《I Shot Ya》是LL Cool J演唱的歌曲，由Jean Claude Olivier、James Todd Smith、James Brown、Lyn Collins作詞作曲，收錄於《Mr. Smith (Explicit)》專輯中。
基本介紹
- 外文名：I Shot Ya
- 所屬專輯：Mr. Smith (Explicit)
- 歌曲原唱：LL Cool J
- 填詞：Jean Claude Olivier、James Todd Smith、James Brown、Lyn Collins
- 譜曲：Jean Claude Olivier、James Todd Smith、James Brown、Lyn Collins
- 發行日期：1995年11月21日
歌曲歌詞
Play this one
Hold up I'm play this one
Down uh
Check it check it check it
Uh uh
Check it check it check it
I oh well check it check it check it
Jack masters
Check it check it check it
For everybody now
Check it check it check it
Oh my n***as now
Check it check it check it
Yeah we but service won't up nice now I mean
Word up check it
I shot ya
I'm splittin' brothers open like a Doctor
Ya fell asleep the vampire teeth got'cha
I drop ya down in boilin' acid
Ya melt like plastic elastic is drastic
Violations room vibrations son
Cock the hammer let the uncle give 'em one
Done take a flick of a wicked lunatic
Puttin' hits on your clique got'cha wife in turnin' tricks
What you don't wanna I thought that you was bawlin'
Now watch 'cause I cock ya love ya girlies fallin'
Uh what's my function lyrical injection
Blazin' n***as hittin' 'em raw with no protection
I take advantage
Ya fear me I'm doin' damage
Ya hear me
The whole scenario is dreary
M c's is gettin' wet up in the game
I meet you up in Memphis just call my name
I shot ya
Ya want to
Ya want to
Ya want to hit give me a hour
Plus a pen and a pad
I shot ya
Ya want to
Ya want to
Ya want to hit give me a hour
Plus a pen and a pad
I shot ya uh
I got ya strap to the stagin'
Trapped in a cagin toe kissin' a cajun
Ya mob's locked down underneath the surface
Ya gettin' nervous for talkin' s**t with no purpose
Laced up mind charmer mad drama
What goes around comes around not around farmers
Silence sh very deadly
Come and battle let me add you to my medley
Possessin' power takin' everything I can grasp
Go get it now why you always dwellin' on the past
Baby boys reminiscin' old school s**t
Young fools get dicked L L rules the s**t
With a platinum fist the relentless abyss
I take you to a land where piranhas like to kiss
Massacre muah blowin' up the tour bus passengers
Chuckin' the color outta cartoon character
Ya get serious
Real n***as recognize what my theory is
I shot ya
Ya want to
Ya want to
Ya want to hit give me a hour
Plus a pen and a pad
I shot ya
Ya want to
Ya want to
Ya want to hit give me a hour
Plus a pen and a pad
I shot ya
Ya want to
Ya want to
Ya want to uh uh uh uh
Ya want to
Ya want to
Ya want to uh uh uh uh
Uh uh uh oh lookin' kinda leery
Ya clique thought I fell off they didn't want to hear me
Oh really now tell me how long have you been whinin'
Sixteen years twenty million albums yeah you're climbin'
I love your joint rock the bells it was mad hot
Ya record 'bout the radio was blowin' up my spot
My girl was on your chip when you flipped I need love
Your backseat count set was mad butter son
I loved your boomin' system it was wicked as could be
You bad now I'm writin' on your pink cookies
And you had me screamin' mama said knock ya out
Ya jinglin' baby no doubt
Uh talk to me uh uh become a zombie walk to me
Ain't a M C alive who fought with me
Y'nah mean man rock it
Easy does it
I gotta pluck it like buzzards
I shot ya
Ya want to
Ya want to
Ya want to hit give me a hour
Plus a pen and a pad
I shot ya
Ya want to
Ya want to
Ya want to hit give me a hour
Plus a pen and a pad
Ya want to
Ya want to
Ya want to hit give me a hour
Plus a pen and a pad
I shot ya
Ya want to
Ya want to
Ya want to hit give me a hour
Plus a pen and a pad
Ya want to
Ya want to
Ya want to hit give me a hour
Plus a pen and a pad
Ya want to
Ya want to
Ya want to hit give me a hour
Plus a pen and a pad
