- Guru The Come Up 歌詞
- Guru
- Uh, Steve Stone (Steve Stone)
Left Gunn.. Left Gunn
Baldhead Slick..
[Steve Stone]
Yo
You might find me in a green Range Rover, with a mean hangover
But ****** know when Stone hit the scene, game over
You cats wanna dance I'll let the heat sing for ya
Then beat the murder case with first string lawyer
I'm the worst thing for ya - a thug in the flesh
If youse a ***** but you *****, I'll put a slug in ya dress
If you think you got wiz, put your luck to the test
But you could catch somethin hot, tryna **** with the S
I got dimes to suck me off and let me nut on they breast
Can you say that.. no wait, hold up, lemme repeat it
Can you cats say that **** and really mean it?
I'm at the spot gettin treated, while you vets gettin heated
Like the scrub that you are, little **** that you are
Before the deal, I still had dubs like a star
My crew recognized at the clubs and the bar
Son of y'all and you still gotta love who we are
[Left Gunn]
Yo, goin from broke
Went from rocks and the coats, to choppers and boats
At this year's parade, I'll have a spot on the float
Penthouse, with a pitch ready to aim for the do'
Movie screen with the voice-activated remote
See I'm finished makin papi rich, coppin his coke
Next time he see me, I'm like "He better savor ya throat"
Sorry amigo, but a ***** like me, need dough
**** it, I'll burn the bridge and come back on a yacht
Y'all the type of cats think ****'s sweet when it's not
Bring the heat when it's cool, bring the ice when it's hot
****** confused, I'm just tryna help you tally ya dues
And rally ya crews, and end up in a alley with goons
See when it come to the cash, I be on the worst ****
Roll up on you in a hoop, bumpin Biggie first ****
"Gimme loot, gimme loot" and don't try to get cute
Nobody keep cash in they pocket *****, empty ya boots
Too many ****** got the game twist, poppin they Cris'
And rockin they wrist, and end up gettin robbed in the Bricks
I'm stoppin this ****, Gunn's on the top of ya list
And I'ma lock it up in uniform or plain clothes
I play hoes, from chickenheads, to mayhoes
And I'ma travel to the end, spendin yen and pesos
[Hook: All]
Yo this one's for my ****** comin up, what the ****?
Pull them ****** out they truck, and tell em to give it up
Stick him up, if he play fair, pick him up
Otherwise, it's some other guy's job to dig him up
[Guru]
Comin through, holdin it down, controllin the town
Wondered if I was nice, yeah, you knowin it now
I do my thing *****, way past chains and rings *****
Time to real dough, time for you to sing *****
Call the fat lady, game over, reign's over
Your Willy status, and success and fame's over
Stone and Two Gunns came over, to bless some **** with the god
Geuss what, my dogs just pissed on your lawn
Flipped on you pawns, just cuz you was kickin it wrong
And don't ask me for advice cuz I ain't diggin ya song
Time to straighten it out, we takin the clout
**** a short career, listen y'all I'm spacin it out
Tri-state ******, some of the illest y'all hear
Illest ya meet, yeah some of the realest ya fear
**** the truth, I'm concealin y'all and stealin all queers
Since y'all ****** slept on me, I ain't feelin your tears
I like to pinpoint a sucka, like a country on a map of the globe
Get it to some gangsta ****, watch em clap then he fold
Enter my zone, soon get smothered with mase
I'm on the block, who run the streets is watchin, I cover my face
I'm bubblin papes, my son grew to smugglin nape's
So we jugglin cakes, and from ya shorty I'm lovin the face
I'm huggin the block, my big dogs, they thuggin the block
In my hood, **** runnin ***** cuz we tustle with cops
Real Picasso, write rhymes, visualize
Spit raps on how to survive on family ties
Rock a no-name sweater, with a Iceberg tee-shirt under it
Leather seats in my Nova, and fifty G's I'm comin wit
Next day I come through, I'm dipped in the Armani jumpsuit
Hard-top hummer, sunroof big enough to jump through
***** what? I don't care if you in the tux
I'll put the Eagle to ya gut, and tell you to give it up
[Hook x2: All]
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