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ポール・ウォール( Paul Wall )
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One Hundred
作詞:Christopher Gallien, Joseph Wayne Mcvey, Howard Metoyer, Paul Slayton
When you up, you up and when you down, you down But when you fall off just peep out who still come around It ain't too many gon' hold you down When you down and not on ya luck But I'ma be right by your side even when that road get rough
I keep it cool when the streets is hot And all your friends that soon forgot They leavin' you all alone to rot But I'll be there till you back on top
I'm down with you with no strings No matter what, one hundred or more than a few I'm gettin' that paper to feed my crew And no matter what you goin' through, I'm stayin' true
I know you been searchin' for someone To keep it one hundred So tired of mixed love and bullshit And keep keepin' it comin'
Damn right, he came up from nothin' But now he's got money And he's feedin' his people Ain't no one of 'em gon' ever go hungry
I represent Mo' City until the day I die I speak the truth even when I say a lie Even lil' babies know better than to play with I Would be to lost and never found to say bye bye
Y'all already know I got a lot of evil in me But I got a lot of that love shit too 'Cause I promise I'm in love with my ride And I'm in love with what it's sittin' on Bitch and my pants so blue
Thanks to Paul Wall You already know I got love for ya bro My cup empty yo cup, if you less pour some mo' もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com My nigga T-Faris and J-Dawg And even my old school nigga fuck
When they show us hate, we gon' show 'em back love Now but last year would've been a different scene But I'ma let you make it 'Cause I'm really tryna keep it one hundred So stay the fuck away from me, please
I know you been searchin' for someone To keep it one hundred So tired of mixed love and bullshit And keep keepin' it comin'
Damn right, he came up from nothin' But now he's got money And he's feedin' his people Ain't no one of 'em gon' ever go hungry
Homie, I'm different like a alien Drivin' in that mothership, it's black, it's midnight I'm sittin' high up on that numbers list Wet from all this paper rain but now I'm never drowsy They talk but I can't even hear the way they whisper 'bout me
Even if they doubt me, haters I'm off limits Blowin' cake, oh yeah, I make desert for a livin' So many times I swear I spare my last one hundred Like a grade in the class, now that's extra credit
I know you been searchin' for someone To keep it one hundred So tired of mixed love and bullshit And keep keepin' it comin'
Damn right, he came up from nothin' But now he's got money And he's feedin' his people Ain't no one of 'em gon' ever go hungry
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