Jiggy Comin' - Shyheim.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Franklin, Quinn
[00:14.25]Phone rings twice*
[00:14.67]Hello?
[00:14.79](arabic voice) you have a collect call phone call
[00:15.78]In a new york state correctional facility
[00:16.74]Press five five to accept, or hang up to decline
[00:19.56]Verse one:
[00:21.69]Whattup gangstas, how tha **** ya'll fee
[00:24.24]We keepin it real, and hold on tight to your steel
[00:27.48]Let them caps peel, one by one
[00:29.85]And laugh while the nig run
[00:31.65]He shoulda been packin his gun, now he gone
[00:34.14]Cuz he got slippin like an old bitch
[00:36.69]In the wet staircase shaft, now watch his man snitch
[00:39.63]To tha police, but them no worry me son
[00:42.42]I ain't trying to get back it'd be my third felony
[00:45.24]Pataki he want to see us, criminals fry
[00:48.42]In the electric chair, but my spirit will never die
[00:51.48]A true project nigga, i won't hesitat
[00:54.27]To pull the blaow, peace to all busy nigga
[00:57.18]One love y'all stay safe
[00:59.43]And **** you, officer brown, peace to that nigga cas
[01:02.37]Chorus: repeat 4x
[01:02.82]Whoo whoo
[01:09.90]Jiggy comin, **** tha police y'all, cuz i ain't runni
[01:13.50]Verse two:
[01:27.09]All ya'll police can suck my diiiiiiick
[01:29.16]And mayor gulliani, that cracker boy full of bullshit
[01:32.40]I represent, for all my niggas doing tim
[01:35.34]And those who got beat up and killed by the swine
[01:37.77]Beo-tches, them porks, beotch
[01:40.62]Them think them bad, cuz they carry, glocks and badges
[01:43.74]And when i'm pimpin in my green acura
[01:46.68]They pull me over, like i stole it from some bitch
[01:49.62]But all my paperwork is legit
[01:51.90]Registered insured in my name, so ya'll pigs can **** i
[01:55.53]Police be ****in me like i'm some dime piec
[01:58.50]A g from the street so i can never turn beast
[02:02.97]Chorus
[02:09.90]Verse three:
[02:24.21]There's crooked cops, that's why they get shot by tha minute
[02:27.69]If you were criminal and you ready to represent, kid
[02:30.75]Blaow, that's how i like it, word is bond
[02:33.51]My hair ain't blonde my eyes ain't blue so now i'm dead boo
[02:36.45]It's on like this is war, all my brothers in the hood
[02:39.36]I gots fam that's constant understand i wish they would
[02:42.12]But it's all good, peace to my niggas locked in jai
[02:45.33]Bushy kam, killa kane, fogey foo, and ale
[02:48.00]Down low wrecka and junior be on storm
[02:50.85]Keep your headz up, and keep it real cuz you know i'm gonna
[02:54.42]And for my niggas doin six month
[02:57.27]I see yo ass next summer, word up
[02:59.37]Chorus
文本歌词
作词 : Franklin, Quinn
Phone rings twice*
Hello?
(arabic voice) you have a collect call phone call
In a new york state correctional facility
Press five five to accept, or hang up to decline
Verse one:
Whattup gangstas, how tha **** ya'll fee
We keepin it real, and hold on tight to your steel
Let them caps peel, one by one
And laugh while the nig run
He shoulda been packin his gun, now he gone
Cuz he got slippin like an old bitch
In the wet staircase shaft, now watch his man snitch
To tha police, but them no worry me son
I ain't trying to get back it'd be my third felony
Pataki he want to see us, criminals fry
In the electric chair, but my spirit will never die
A true project nigga, i won't hesitat
To pull the blaow, peace to all busy nigga
One love y'all stay safe
And **** you, officer brown, peace to that nigga cas
Chorus: repeat 4x
Whoo whoo
Jiggy comin, **** tha police y'all, cuz i ain't runni
Verse two:
All ya'll police can suck my diiiiiiick
And mayor gulliani, that cracker boy full of bullshit
I represent, for all my niggas doing tim
And those who got beat up and killed by the swine
Beo-tches, them porks, beotch
Them think them bad, cuz they carry, glocks and badges
And when i'm pimpin in my green acura
They pull me over, like i stole it from some bitch
But all my paperwork is legit
Registered insured in my name, so ya'll pigs can **** i
Police be ****in me like i'm some dime piec
A g from the street so i can never turn beast
Chorus
Verse three:
There's crooked cops, that's why they get shot by tha minute
If you were criminal and you ready to represent, kid
Blaow, that's how i like it, word is bond
My hair ain't blonde my eyes ain't blue so now i'm dead boo
It's on like this is war, all my brothers in the hood
I gots fam that's constant understand i wish they would
But it's all good, peace to my niggas locked in jai
Bushy kam, killa kane, fogey foo, and ale
Down low wrecka and junior be on storm
Keep your headz up, and keep it real cuz you know i'm gonna
And for my niggas doin six month
I see yo ass next summer, word up
Chorus