- Westside Gunn The Cow 歌词
- Westside Gunn
- You know, it's good to let your anger out
And let love in, ha ha, and, uh Heh ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ah heh, heh I think it's good to, that if you can put anger on a picture Instead of smacking someone in the face, it's a lot safer Griselda
Roll the Swisher, get high, free the homies behind the wall Free my n!ggas inside, all them n!ggas that died Rest in peace to my n!ggas, I hope they live in the sky Pour out some liquor, load your fifth up for your n!ggas and ride For your n!ggas that got hit bad and didn't survive Sometimes I feel like, I'm the realest n!gga alive Since we was kicking doors, four n!ggas divvying pie They ain't believe me when I told n!ggas the city was mines Now look at me though, Buffalo n!gga But did records with Kool G though, necklace is two kilos Remember when the Feds gave fifteen to cousin Tito Me and Papp was right there, he took it like a G though That's a real n!gga, that's a fact When I came home from doing two, he gave me a half ounce and a rack And said, "You don't owe me sh!t, just put the city on the map" That was eleven years ago and now I'm doing just that Ask my baby momma how much I cried when Machine Gun died When I pulled up and seen that yellow tape outside Had me ready to grab the stick and go apes outside I never found out who did it, that sh!t ate my pride, I swear Heh, but maybe that was a sign Maybe God ain't want me killing them n!ggas and doing time Maybe God wanted me here to kill 'em with the rhyme Maybe that was part of his plan and part of the design I don't know, I'm not religious, all I know is I'm viciously gifted When I script and then it's strictly for my n!ggas (woo!) I might shed a tear listening to this sh!t Pop the Spade cork like, "Machine Gun, we did it" Damn, who would've known my crew would've blown? Every verse is verse of the year, sh!t is proven and shown I needed West and Daringer, I couldn't do it alone 'Member that fvck n!gga pulled up using his chrome Hit the back of my head and neck, I should've died, n!gga I feel like my n!gga Dunce kept me alive, n!gga Slapping my face like, "Bruh, open your eyes, n!gga" Shaking my head like, "Fvck that, you can't die, n!gga" Only real sh!t what I provide, n!gga I wrote this sh!t with the tears in my eyes, n!gga Now they gotta consider me top five, n!gga You hearing my sh!t, is you surprised, n!gga? You know what's funny, I wanted to quit After I got shot in my head, I seen my face like, "I'm done with this sh!t" (It's over) Trying to spit my verses and mumbling and sh!t Face twisted up looking ugly and sh!t That Bell's Palsy had me looking like I had a stroke But every bar raw like a slab of coke And them same n!ggas that laugh and joke Is doing bad and broke, and everything I drop is classic, dope This the realest sh!t in my pad I wrote This the realest sh!t that I wrote
Ayo, pulled the MAC out the Stone Island Dope piling, my n!gga doing fifty in the mountains Posing in Gosha, I do it for the culture Mastermind, braggadocious You all soda, we in the kitchen like vultures Bucket hat gator on Lacoste Big ass Ace need two b!tches to pour it Hopped in a four door 'Gatti and floored it A n!gga gorgeous, rice pilaf and swordfish This Warhol portraits been more sick Stella McCartney feeling me, pardon me The brass get drenched, draggin' on the marble, I'm awful Stash cracks in his mouth, he had a jaw full Jazz Just Dons in the mosque In the cell, prayer rugs for the lost These n!ggas wanna hang me on the cross Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar Walking over water, I can touch the stars Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar
I know that the kids beneath me They're visionaries, before their time I don't revolt against anything The only thing that I work against is the fact That no one told me that I could do this as a job So the rest of my career is like, showing kids Like, yeah, you can do it too, like, there is no wall You know, it's a generation of us And I think, the one thing that brings us together Is that we just want to push culture forward
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