Question

求一首歌的歌词 !拜托~~

Sterling Simms - Doin’ Dat Dere
这首歌真的很好听
可我想知道歌词 麻烦``
重谢.

Answer 1

Yo, Medasyn starts. First the political son, Zuz Rock. Den, I will do. Yo. See anybody wanna checks me on dis? Be like most dese kids who chuck sh*t S*ck record company head. Frost P, I keep it, nuh-uh. Still bills I'm payin', still for mils I'm prayin' In the meanwhile, I stayed me and wait, De life ain't great, But's better than the jobs from state, For makin' it, mate, just a Q and A. Still ghetto wit de mind of a needle A cricket in the cheater, Draw a nine millimeter up. Makin it, 'caine. If I get shifty, never reven' eddy Ain't life, but I stay in de game Den dat police cruiser say: "Ain't you the little -- ?" Frame my brain to the game But I let you know de whistle (tweet) Same issue, I move like a video on jerk. Steady, walk forward in my Timberland boots And I still ready to shoot, you need proof? Shall we? Any time, Fuck I'm able. I never get signed! More time, Niggas wanna leave me behind. Tell me to put my name on de dotted line. Ya find, when ye ** contracts to de street Come around, will you? In the last two weeks, you're too weak. I still represent Hays Town. Though it's my proximity, my boy face down. Murder mans, like a f*n greyhound Quit runnin' in de bank, til yer laid down. Style to the manner, got a place in the manor Like a .38, always come back to the man-ner. That's grammar. Use your bank, big like de clamps. You versus me equals my car trunk. Lissen up -- Zuz, Frost P, eyes frosty, Dat Meda camp, kills MCs softly Like lure in, we got shots from foreign. And you don't wanna f*k wiv my side, fool Lissen up -- Zuz, Frost P, eyes frosty, Dat Meda camp, kills MCs softly Like lure in, we got shots from foreign. And you don't wanna f*k wiv my side, fool Yo, this is Shystie . . . Yeh, SOV, Lady Sovereign, I'm wid Shystie. Let's take dese boys out, yah? I'm on it, boy-eh. . .Let's battle . . . Show dese guys what we're worth, big boy, 'Cos I know, see, I can spit ... Let's show dem. A'right! Yo, dere's suttin, I got one bad habit, When those streets step to me, I won't have it, 'Specially people like you and you an . . . Dat's okay, now when I come through Come up de light's in de low power, Remember de time when you got slaughtered, Beef? Cos' no, it's just an argument Words they is jerkin' in de House of Parliament. Wid out de words, wid out de verbs Little boys left on de kerb. People, lift dem up before dey get hurt. But their heart rate stop (beeep) When they have just learned Dat I'm above de flow Leave yer mind in high-low Like de center of a polo, push Can't enter his height when I'm so low, Yah, yeh don't know, so -- None a yer words can hurt me, fool. None a yer combats mean f*k, fool. Nuffin' you say can hurt me, fool. I feel bad, pity for you. Rue the lack of sense. That's yer ish-ing dat does dis. Where yer car? harhar! A domestic life Devil promotion of sickness (hwack) An illness? Anyone listenin' is a witness. Helpless lady -- I never written dis. Let's get on wid de quick busi-ness. S.O.V. dot, dot... lyricists can get us dis? -- No. Hup-two-three-four, I'm goin' to war, To win -- I leave the runner-up sore. (ow!) I'm raw, like uncut meat, That's why I'm in de hole, Dat why I flak it, I'm a treat -- I'm deep. But my face looks sweet! Sweet enough to fool yeh 'bout my greed. Waltz it to where dem don't sleep, Yah, now creep! Yo, lissen up to Sovereign and me, Shystie! The Meda camp's deep, and they never stopped we Spittin' lyrics in your face, you can't keep up de pace So you don't wanna f*k wiv our side, fool! Yo, lissen up to Sovereign and me, Shystie! The Meda camp's deep, and they never stopped we Spittin' lyrics in your face, you can't keep up de pace So you don't wanna f*k wiv our side, fool! Ha! So, let's show dese boys what time it is. I'm showin' you, Dey don't know about how us gurrls sspit, yeh. Let's show dem how we keep it rill. Let's show dem what de deal is. Let's show dem what time it is. Shystie! Let's go! Oi! 