[00:00.000] 作词 : Jordan Houston III (Juicy J)/Sir Robert Bryson Hall II (Logic)/Daniel Brantley/Dion Norman/Derrick Ordogne/Paul Beauregard/Todd Shaw/Arjun Ivatory (6ix)
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Jordan Houston III (Juicy J)
[00:04.960] Play me some pimpin', man, yeah
[00:05.904] Higher than a mother****er, dawg
[00:09.449] What's up with Logic? What's good, man?
[00:11.744] Hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
[00:17.224] We blessed
[00:19.439] (What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the **** up!")
[00:22.220] Yeah, yeah
[00:23.370] Whippin' through West Deer Park
[00:24.840] Lookin' for scandalous shorties, only come out after dark
[00:27.737] Hit the homie Slaydro for some shit we could spark
[00:30.701] Skippin' school, feelin' cool, we did not give a ****
[00:33.526] Huh, was never one for the academics
[00:36.296] But knew the everyday struggle
[00:38.435] Avada Kedavra to all you Muggles
[00:41.448] My lane different, too sufficient, my brain different
[00:44.444] I'm ill though, fifteen, mastered the skill, though
[00:46.974] Since I was working at the supermarket, every week, another new department
[00:52.909] 'Til I signed my deal with Def Jam in a new apartment
[00:56.219] Always wanna change with the times
[00:58.270] Number one best seller on the New York Times
[01:01.256] But my childhood was riddled with crime
[01:04.154] Widdled the rhyme, now I shine
[01:06.093] I'm Tarantino in his prime, I'm Jules with the Jerry curl
[01:10.147] I'm nothin' without rap like the swine without the pearl
[01:13.187] I'm dirty like ****in' your girl just to sell you, I'ma cum in your girl
[01:17.666] Thought you was gonna make it as a rapper with no Plan B
[01:20.565] I'm so successful, most people can't stand me
[01:24.226] Only thing I don't have is a ****in' Grammy
[01:26.716] Yeah, but you know that boy nominated
[01:29.513] Go ultra Travolta and watch me dominate it
[01:32.440] Catch me whippin' through the 'Basas in that Bronco, Logic go blanco, huh
[01:35.701] Bumpin' that Pretty Flacko
[01:38.288] RattPack come hither, wherever I go
[01:41.135] Just a youngin' on his come up tryna make it
[01:43.785] To the baddest bitch in the world tannin' by my pool naked
[01:47.396] So to the youngin' on his come up listening, boy, you could make it
[01:50.369] Whippin' through Gaithersburg, whippin' through West Deer
[01:53.621] Whippin' through Germantown, whippin' through Rockville
[01:56.136] Whippin' through, whippin' through
[01:58.774] Whippin', whippin', wh-whippin'
[02:00.183] Whippin' through north Memphis back in nineteen-ninety-five (Five)
[02:02.369] Screamin', "Mafia!" Had my city hypnotized ('Tized)
[02:05.069] Go stream, "30,000 feet up in the sky" (Sky)
[02:08.182] Dabbin' off her titties, goddamn, time flies
[02:11.130] Whippin' through north Memphis back in nineteen-ninety-five (Five)
[02:14.344] Screamin', "Mafia!" Had my city hypnotized ('Tized)
[02:17.225] Go stream, "30,000 feet up in the sky"
[02:20.119] Dabbin' off her titties, goddamn, time flies (Woo)
[02:23.267] Young niggas, we was gettin' paid
[02:25.603] Runnin' the game like arcade
[02:26.729] Lil' nigga, Juicy been made
[02:28.057] ****in' your mama back stage
[02:29.592] I was getting mine in the streets, some of y'all never came outside
[02:32.376] And I'm still spinnin' that paper back from nineteen-ninety-five
[02:35.740] Woo, woo
[02:37.414] Chicken, chicken
[02:38.290] Woo, woo
[02:38.962] Chicken heads
[02:39.615] Woo, woo
[02:40.391] Chicken, chicken
[02:41.254] Woo, woo
[02:41.851] Chicken heads
[02:42.416] Woo, woo
[02:43.040] Chicken, chicken
[02:43.817] Woo, woo
[02:44.714] (Gonna take the time to say-)
作词 : Jordan Houston III (Juicy J)/Sir Robert Bryson Hall II (Logic)/Daniel Brantley/Dion Norman/Derrick Ordogne/Paul Beauregard/Todd Shaw/Arjun Ivatory (6ix)
作曲 : Jordan Houston III (Juicy J)
Play me some pimpin', man, yeah
Higher than a mother****er, dawg
What's up with Logic? What's good, man?
Hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
We blessed
(What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the **** up!")
Yeah, yeah
Whippin' through West Deer Park
Lookin' for scandalous shorties, only come out after dark
Hit the homie Slaydro for some shit we could spark
Skippin' school, feelin' cool, we did not give a ****
Huh, was never one for the academics
But knew the everyday struggle
Avada Kedavra to all you Muggles
My lane different, too sufficient, my brain different
I'm ill though, fifteen, mastered the skill, though
Since I was working at the supermarket, every week, another new department
'Til I signed my deal with Def Jam in a new apartment
Always wanna change with the times
Number one best seller on the New York Times
But my childhood was riddled with crime
Widdled the rhyme, now I shine
I'm Tarantino in his prime, I'm Jules with the Jerry curl
I'm nothin' without rap like the swine without the pearl
I'm dirty like ****in' your girl just to sell you, I'ma cum in your girl
Thought you was gonna make it as a rapper with no Plan B
I'm so successful, most people can't stand me
Only thing I don't have is a ****in' Grammy
Yeah, but you know that boy nominated
Go ultra Travolta and watch me dominate it
Catch me whippin' through the 'Basas in that Bronco, Logic go blanco, huh
Bumpin' that Pretty Flacko
RattPack come hither, wherever I go
Just a youngin' on his come up tryna make it
To the baddest bitch in the world tannin' by my pool naked
So to the youngin' on his come up listening, boy, you could make it
Whippin' through Gaithersburg, whippin' through West Deer
Whippin' through Germantown, whippin' through Rockville
Whippin' through, whippin' through
Whippin', whippin', wh-whippin'
Whippin' through north Memphis back in nineteen-ninety-five (Five)
Screamin', "Mafia!" Had my city hypnotized ('Tized)
Go stream, "30,000 feet up in the sky" (Sky)
Dabbin' off her titties, goddamn, time flies
Whippin' through north Memphis back in nineteen-ninety-five (Five)
Screamin', "Mafia!" Had my city hypnotized ('Tized)
Go stream, "30,000 feet up in the sky"
Dabbin' off her titties, goddamn, time flies (Woo)
Young niggas, we was gettin' paid
Runnin' the game like arcade
Lil' nigga, Juicy been made
****in' your mama back stage
I was getting mine in the streets, some of y'all never came outside
And I'm still spinnin' that paper back from nineteen-ninety-five
Woo, woo
Chicken, chicken
Woo, woo
Chicken heads
Woo, woo
Chicken, chicken
Woo, woo
Chicken heads
Woo, woo
Chicken, chicken
Woo, woo
(Gonna take the time to say-)