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アーティスト:Eminem, JID  アルバム:The Death of Slim Shady (Coup De Grâce)  作詞:Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto/D. Porter/H. LeMon Bey/Thomas Forbes/Destin Route  作曲:Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto/D. Porter/H. LeMon Bey/Thomas Forbes/Destin Route  発売年:2024 

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Smokin' trees, I'm ridin' 'round Come to my side of town Lately, it's been goin', goin', goin', goin', goin' down (Look, uh, look) All of my niggas gon' ride with it In the pocket, the rocket like Kellen Mond Mama told me the power was in the tongue But it probably ain't powerful as a gun All of you little cowards get devoured, I'm givin' out flowers to anyone I ain't been out the house in a minute 'cause I ain't wit' it if the money is miniature I been mindin' my business, I'm business-minded I been spendin' some time with the minister 'Cause them niggas spinnin' shit and still sinnin' in the City of God and it's sinister Try to pray and repent in a synagogue or a mosque, a temple, a church Them brown skin's sentiment niggas hurtin' And murder's a common courtesy, for certainly R.I.P. be on the shirt, search, lurk, murk, squirt, dirt, first (Forty-eight) My nigga doin' four plus eight without a court date Talked the other day, he say he doin' okay He good, he gainin' weight, then got a sharp shank He made, he say they play, they gotta partake Homie got a heart full of hate and a face full of war paint Eyes all red, full of rage and it's hard to escape from a dark place East side niggas from the A, niggas all ages Tryna sell a pound of the dog cage All the OGs 'round town was our age Danger, sex, and drugs, X and R rated Danger, sex, and drugs, shit be outrageous But don't get this shit fucked up, my boy Ya lucked up once, then ya doubled up I dribble and pass it to the cup and triple-double it Get to the basket, get the cash and cuddle up Cover up, bundle up, batter up (Batter up) Um, talk a lot of smack and I could back it up Shawty wanna shag, wanna shack it up I can put her pussy on the platter like a platypus Nappy-head nigga, hair natted up I said, "Barbara," a nigga tatted up I won't argue, nigga mad as fuck 'Cause they ain't compatible, I'm finna catapult But niggas know it's goin' (Down, down, down, down, do-do-do-do-) If I run out of fuel, I won't What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down, do-do-do-do-) That scares the fuck out of you For a couple decades (Brit) Been lettin' this TEC spray (Brrt) From that day that I met Dre (Brrt) So you liable to catch strays (Brrt) From the second you press play (What?) I suggest they (What?) Do not test like an essay (Why?) 'Cause like where my homies out west stay (Yeah) We can just say (What?) I'm like an R-A-P-E-R (Yeah) Got so many S-As (S-As), S-As (Huh)


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