The Purge歌词

作词 : Q. Hanley/T. Okonma/R. Brown
作曲 : Q. Hanley/T. Okonma/R. Brown
My daddy said "Yeah, *****"
(Pow, pow, pow!) Coming in for yours
*****s got them choppers and they knocking at your door
The sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor
Why you look confused? Motha****a, this is war
Yeah, *****
Ugh, yeah, *****
Yeah, *****
Ugh, yeah, *****
Ugh, yeah, *****
As this G shit begin, put this product placement on your chin
The realest ***** breathing, y'all pretend
Real Crippy since I hopped off the swing
With my strap, that's my peace offering (Yo, yeah, uh, yeah)
Five shots get rung out, five bodies falling
Come put your lights out, I spark your apartment
Deadline my clothing, don't **** with Pink Dolphin
Strap on his hairline, his forehead gets softened
Send extras through his chest bones, shit, he don't need that coffin
Most *****s would've run away, but me I'm out here walking
Bucket hat with my shades on, my wardrobe look awesome
Now nah, I ain't on no dolphin, **** rhyming, I'm Cripping
*****s rap about what I'm living
All this false claiming, I'm marring
Doing drive-bys I ain't steering
White funerals, I ain't tearin'
**** your ***** in front of your children
Steal your whip side of my building, yeah
Put my **** and **** in her mouth, bust in her hair
I'm very rare, got my trigger on top of my underwear
*****, I'm everywhere and over there
You die here, let off a pair (YAWK, YAWK)
(Pow, pow, pow!) Coming in for yours
*****s got them choppers and they knocking at your door
The sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor
Why you look confused? Motha****a, this is war
Yeah, *****
Ugh, yeah, *****
Yeah, *****
Ugh, yeah, *****
Ugh, yeah, *****
House full of kilos, sold pound to zeros
******* my hero, you in Figg Side, getting Deeboed
Always asking for the burner like, young *****s still freeload
Heart big as my ego, don't fly around my signal
I'll rearrange your dental, Crippy my house shoes
Blue rag disciples, murder I'm liable, you get the Eiffel
Aim out the eyeball, I'm getting violent, I got the strike once
Won't get the strike twice, you *****s half price
Which means you half off, I'm going Adolf
I'm smoking bath salt, two sherm sticks, burn this, ooh
Knock-knock through the condos
ScHoolboy from the five-deuce
But Hoover respect to you unranked
Don't **** around, get that chin banged
Groovelining, Crip walk the whole mile
Blue Belts, still my pants down
Chuck Taylors, Cortezes, hush puppies
My Glock, yeah, **** buddy, make money, take money
Earn crack money, drug money, bail money
Heard they got life for me, but how they got life for me
When they took that from me, since I had my nose runny
I was out past sunny, had the strap by my tummy
You can go and ask mommy, grab a body bag, homie, yeah
(Pow, pow, pow!) Coming in for yours
*****s got them choppers and they knocking at your door
The sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor
Why you look confused? Motha****a, this is war
Yeah, *****
Ugh, yeah, *****
Yeah, *****
Ugh, yeah, *****
Ugh, yeah, *****
Bust my gun all by myself
Rock ******* all by myself
Poured propane all on myself
Go so hard might harm myself
Yeah, *****
Ugh, yeah, *****
Yeah, *****
Yeah, *****
Yeah, it's Kurupt young motha****ing Gotti
Still rolling in a 6, I don't **** with the Bugatti
Come up in this motha****a looking for a *****
She probably sucked on my **** then you kissed her on the lips
The integral, South Central sentinel
Get roped and choked, poetical tentacles stretch (ha ha ha ha)
Get roped and choked and rope-a-****d
Extra overdose of the oki-doke
Get a ***** smoked, I ain't no joke
Tired of this bullshit and everything y'all talk about
They walked 'em in, I walked 'em out
They talked 'em in, I chalked 'em out
Now **** back that Oxy (Pow-pow, pow-pow)
Walk inside, pistols popping, top is popping off
Papadopoulos neighborhood, rolling 60 *****
Ghetto tribalist, squeezing *****es like octopuses
*****, show me where the money at, show me where the kush is
Next time you see me I'll probably be in the bushes
This is the reasons why I won't be ****ing with *****es like you
Me, Tyler, and ScHoolboy Q, we told 'em
(Pow, pow, pow!) Coming in for yours
*****s got them choppers and they knocking at your door
The sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor
Why you look confused? Motha****a, this is war
Yeah, *****
Ugh, yeah, *****
Yeah, *****
Ugh, yeah, *****
Ugh, yeah, *****