Goldie歌词

作词 : Rakim Mayers/Chauncey Hollis
作曲 : Rakim Mayers/Chauncey Hollis
I said it must be cause a ***** got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my show they be strippin' off they clothes
And them college girls write ***** name on they toes
*****s talk *******t til they get lockjaw
Chrome to ya dome til ya get glockjaw
Part like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy til *******t pop off
Let's take it to the basis, you in the midst if greatness
My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margielas with no laces
Cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist
I would prefer the Aces, ain't no different when you taste it
A 40 ounce to chase it, that's just a understatement
I'm early to the party, but my Rari is the latest
Somehow it seems girls in they late teens
Remind me you favorite jeans cause they naked cause you famous
Life's a mutha*****a ain't it? These other rappers anus
So tell me what your name is, I'mma tell it to my stainless
You aim it fore you bang it let that banger leave you brainless
It's just me, myself, and I and mutha*****as that I came with
Miscellaneous *****s wanna hate on me
Until I tell em to they face they ain't no G
Low key, *****s mad cause I'm smooth puffin Zig Zags
Tell em quit the riff raff *******in with your ******* ass
I said it must be cause a ***** got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my show they be strippin' off they clothes
And them college girls write ***** name on they toes
*****s talk *******t til they get lockjaw
Chrome to ya dome til ya get glockjaw
Part like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy til *******t pop off
Yes I'm the *******t, tell me do it stink
It feel good wakin' up, some money in the bank
Three model *******, ******* in the sink
And I'm so bout it bout it, I might roll up in a tank
Cause my chain came from Cuba, got a lock up on the link
And them red bottom loafers just to compliment the mink
Eyes *******, rollin up that dank, blowin' on that stank
What you mean? Tell me what you drink, I'm on that kissin' pink
You could call me Billy Gates, got a crib in every state
Man on the moon, got a condo out in space
Open up you legs, tell me how it taste
And them *****s talkin' *******t so tell em, "Tell it to my face"
Tell that *******, hop up on my *******, rolled up on her quick
In a six, told her suck a *******, moterboat her *******
I'm the *******t, *****s mad cause I'm smooth puffin' Zig Zags
Tell em quit the riff raff *******in with your ******* ass
I said it must be cause a ***** got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my show they be strippin' off they clothes
And them college girls write ***** name on they toes
*****s talk *******t til they get lockjaw
Chrome to ya dome til ya get glockjaw
Part like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy til *******t pop off