Church for Thugs
作曲 : Smith, Taylor
Artist：game
Songs Title：church for thugs
To all my ****** on the porch getting their hair braided
Corn rolled by a L.A. *****
And I can't forget
My ****** riding the train Yankee fitted
Thermals under that Pelle s**t
I love New York but gangbanging that's L.A. s**t
And I'm proud of it
Spit it through the wire so the crowd love it
Haters you know who you are you can turn it down **** it
I can shoot a video to it and spend half the budget
I'm gangsta, let the .40 cal blow in public
More hatred inside my soul than Pac had for Delores Tucker
Every time one of my ****** the get more shot I suffer
Cause we trapped inside a world where your forced to die for your colors
I seen it Range all through the tints
Got ****** doing life in the state pen
So I dread like Jamaicans
If I die for one of my statements
Than break up the streets of Compton and blood spill my in the pavement
Believe me ****** keep sayin they gon heat me up
Talking that s**t like they goin lay me down
And then I come through strapped to see what's up
****** really don't want no parts of me pal
****** keep sayin they gon heat me up
Talking that s**t like they goin lay me down
And then I come through strapped to see what's up
****** really don't know parts of me pal
Who I gotta talk to who I gotta write
I want my unsigned hype
Like Kanye want his five mics
Aiight, I handle bars you ain't gotta ride a bike
To peep game and his skill here go some training wheels
Let's roll
Through the city of god
Where LA ****** train to kill
Chop you up hundred times worse than the Haitians will
For real naw Pharrell I need a track homie
Dre we to close aint no turning back homie
Deal with it I'm a be here for ten years
Spittin like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big yeah
Let me paint this picture
While you sit here thinking in the back of your mind this is the s**t yeah
I spit for you ****** doing 25 on they 5th year ready to throw a ***** off the 5th tier
Them white boys in the Abercrombie and Fitch gear
And every ***** who ever helped me get here
Believe me ****** keep sayin they gon heat me up
Talking that s**t like they gon lay me down
And when I come through strapped to see what's up
****** really don't want no parts of me pal
****** keep sayin they gon heat me up
Talking that s**t like they gon lay me down
And when I come through strapped to see what's up
****** really don't know parts of me pal
One brick, two brick
The boy moving weight
Now three bricks, four bricks
I'm driving upstate
Five Bricks, six bricks
The ***** got cake
Not rap money, but money been rap since ?88
Look at the world we live in
****** steady hate, to the heckler at Koch
Leave him chopped up like freddy's face
****** catching feelings
Cause I'm about millions
And outta all the newcomers out, my flow's the illest
You a close second *****,
A banana to a guerilla
Put us in the same cage and I'ma have to peel ?em
The best of both worlds
Rapping and drug dealing
Run and tell the chief I came to burn down the village
The head honcho, staring out the third story window
Of my Beverly Hills condo
With two long ass heats
I call ?em Shaq and Alonzo
You ****** want me outta L.A.
