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アーティスト:Lloyd Banks  アルバム:Rotten Apple  作詞:LLOYD CHRISTOPHER CHARLES/BANKS LLOYD  作曲:POLO JACK/ROGERS PETER 

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Yeaaaa..uhhh I like the way that sounds Uh uh N-N-N-N-N-N-Nooowww Check Check (Verse 1) Nigga you feelin like a frog when you jump One leap will bring ya from the bar to the trunk From the trunk to the dump Ima rain on em, put the chump on a slump Like a rib shot, thats what the customers want Dont ya?, This aint ya typical story Thefore i dont fall in the category Im cool, calm and collective, Yukon or the Lexis Blue chronic for breakfast, to match with the necklace Dimes all way down till the rats wanna check this Reckless, born treacherous, sworn specialist Especially, if ya rest next to me Nigga come testin me youll get the gun recipe These old niggas want the new born sound Actin like they dont know who hold New York down Yea i use to buy knicks, ten years later Now im super fly slick without a roof on my whip, shit I slip 100 proof till im ripped And wave at the haters, got em root canal sick Tell me you niggas like to make a scene so the lamas close That kind of shit dont fly like Mama jokes We got em long, short, all kind of toast Boy i done left shit trails all around the coast To places you gettin 'round by boat I get a pound, i smoke, i put it down, im dope Im on scope when i pass the block, i make traffic stop A product of everything that made the apple rott This apple jacks, way long before the platnium plaques The pro-tools and the wax Take a step back before ya catch a contact The flow's like a M-16 wit the arm strapped Ima bomb on these niggas till they cant bomb back The hiroshima demeanor, microphone crack (Chorus) Alot of shit has changed since i came Yall done came around here


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