Fireman
Sister Sledge「Fireman」はSister Sledgeの曲です, 2007, Pop。長さは3:33, 56 lines / 424 words。
歌詞
0:02Year: 2005
0:04Correct
0:12Uh huh, I'm back what cha, uh whatcha gon do now?
0:50Ain't nobody fuckin with me man, Heatman
0:52Ski Mask spending next weeks cash, he fast
0:55And I don't even need a G pass I'm pass that
0:58I'm passing em out now and you can't have that
1:01And my chain Toucan Sam
1:03That tropical colors you can't match that
1:06Gotta be abstract
1:07You catch my gal legs open betta smash that
1:10Don't be surprise if she ask where the cash at
1:12I see she wearing them jeans that show her butt crack
1:16My girls can't wear that why, that's where my stash at
1:18I put my mack down that's where you lack at
1:21She need her candlelit and I'ma wax that
1:25I rekindle the flame
1:26She remember the name
1:28It's Weezy Baby January December the same
1:30Mama gimme that brain
1:32Mama gimme that good
1:33Cause I'm the fireman
1:35You hear the firetruck
1:49Fresh on campus it's the Birdman Jr
1:51Money too long teachers put away ya rulers
1:54Raw tune not a cartoon
1:57No shirt, tattoos, and some war wounds
2:00I'm hot but the car cool
2:02She wet that's a carpool
2:05Been in that water since a youngin you just shark food
2:08Quick Draw McGraw I went to art school
2:11Yeah the lights is bright but I got a short fuse
2:14Don't snooze
2:15Been handling the game so long my thumb bruise
2:18Ya new girlfriend is old news
2:21Yeen got enough green and she so blue yeah
2:24Cash Money Records where dreams come true
2:27Everything is easy baby leave it up to Weezy Baby
2:31Put it in the pot let it steam let it brew
2:33Now watch it melt don't burn ya self
2:49Ridin' by myself well really not really
2:51So heavy in the trunk make the car pop-a-wheelie
2:54Who? Weezy Baby or call me Young Baby
2:57My money 360, you only 180
3:00Half of the game too lazy
3:02Still sleepin' on me but I'm bout to wake em
3:05Yep! I'm bout to take em to New Orleans and bake em
3:08Yeah it's hot down here take a walk with Satan yeah
3:12Come on mama let The Carter make ya
3:15Toss ya like a fruit salad strawberry-grape ya
3:18They ball when they can and I'm ballin' by nature
3:20Addicted to the game like Jordan and Payton
3:24Yall in a race and me I'm at the finish line
3:27They running for too long it's time to gimme mine
3:30Straight down ya chimney in ya living room is I
3:33Weezy allergic to wintertime... hot
Year: 2005 Correct Uh huh, I'm back what cha, uh whatcha gon do now? Ain't nobody fuckin with me man, Heatman Ski Mask spending next weeks cash, he fast And I don't even need a G pass I'm pass that I'm passing em out now and you can't have that And my chain Toucan Sam That tropical colors you can't match that Gotta be abstract You catch my gal legs open betta smash that Don't be surprise if she ask where the cash at I see she wearing them jeans that show her butt crack My girls can't wear that why, that's where my stash at I put my mack down that's where you lack at She need her candlelit and I'ma wax that I rekindle the flame She remember the name It's Weezy Baby January December the same Mama gimme that brain Mama gimme that good Cause I'm the fireman You hear the firetruck Fresh on campus it's the Birdman Jr Money too long teachers put away ya rulers Raw tune not a cartoon No shirt, tattoos, and some war wounds I'm hot but the car cool She wet that's a carpool Been in that water since a youngin you just shark food Quick Draw McGraw I went to art school Yeah the lights is bright but I got a short fuse Don't snooze Been handling the game so long my thumb bruise Ya new girlfriend is old news Yeen got enough green and she so blue yeah Cash Money Records where dreams come true Everything is easy baby leave it up to Weezy Baby Put it in the pot let it steam let it brew Now watch it melt don't burn ya self Ridin' by myself well really not really So heavy in the trunk make the car pop-a-wheelie Who? Weezy Baby or call me Young Baby My money 360, you only 180 Half of the game too lazy Still sleepin' on me but I'm bout to wake em Yep! I'm bout to take em to New Orleans and bake em Yeah it's hot down here take a walk with Satan yeah Come on mama let The Carter make ya Toss ya like a fruit salad strawberry-grape ya They ball when they can and I'm ballin' by nature Addicted to the game like Jordan and Payton Yall in a race and me I'm at the finish line They running for too long it's time to gimme mine Straight down ya chimney in ya living room is I Weezy allergic to wintertime... hot
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