《In Da Wind》是演唱的歌曲，收錄於專輯《In Da Wind》中。
基本介紹
- 外文名：In Da Wind
- 所屬專輯：In Da Wind
- 歌曲原唱：Trick Daddy
- 歌曲語言：英語
歌曲歌詞
Hah, That＇s just the sound of the Hen＇.. True Story..(Dade, Dade, Dade, Dade) Ya＇ll know we called.. Thank God for the thugs too...(Buddy Roe)
Drop the top and let the sunshine in With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen＇ It＇s quite alright, with the dro in the wind, With the ＇dro in the wind
I＇m a ol＇ sneaky, ol＇ freaky, ol＇ geechy-a** ni**a Collard green, neckbone-eatin-a** ni**a Always wearin my jeans baggy style You know Florida, Georgia, South Cackalack Growed up eatin spam sandwiches Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich Share the room with bout four mo＇ brothers But one home for ＇em and wattn＇t no mo＇ covers A little bad motherf**ker (ah-ha) Always rude and always in trouble None of my teachers ain＇t like me (uh-huh) But make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo＇ like me If you growed up the way I did You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids (Ooooooohh!) Trick love the kids
Drop the top and let the sunshine in With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen＇ It＇s quite alright, with the dro in the wind, With the ＇dro in the wind
Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that b**ch (uh-huh) Candy apple green, niggaz lovin this sh*t (lovin this sh*t) And wait a minute, I＇ll act a fool Ya don＇t like how I＇m livin? B**ch f**k you (uh-huh) That＇s right I＇m a rude-a** ni**a Quick to do you, cut a fool-a** ni**a Weighin＇ in at bout a buck six-five And a ni**a can f**k, plus the boy gets live (that＇s right) You know legs, wings, and short thighs (short thighs) Eat ＇em up, beat ＇em up, then switch sides
Hot whore work her con-con, Valor to the floor He oughta enjoy, with the loaded four-four Be sure and acquire more ＇fore ya f**k with mine Disrespect; I＇ll disconnect ya line With a sick SWAT, when shit＇s hot, ya get shot The fire, the fury, ya f**k with it not Ya stoppin the grace, get out my space and my - face Fore me and M.I.A. (miami) lay down the whole place Recognize, this is the verbalize Surprise, f**kin with me wrong way to wise ni**a Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds Big ol＇ bankrolls, that＇s all a ni**a knows Throw yo＇ elbows, I＇m sicker than I suppose Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze You know how it goes, these young niggaz don＇t want it like this Go off and get yo＇ gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast! So pass, outlast, bout cash Mo＇ sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo＇ scrilla Come clean, lookin mean, but you ain＇t no killa! (Oooooooooh!) (Trick love the kids!)
Drop the top and let the sunshine in With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen＇ It＇s quite alright, with the dro in the wind, With the ＇dro in the wind
Look at what we got; the rims and all the ＇dro The ＇dro and all the smoke, my throat, it makes me choke Like a serial killer was squeezin on my throat box In the cluthces of danger but not a stranger on the block Is it the cheeferry reefer beat blowin my chest up? Beat right from the club try my best not to mess up A professor of this lyrical thang, I＇ll take the purist strain Of this slang and inject it into your veins Did your heart stop man? Drop-top fame Aviator shades with a rear front face Movin through the dirty at a slow pimps pace Kinda like the turtle and the rabbit in the race To the finish line, I jump the pair of Reeboks So bright, so fresh, snow white but no socks Then I slipped on some of that O with the wind I＇m bustin straight out the path like a three piece Of va-lac-tic, before you slack it You gotta prepare it and mack it, when your jack it over tragic Not intended for any illegal purposes＇ It＇s like anthrax and small pox in surplus to murder us (Ya gotsta understand Trick love the kids!) (Trick love the kids!)
Drop the top and let the sunshine in With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen＇ It＇s quite alright, with the dro in the wind, With the ＇dro in the wind
