How We Roll
作词 : Thomas Bell/G. Williams/Kenneth Gamble/Roland Chambers/DJ Clark Kent
作曲 : Thomas Bell/G. Williams/Kenneth Gamble/Roland Chambers/DJ Clark Kent
I never freestyle for free, without chargin' n*ggas a fee
It'll cost you a brain cell just to cypher with me
I'm the type of MC that rocks for the glory
I don't give a f*ck if you ignore me or camcord me
Freestyle or written, spittin' with infinite ammunition
For anybody tryin' to go the distance
I promise ya no less than a hundred-thousand kilometers
My bomb threats'll have you evacuatin' your continent
I'm barbaric with the alphanumeric
Hittin' you with lyrics that separate your body from your spirit
This is for wack n*ggas doin' shows and sh*t
Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controllin it
(Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holdin it)
I roll with the wildest n*ggas
West Indian Island n*ggas, unemployed jobless n*ggas
The foulest n*ggas, who never smile at n*ggas
Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced n*ggas
We savages, snatchin' microphones from amateurs
Cause like women who get abortions, I ain't havin' it
I rip you, my metaphor content, will split you
Into little powder-like crystals so I can sniff you
What I say should be displayed at the Smithsonian
Your rhymes are phonier than cubic zirconias
Have you any idea what I do to crews like you
How many n*ggas in my career, I ran through?
Comin' after ya, blastin' ya
With the shotgun like a front seat passenger
You must be askin' for some sort of a massacre
I'll attack ya cardiovascular
Shatter you like glass in automobile crashes
When I smash that ass into blackberry molasses
Rip your speaker to ashes, and kick a hole in it
Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controllin it
You see I roll with the wildest n*ggas
West Indian Island n*ggas, unemployed jobless n*ggas
The foulest n*ggas, who never smile at n*ggas
Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced n*ggas
See I roll with the wildest n*ggas
West Indian Island n*ggas, unemployed jobless n*ggas
The foulest n*ggas, who never smile at n*ggas
Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced n*ggas
I'm the illest lyricist in America
MC's can't see me 'cause I'm too quick for the human retina to register
I roll up on ya crew quicker than long sleeves
At a Speed that would confuse Keanu Reeves
So ask yourself, who am I?
I'm the illest MC that you ever seen in your f*ckin' life
I hop into the backseat of a cab and rhyme
Till the meter says nine, nine, nine, nine
Line for line I battle any kind of MC at any time
Whether they signed or unsigned
With many lines, more lines than a million pair of Adidas
More lines than the Bible quoted from Jesus
More lines than a African herd of zebras
N*ggas just ain't f*ckin' with the Canibus sativa
This is for all you n*ggas doin' shows and sh*t
'Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controllin' it
(Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holdin it)
See I roll with the wildest n*ggas
West Indian Island, unemployed jobless n*ggas
The foulest n*ggas, who never smile at n*ggas
Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced n*ggas
See I roll with the wildest n*ggas
West Indian Island, unemployed jobless n*ggas
The foulest n*ggas, who never smile at n*ggas
Some hostile violent chemically imbalanced n*gga!
How We RollLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : Thomas Bell/G. Williams/Kenneth Gamble/Roland Chambers/DJ Clark Kent
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Thomas Bell/G. Williams/Kenneth Gamble/Roland Chambers/DJ Clark Kent
[00:35.044]I never freestyle for free, without chargin' n*ggas a fee
[00:38.204]It'll cost you a brain cell just to cypher with me
[00:41.130]I'm the type of MC that rocks for the glory
[00:44.004]I don't give a f*ck if you ignore me or camcord me
[00:47.217]Freestyle or written, spittin' with infinite ammunition
[00:50.560]For anybody tryin' to go the distance
[00:52.807]I promise ya no less than a hundred-thousand kilometers
[00:55.759]My bomb threats'll have you evacuatin' your continent
[00:58.632]I'm barbaric with the alphanumeric
[01:01.192]Hittin' you with lyrics that separate your body from your spirit
[01:04.222]This is for wack n*ggas doin' shows and sh*t
[01:06.704]Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controllin it
[01:09.499](Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holdin it)
[01:12.869]I roll with the wildest n*ggas
[01:14.698]West Indian Island n*ggas, unemployed jobless n*ggas
[01:18.146]The foulest n*ggas, who never smile at n*ggas
[01:20.549]Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced n*ggas
[01:23.736]We savages, snatchin' microphones from amateurs
[01:26.818]Cause like women who get abortions, I ain't havin' it
[01:29.666]I rip you, my metaphor content, will split you
[01:32.696]Into little powder-like crystals so I can sniff you
[01:35.439]What I say should be displayed at the Smithsonian
[01:38.260]Your rhymes are phonier than cubic zirconias
[01:40.898]Have you any idea what I do to crews like you
[01:43.981]How many n*ggas in my career, I ran through?
[01:46.724]Comin' after ya, blastin' ya
[01:48.944]With the shotgun like a front seat passenger
[01:52.183]You must be askin' for some sort of a massacre
[01:55.370]I'll attack ya cardiovascular
[01:57.930]Shatter you like glass in automobile crashes
[02:00.778]When I smash that ass into blackberry molasses
[02:03.651]Rip your speaker to ashes, and kick a hole in it
[02:06.498]Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controllin it
[02:09.189]You see I roll with the wildest n*ggas
[02:11.436]West Indian Island n*ggas, unemployed jobless n*ggas
[02:14.988]The foulest n*ggas, who never smile at n*ggas
[02:17.444]Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced n*ggas
[02:20.604]See I roll with the wildest n*ggas
[02:22.799]West Indian Island n*ggas, unemployed jobless n*ggas
[02:26.351]The foulest n*ggas, who never smile at n*ggas
[02:28.807]Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced n*ggas
[02:31.811]I'm the illest lyricist in America
[02:33.927]MC's can't see me 'cause I'm too quick for the human retina to register
[02:38.237]I roll up on ya crew quicker than long sleeves
[02:40.980]At a Speed that would confuse Keanu Reeves
[02:43.671]So ask yourself, who am I?
[02:45.369]I'm the illest MC that you ever seen in your f*ckin' life
[02:49.313]I hop into the backseat of a cab and rhyme
[02:52.030]Till the meter says nine, nine, nine, nine
[02:55.060]Line for line I battle any kind of MC at any time
[02:58.769]Whether they signed or unsigned
[03:00.729]With many lines, more lines than a million pair of Adidas
[03:04.203]More lines than the Bible quoted from Jesus
[03:06.580]More lines than a African herd of zebras
[03:09.401]N*ggas just ain't f*ckin' with the Canibus sativa
[03:12.301]This is for all you n*ggas doin' shows and sh*t
[03:14.782]'Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controllin' it
[03:17.630](Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holdin it)
[03:20.738]See I roll with the wildest n*ggas
[03:22.567]West Indian Island, unemployed jobless n*ggas
[03:26.093]The foulest n*ggas, who never smile at n*ggas
[03:28.549]Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced n*ggas
[03:31.710]See I roll with the wildest n*ggas
[03:33.904]West Indian Island, unemployed jobless n*ggas
[03:37.483]The foulest n*ggas, who never smile at n*ggas
[03:39.964]Some hostile violent chemically imbalanced n*gga!
