9 5 . s o u t h

9 5 . s o u t h

歌手:J. Cole

所属专辑:The Off-Season

发行时间:2021-05-14

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[00:00.00] 作词 : J. Cole

[00:01.00] 作曲 : J. Cole

[00:08.45]m'ron & J. Cole]

[00:16.30]Killa, it's The Off-Season

[00:19.13]Let's keep it tall, y'all ain't f*ckin' with my man

[00:21.47]And don't check your watch, you know the time

[00:23.81]Cole World, Killa Cam, niggas is f*ckin' finished (Yeah)

[00:27.13]This shit too easy for me now

[00:29.25]N***a, Cole been goin' plat' since back when CDs was around

[00:32.03]What you sold, I triple that, I can't believe these f*ckin' clowns

[00:35.28]Look how everybody clappin'

[00:37.54]When your thirty-song album do a measly hundred thou'

[00:40.10]If I'm bettin' on myself, then I'll completely double down

[00:43.72]If you hated on a n***a, please don't greet me with a pound

[00:47.34]I be stayin' out the way, but if the beef do come around

[00:50.55]Could put a M right on your head, you Luigi brother now

[00:53.62]Trace my steps all in this game, you could see we cover ground

[00:57.07]Back and forth from NC to New York when Jeezy had the crown

[01:00.53]Vivid memories, n***as start to squeeze, we duckin' down

[01:03.67]So many shells left on the ground, it make the Easter Bunny proud

[01:06.97]I get up, dust my clothes off, sleep is the cousin of death

[01:10.73]No plans to doze off, the streets, it don't come with a ref

[01:14.22]I never sold soft, just creeped where the hustlers crept

[01:17.51]And got they O's off, you reach, n****s uppin' like Steph

[01:20.89]To blow your nose off, gesundheit, and then resume flight

[01:24.20]As if it never happened, shit we witnessed full of so much sickness

[01:27.87]Angels sheddin' tears in Heaven, word to Eric Clapton

[01:30.97]Off this clever rapping, b*tch, my pockets gon' forever fatten

[01:36.28]They gon' forever fatten

[01:38.10]See, we tried to tell n***as, they act like they don't f*ckin' speak English

[01:41.36](Start, start, start)

[01:42.58]B*tch, my pen to the paper's lethal

[01:44.07]I'm sendin' 'em straight to meet the

[01:46.21]The n***a that made them peep the reaper

[01:48.65]Creepin' on ya, the 聽the scent of failure reakin' on ya

[01:51.26]Check your genitalia, p*ssy n***as bleedin' on yourself

[01:54.88]****in' with Cole is bold, but it's impedin' on your health

[01:58.42]All your n***as eatin' off your wealth

[02:00.67]All my n***as feedin' all theyselves, and it feels swell

[02:03.88]Krispy Kreme dreams, sometimes my dawgs wanna kill 12 (Uh)

[02:07.05]'Cause they said they harassin'

[02:09.24]We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly

[02:11.09]That end in the deadliest fashion

[02:12.82]My young n***s nutty, they blastin'

[02:14.43]Bullets be hummin' like Cudi

[02:15.50]But one of your hoodies Spaghetti-O splashin'

[02:17.60]All over the driveway, y'all talkin' all sideways

[02:20.12]Shots poppin' off y'all, laid down, cops choppin' off y'all legs now

[02:24.30](Shit) God's watchin', "Hey, Yahweh"

[02:25.91]My n***as looked up to the sky like we sendin' it y'all way

[02:27.13]We sendin' it y'all way

[02:28.56] [Outro: Cam'ron]

[02:31.30]That's what the f*ck I'm talkin' 'bout

[02:33.99]Y'all see what the f*ck goin' on out here

[02:38.86]I-95 shit, Carolina, 2-6, stand up, n***a

[02:40.68][Outro: Styles P]

[02:41.71]Put your hood up

[02:42.14]Put your hood up

[02:42.51]Put your hood up

[02:47.39]Put your clique up

[02:48.92]Put your clique up

[02:50.16]Put your clique up

[02:51.87]Put your clique up

[02:53.75]Represent your shit, mother****er

[02:55.22]Represent your shit, mother****er

[02:57.51]Represent your clique, mother****er

[03:03.89]Represent your clique, mother****er

[03:07.71]If you scared to throw it up, get the **** out the club

[03:10.76]If you scared to throw it up, get the **** out the club

作词 : J. Cole

作曲 : J. Cole

m'ron & J. Cole]

Killa, it's The Off-Season

Let's keep it tall, y'all ain't f*ckin' with my man

And don't check your watch, you know the time

Cole World, Killa Cam, niggas is f*ckin' finished (Yeah)

This shit too easy for me now

N***a, Cole been goin' plat' since back when CDs was around

What you sold, I triple that, I can't believe these f*ckin' clowns

Look how everybody clappin'

When your thirty-song album do a measly hundred thou'

If I'm bettin' on myself, then I'll completely double down

If you hated on a n***a, please don't greet me with a pound

I be stayin' out the way, but if the beef do come around

Could put a M right on your head, you Luigi brother now

Trace my steps all in this game, you could see we cover ground

Back and forth from NC to New York when Jeezy had the crown

Vivid memories, n***as start to squeeze, we duckin' down

So many shells left on the ground, it make the Easter Bunny proud

I get up, dust my clothes off, sleep is the cousin of death

No plans to doze off, the streets, it don't come with a ref

I never sold soft, just creeped where the hustlers crept

And got they O's off, you reach, n****s uppin' like Steph

To blow your nose off, gesundheit, and then resume flight

As if it never happened, shit we witnessed full of so much sickness

Angels sheddin' tears in Heaven, word to Eric Clapton

Off this clever rapping, b*tch, my pockets gon' forever fatten

They gon' forever fatten

See, we tried to tell n***as, they act like they don't f*ckin' speak English

(Start, start, start)

B*tch, my pen to the paper's lethal

I'm sendin' 'em straight to meet the

The n***a that made them peep the reaper

Creepin' on ya, the 聽the scent of failure reakin' on ya

Check your genitalia, p*ssy n***as bleedin' on yourself

****in' with Cole is bold, but it's impedin' on your health

All your n***as eatin' off your wealth

All my n***as feedin' all theyselves, and it feels swell

Krispy Kreme dreams, sometimes my dawgs wanna kill 12 (Uh)

'Cause they said they harassin'

We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly

That end in the deadliest fashion

My young n***s nutty, they blastin'

Bullets be hummin' like Cudi

But one of your hoodies Spaghetti-O splashin'

All over the driveway, y'all talkin' all sideways

Shots poppin' off y'all, laid down, cops choppin' off y'all legs now

(Shit) God's watchin', "Hey, Yahweh"

My n***as looked up to the sky like we sendin' it y'all way

We sendin' it y'all way

[Outro: Cam'ron]

That's what the f*ck I'm talkin' 'bout

Y'all see what the f*ck goin' on out here

I-95 shit, Carolina, 2-6, stand up, n***a

[Outro: Styles P]

Put your hood up

Put your hood up

Put your hood up

Put your clique up

Put your clique up

Put your clique up

Put your clique up

Represent your shit, mother****er

Represent your shit, mother****er

Represent your clique, mother****er

Represent your clique, mother****er

If you scared to throw it up, get the **** out the club

If you scared to throw it up, get the **** out the club

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