggas, get high and all champions
One's for the money (What?)
Two's for the scammers (Yeah)
Three's for them hustlers, servin' holdin' the hammer (Uh-huh)
Four's for the flyest velours, more mansions
And five's for them niggas, get high and all champions
Ayo, the gold version in me drip letters
Yo, mention my name a parade of guns get shot up in the air for fellas
Puma jackets and though jewelry
Thousand dollar footwear, all this Japan shit on me
A certain walk with a special bop, I rhyme significant
A smooth temperament from the top souls get bound
Ayo, my flows is grounded
Yo, I come from a special camp
All fresh bread, nope, no mold around it
Coupes? They glow around me
And troops? They hold it down for me
And any section, till the bad wolves in Vulcan County
I want it all, that's how I feel about me
I see they feelin' on me
Don't bring the villain on me, not cool
Yeah, let's just ride and elevate
We arrived and delegate
Then get high and celebrate (Celebrate)
Toast, big up kings and queens wearin' they blings and wings
Stay on your dean and dreams, let's sing
One's for the money (Yeah)
Two's for the scammers (Uh-huh)
Three's for them hustlers, servin' holdin' the hammer (Yeah)
Four's for the flyest velours, more mansions
And five's for them niggas, get high and all champions
One's for the money (What?)
Two's for the scammers (Yeah)
Three's for them hustlers, servin' holdin' the hammer (Uh-huh)
Four's for the flyest velours, more mansions
And five's for them niggas, get high and all champions
But this man, can he fight?
Of course, but he would be no match for the others