Contents Unda Pressure
作词 : Eric Brooks/James Anthony Robinson/Rico Smith
作曲 : Eric Brooks/James Anthony Robinson/Rico Smith
Verse One:
J-Ro I'm the beer rational outta national
My cash flow is thick like mashed potato-oes in the gravy
Wsup wavy, thanks to my homey
King Tee-la the host wit the most,
Im coast to coast like
Aunt Peela the
Cowboys beat the
Steelers so ***** where's my $50 boom bap to your cap if your eyes is lookin shiftee
In this game of rappin your ass will never win and let you play b-b rickers wit
Quik, Suge and
Mack 10 who need to come join these words like conjunction a friend before
I bring the end to your bodily functions when
I speak I go deep, like when
I'm stabbin it
You comin up empty like your
Mother Hubbard's cabinet
Cause you keep comin wit rhymes guns so deeply
Example is the school of mankind ****** so peep me you
Range-Rovin,
Tommy Hil and bustin glocks while
I'm in the studio bustin lyrics in my socks and the
A-C is broken, no jokin we got the worm witout the coke-in the ******
DAT machine is smokin
The pizza still aint here, we out of beer and
I think this ************ engineer is a queer and my dip is blowin up my hip whats up honey (eh J-Ro the land lord really wants his money)
AWW **** Chorus
Contents under pressure, contents under pressure
I hope for the best and expect the worst get stress off my chest everytime
I bust a verse
Verse Two:
Tash Ain't no describin the way that
Tash be feelin when he's vibin be feelin like a deadly secret agent on assignment dont **** wit microfilms,
I want the microphones and tables that some ****** stole while
I was at a meeting wit my label cuz
Tash will rock your cradle wit the fatal rhymes that pound put you down cuz your lyrics suck more than
Divine Brown while
Im off that
Royal Crown gettin party at the
Atmospheric wit the 40's and the
Hennesy to get yall in the spirit so bounce to the lyrics of the noble
Likwit warrior get the stress out or try to maintain like
X and Gloria poundin your surroundin stuffin at you from the
Liks styles harder to decode than grafitti on the bricks so read my tag and weep, while
I drive you off the deep wit the
Alkie style that rock you and made
Quantum wanna leap cuz
Tash in the streets plays for keeps on micros its the never ending quest for west coast rap titles
Chorus Verse
Three: J-Ro,
E-Swift, Tash
Yo I walk in the place, kicks un-laced wit a bitter beer face, (a 40?) naw a whole case wit flows like these, we not your average
MC's we be the drunken masters of ceremonies these rappers come out hard then turn fake like rayon put
I choose to stick to the streets like a crayon in order to go pop, we'd have to stop comin fresher
Contents under pressure....
And there ain't no tellin when we bout to explode like tall cans in the freezer when they get too cold we gotta title to hold, west coast ghetto gold more than half a million know these beats got soul we still under pressure, thats my motivation to let this drunk technique leak thru out the nation
Im stressed out, for weeks wit no sleep and no roll in the studio cuz
I know this shits gotta blow
When you see me on the mic we go buck for buck
We only battle decent ******, so be glad y'all suck
Cause if I take ten steps and turn around
I'll destroy ya
Cause my style be up in ****** like
I'm Oscar
De La Hoya
The crew you got before ya,
Tash the top gunner so try to stay on float while the current pulls you under
Cause read what it stands fool, like on the bulletin wit skills they couldnt teach your ass at
Cal State
Fulleton I'm in the zone like the
Bulls at home wit mad stains on my shirt from all the beer and foam
Cause the crew wit all the brew, buries squads like treasures
Wit the Hennessee and
Coke tryin to deal wit life's pressure
Contents Unda PressureLRC歌词
作词 : Eric Brooks/James Anthony Robinson/Rico Smith
作曲 : Eric Brooks/James Anthony Robinson/Rico Smith
Verse One:
J-Ro I'm the beer rational outta national
My cash flow is thick like mashed potato-oes in the gravy
Wsup wavy, thanks to my homey
King Tee-la the host wit the most,
Im coast to coast like
Aunt Peela the
Cowboys beat the
Steelers so ***** where's my $50 boom bap to your cap if your eyes is lookin shiftee
In this game of rappin your ass will never win and let you play b-b rickers wit
Quik, Suge and
Mack 10 who need to come join these words like conjunction a friend before
I bring the end to your bodily functions when
I speak I go deep, like when
I'm stabbin it
You comin up empty like your
Mother Hubbard's cabinet
Cause you keep comin wit rhymes guns so deeply
Example is the school of mankind ****** so peep me you
Range-Rovin,
Tommy Hil and bustin glocks while
I'm in the studio bustin lyrics in my socks and the
A-C is broken, no jokin we got the worm witout the coke-in the ******
DAT machine is smokin
The pizza still aint here, we out of beer and
I think this ************ engineer is a queer and my dip is blowin up my hip whats up honey (eh J-Ro the land lord really wants his money)
AWW **** Chorus
Contents under pressure, contents under pressure
I hope for the best and expect the worst get stress off my chest everytime
I bust a verse
Verse Two:
Tash Ain't no describin the way that
Tash be feelin when he's vibin be feelin like a deadly secret agent on assignment dont **** wit microfilms,
I want the microphones and tables that some ****** stole while
I was at a meeting wit my label cuz
Tash will rock your cradle wit the fatal rhymes that pound put you down cuz your lyrics suck more than
Divine Brown while
Im off that
Royal Crown gettin party at the
Atmospheric wit the 40's and the
Hennesy to get yall in the spirit so bounce to the lyrics of the noble
Likwit warrior get the stress out or try to maintain like
X and Gloria poundin your surroundin stuffin at you from the
Liks styles harder to decode than grafitti on the bricks so read my tag and weep, while
I drive you off the deep wit the
Alkie style that rock you and made
Quantum wanna leap cuz
Tash in the streets plays for keeps on micros its the never ending quest for west coast rap titles
Chorus Verse
Three: J-Ro,
E-Swift, Tash
Yo I walk in the place, kicks un-laced wit a bitter beer face, (a 40?) naw a whole case wit flows like these, we not your average
MC's we be the drunken masters of ceremonies these rappers come out hard then turn fake like rayon put
I choose to stick to the streets like a crayon in order to go pop, we'd have to stop comin fresher
Contents under pressure....
And there ain't no tellin when we bout to explode like tall cans in the freezer when they get too cold we gotta title to hold, west coast ghetto gold more than half a million know these beats got soul we still under pressure, thats my motivation to let this drunk technique leak thru out the nation
Im stressed out, for weeks wit no sleep and no roll in the studio cuz
I know this shits gotta blow
When you see me on the mic we go buck for buck
We only battle decent ******, so be glad y'all suck
Cause if I take ten steps and turn around
I'll destroy ya
Cause my style be up in ****** like
I'm Oscar
De La Hoya
The crew you got before ya,
Tash the top gunner so try to stay on float while the current pulls you under
Cause read what it stands fool, like on the bulletin wit skills they couldnt teach your ass at
Cal State
Fulleton I'm in the zone like the
Bulls at home wit mad stains on my shirt from all the beer and foam
Cause the crew wit all the brew, buries squads like treasures
Wit the Hennessee and
Coke tryin to deal wit life's pressure
