- Royce Da 59" Count For Nothing 歌詞
- Royce Da 59"
- [Intro: Royce]{'One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight'}
Y'all been frontin
Without a ounce of thuggin
You go against me, you too can count for nothin[Royce Da 5'9']
I'm the king of the backpackers
This T-bone contact to any wack rapper
It's biometric how
I wet yaMy dialect's an entire weapon, it's set to just fire reckless
BLAP! Like {'one-two'} guns swoop
In the same booth the federales tryin to run through
Like, like {'three-four'} we raw
Me and Vishis tradin like a triple beam seesaw
I'm a veteran, the mac-11 the pump
You could name whoever you want
Wayne... Yay...
JayHahaha,
I'm just playin wit 'em...
I keep the {'four-five'} on my hip
You take me serious then
I might trip
About {'seven-eight'} niggaz and die
Feelin some type of way
I figure it's pride
I'm the right-on truth
And that's right,
I'm even plottin on my own crew
Joey... Crooked...
OrtizSlaughterhouse![Chorus: Royce Da 5'9']{'One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight' }
Y'all been frontin (uh-huh)
Without a ounce of thuggin
You go against me, you too can count for nothin
Like {'One, two'} like {' three'} like
Ha ha, you {'two'} can - count for nothin[Royce Da 5'9'](Woo!)
I'm what choice is to option
Royce to hip -hop is what,
Mike Buffer's voice to boxing(Let's get ready to rumbllllle!)
Yes, it's a couple dope dealerssomewhere that got rich livin the shit that
I spit (me!)
I don't re-enact nigga,
I illuminate
I know every point what
I count like a
Q&AIt ain't a arm when it'stucked in my box
Since it's
Lindsay Lohan, niggaz call me
Fire Crotch
I'm seein clear like a
MyBotI drop my coupe, black shoes, black
Noob Saibot
I spit fire like
Izod, why not
Cause sho' 'nuff
I'm glowin like
Thai mockAnd y'all cryin like babies over the net
I should call you niggaz
Lady GagaI call, 'You and Em need to get togetherY'all need each other Nickel Shady blah blah!'
If I die I'ma leave heat
I'ma leave the sun behind,
I'm tryin to repeat
Don't try to ban the drummer
He's an (Animal) and you can be a random number, uh (ohh!)[Chorus][Royce Da 5'9 '](Ahh)
I put the gun to lames
Eeny-miny
Motown, play the numbers game
Five shots on my blockis like for once
I see like my pops is
CyclopsWith both eyes
I see you got no sides
Bring it to your
Chippendale neck with the bowties...
All you stand
Grab a bitch ass like 'Aye,' call me
OJ Da Juiceman...
I get away with murder
That Johnny
Rocket in my pocket with my favorite burger
I'm tryin to shake it like a
PolaroidThey said
I couldn't do it twice, call me
Soulja Boy
I said[Chorus]
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