Yeah I know
Believe me ****** keep sayin' they gon' heat me up
Talking that s**t like they gon' lay me down
And when I come through strapped to see what's up
****** really don't want no parts of me pal
****** keep sayin' they gon' heat me up
Talking that s**t like they gon' lay me down
And when I come through strapped to see what's up
****** really don't know parts of me pal
Church for ThugsLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Smith, Taylor
[00:00.54]Artist：game
[00:01.97]Songs Title：church for thugs
[00:05.68]
[00:17.95]To all my ****** on the porch getting their hair braided
[00:20.67]Corn rolled by a L.A. *****
[00:22.53]And I can't forget
[00:23.78]My ****** riding the train Yankee fitted
[00:26.17]Thermals under that Pelle s**t
[00:28.03]I love New York but gangbanging that's L.A. s**t
[00:31.28]And I'm proud of it
[00:32.47]Spit it through the wire so the crowd love it
[00:34.22]Haters you know who you are you can turn it down **** it
[00:37.17]I can shoot a video to it and spend half the budget
[00:39.67]I'm gangsta, let the .40 cal blow in public
[00:42.53]More hatred inside my soul than Pac had for Delores Tucker
[00:44.97]Every time one of my ****** the get more shot I suffer
[00:47.52]Cause we trapped inside a world where your forced to die for your colors
[00:50.39]I seen it Range all through the tints
[00:52.35]Got ****** doing life in the state pen
[00:54.48]So I dread like Jamaicans
[00:55.85]If I die for one of my statements
[00:58.48]Than break up the streets of Compton and blood spill my in the pavement
[01:01.20]Believe me ****** keep sayin they gon heat me up
[01:04.39]Talking that s**t like they goin lay me down
[01:07.32]And then I come through strapped to see what's up
[01:09.83]****** really don't want no parts of me pal
[01:12.70]****** keep sayin they gon heat me up
[01:15.31]Talking that s**t like they goin lay me down
[01:18.14]And then I come through strapped to see what's up
[01:20.58]****** really don't know parts of me pal
[01:23.33]Who I gotta talk to who I gotta write
[01:25.20]I want my unsigned hype
[01:26.89]Like Kanye want his five mics
[01:28.46]Aiight, I handle bars you ain't gotta ride a bike
[01:30.85]To peep game and his skill here go some training wheels
[01:33.54]Let's roll
[01:34.16]Through the city of god
[01:35.41]Where LA ****** train to kill
[01:36.60]Chop you up hundred times worse than the Haitians will
[01:38.98]For real naw Pharrell I need a track homie
[01:41.85]Dre we to close aint no turning back homie
[01:44.78]Deal with it I'm a be here for ten years
[01:47.54]Spittin like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big yeah
[01:50.22]Let me paint this picture
[01:51.72]While you sit here thinking in the back of your mind this is the s**t yeah
[01:55.54]I spit for you ****** doing 25 on they 5th year ready to throw a ***** off the 5th tier
[02:00.72]Them white boys in the Abercrombie and Fitch gear
[02:03.72]And every ***** who ever helped me get here
[02:06.29]Believe me ****** keep sayin they gon heat me up
[02:09.04]Talking that s**t like they gon lay me down
[02:12.16]And when I come through strapped to see what's up
[02:14.60]****** really don't want no parts of me pal
[02:17.41]****** keep sayin they gon heat me up
[02:19.91]Talking that s**t like they gon lay me down
[02:22.97]And when I come through strapped to see what's up
[02:25.32]****** really don't know parts of me pal
[02:28.10]One brick, two brick
[02:29.04]The boy moving weight
[02:30.35]Now three bricks, four bricks
[02:31.67]I'm driving upstate
[02:32.92]Five Bricks, six bricks
[02:34.41]The ***** got cake
[02:35.66]Not rap money, but money been rap since ?88
[02:38.35]Look at the world we live in
[02:39.91]****** steady hate, to the heckler at Koch
[02:41.60]Leave him chopped up like freddy's face
[02:43.67]****** catching feelings
[02:45.10]Cause I'm about millions
[02:46.35]And outta all the newcomers out, my flow's the illest
[02:49.10]
[02:49.66]You a close second *****,
[02:50.67]A banana to a guerilla
[02:52.10]Put us in the same cage and I'ma have to peel ?em
[02:54.79]The best of both worlds
[02:55.79]Rapping and drug dealing
[02:56.85]Run and tell the chief I came to burn down the village
[02:59.91]The head honcho, staring out the third story window
[03:03.10]Of my Beverly Hills condo
[03:04.54]With two long ass heats
[03:06.67]I call ?em Shaq and Alonzo
[03:08.16]You ****** want me outta L.A.
[03:09.85]Yeah I know
[03:10.79]Believe me ****** keep sayin' they gon' heat me up
[03:13.85]Talking that s**t like they gon' lay me down
[03:16.92]And when I come through strapped to see what's up
[03:19.42]****** really don't want no parts of me pal
[03:22.10]****** keep sayin' they gon' heat me up
[03:24.67]Talking that s**t like they gon' lay me down
[03:27.67]And when I come through strapped to see what's up
[03:30.16]****** really don't know parts of me pal
