Big Pussy
作词 : Ian Simpson/Ciarán McDonald/Nick Velez/Bobby Pyn/Pat Smear/Mario Candido Rusca/William A. Keyes/Damon Smith/Darryl Pittman
作曲 : Ian Simpson/Ciarán McDonald/Nick Velez/Bobby Pyn/Pat Smear/Mario Candido Rusca/William A. Keyes/Damon Smith/Darryl Pittman
Aww, **** you
Come up here then
**** you
Come up here then
Aww, wow, big pussy
You guys ready?
Yo, yo, shut your bitch ass up, nigga
"**** you" to anyone that claim that they got me
When my heart was low, it turn kami-kamikaze
Attack, I'm taking back my gallery, I'm finna' spaz
The truth is everything we need—can we agree with that?
The group is over without being on the album
I'm back and ready, Ciaran had to bring it out me
I love to hate, but these days, I'ma keep it classy
Niggas made, I love to see them boys surpass me
Flava Flav with the way we keep it nasty
Jesus my Savior, own my masters like Master P
I can't explain it, dawg, you know it's how magic be
You gotta' bring it if you getting on a track with me
This shit a classic, it ain't even been out a week
The group that murder shit, boy, this that learn and destroy
The label needed thirty-five minutes of music
This the true shit; faggot nigga out in Houston
Doing whatever the **** I'm supposed to do
And mosh pits at the shows, surprised we ain't get sued, man
Crowds go loco, we lean into they amusement
After shows, takin' photos with all the new fans
I don't roll solo, need the crew to maneuver
Through the loose and dark and spark kinda' movements
Injectin' hope into a generation
Of a lotta bunch of lonely mother****as' sick of waitin'
We ain't takin' all the punches to the ****in' faces
Just to let some **** niggas come around and say some fake shit
My everyday lifestyle ain't nothin' but a hustle
Can't nobody tell me shit, I made it out the jungle
Big PussyLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : Ian Simpson/Ciarán McDonald/Nick Velez/Bobby Pyn/Pat Smear/Mario Candido Rusca/William A. Keyes/Damon Smith/Darryl Pittman
[00:00.017] 作曲 : Ian Simpson/Ciarán McDonald/Nick Velez/Bobby Pyn/Pat Smear/Mario Candido Rusca/William A. Keyes/Damon Smith/Darryl Pittman
[00:00.034] Aww, **** you
[00:00.883] Come up here then
[00:01.525] **** you
[00:02.074] Come up here then
[00:04.929] Aww, wow, big pussy
[00:11.946] You guys ready?
[00:20.030] Yo, yo, shut your bitch ass up, nigga
[00:21.723]
[00:23.163] "**** you" to anyone that claim that they got me
[00:25.564] When my heart was low, it turn kami-kamikaze
[00:27.991] Attack, I'm taking back my gallery, I'm finna' spaz
[00:30.333] The truth is everything we need—can we agree with that?
[00:33.009]
[00:33.156] The group is over without being on the album
[00:35.665] I'm back and ready, Ciaran had to bring it out me
[00:38.369] I love to hate, but these days, I'ma keep it classy
[00:40.928] Niggas made, I love to see them boys surpass me
[00:43.517] Flava Flav with the way we keep it nasty
[00:46.244] Jesus my Savior, own my masters like Master P
[00:48.638] I can't explain it, dawg, you know it's how magic be
[00:51.179] You gotta' bring it if you getting on a track with me
[00:53.768]
[00:53.915] This shit a classic, it ain't even been out a week
[00:56.291] The group that murder shit, boy, this that learn and destroy
[00:58.944] The label needed thirty-five minutes of music
[01:01.870] This the true shit; faggot nigga out in Houston
[01:08.075]
[01:24.200] Doing whatever the **** I'm supposed to do
[01:26.595] And mosh pits at the shows, surprised we ain't get sued, man
[01:29.289] Crowds go loco, we lean into they amusement
[01:31.894] After shows, takin' photos with all the new fans
[01:34.393] I don't roll solo, need the crew to maneuver
[01:36.924] Through the loose and dark and spark kinda' movements
[01:39.520] Injectin' hope into a generation
[01:41.809] Of a lotta bunch of lonely mother****as' sick of waitin'
[01:44.260] We ain't takin' all the punches to the ****in' faces
[01:46.830] Just to let some **** niggas come around and say some fake shit
[01:49.727] My everyday lifestyle ain't nothin' but a hustle
[01:52.059] Can't nobody tell me shit, I made it out the jungle