'ey, lissen up, Don't get f*ked up wiv a tabaco, fool, durin' PMS, Cos' my mood swings get yeh in a state of distress. And the lyrical Shakespeare doesn't ever test Doesn't spit about a rattle man's chest Accordings to dese angles, if dere was a circle Yeh! -- play, boy, but I know my swivin' hurt you. I take you for a joke, so you get laffed at (haha) Yer a basic MC, boy. I'm done -- past it. Cos' my microphone sample is in de silence, Leaving, yeh suddenly need stabilizing. Yeh wanted to better me just like an idiot. But I'll show everyone (sure!) here dat yerr not ready yet. I need a body bag, body back in a closed hearse. Leff it in de church, can I really get worse? Cannot rilly know dat I jes silly caught, seen me But I'm still here, cos' I moved out de window. Goin' to make havoc -- spit til I choke. How could anyone ever better me for a joke. See de tick-tock? on de body clock, sh*t don't stop. If you wanna come and drop a lyric, there is no top. But if you had it, you still couldn't rhyme You still couldn't write (nah) in beat to dis time So you never get close enough to me to attack. You take two steps forward, but three steps back. Cos' I'm daily separatin' mens day by day, No self-esteem? Meditate and don't think of it, Unless its how I'll make you lose your confidence. Even how you spittin on dis track is never-never lan'. ish -- you. can't. spit. and. it's. better. dat. you. quit. leave. it. to Shystie. that. spits. hot toxic. but -- you member how we's doin' all? yeh! right! hah hah! Yo, lissen up to Sovereign and me, Shystie! The Meda camp's deep, and they never stopped we Spittin' lyrics in your face, you can't keep up de pace So you don't wanna f*k wiv our side, fool! Yo, lissen up to Sovereign and me, Shystie! The Meda camp's deep, and they never stopped we Spittin' lyrics in your face, you can't keep up de pace So you don't wanna f*k wiv our side, fool! Yo! This is it! heh hah haa! The beef's kickin' off now! (s'fun now) Frost P! Bruce Grove N17. Z-U! Let's take down these duck birds. (nice) Yo, I used both of dese girls back Like pick-up sexin', before de beef is on. And your Miss Dynamite Impressions ain't botherin' no one. So thanks for naught. Get yer own slogan! Take that! Matter of fact, get off de track. I'm too classy to go back-to-back Wiv your average hood-rats. What you know about markin' yer game Up yer walls? Nuffin. Spittin crap at yer sympathizers. (nuffin!) Treat yeh frauds like Kit-Kat -- "Give 'em a break!" Cos' yer unknown and fake, Cos' yer bound to hate. Dey wanna beee like us!! (I know) But they're featherweight, And I'm a heavyweight. Eatin' MCs like ready-break. If that's the case, imagine when it gets skipped. Slap quick and exit. (huh huh) And home it crept. Must be men! 'Cos you had the boobs to steppin' into a rep But you get blazed off de set. Trustin' if you be Lady Sovereign, get bits in de hedges. Don't to trust get me in da stakes. Even wif Gab's compressor, ya still sound lesser. So don't get it twisted, girls -- you aint better. Man, I take down your whole 'hood wiv my full wood. You hear de way I flow, and you rilly wish you could. Never dat! Too many rhymes, too many lines. For the amateurs like you, I ain't got de time. Lissen up -- Zuz, Frost P, eyes frosty, Dat Meda camp, kills MCs softly Like lure in, we got shots from foreign. And you don't wanna f*k wiv my side, fool Lissen up -- Zuz, Frost P, eyes frosty, Dat Meda camp, kills MCs softly Like lure in, we got shots from foreign. And you don't wanna f*k wiv my side, fool heh heh. Yah, dese gurls can't be serious! Frost, are these gurls serious, man? They better f*kin' reco'nize what time it is, Before we clean their clocks. R-O-C? -- yep. I spit sick rhymes, stars Better den yours, times ten. I rhyme couple time, I punish you in line, You could never take Zuz for a spin. 'Cos this isn't nevah-nevah I'm tougher dan evah. My vendetta is simply payback Write lyrics wiv no pen, no paper. Hate-ers never prosper. (yep) So get lost like cheese down a sofa. Gabi doesn't matter to me. 'Cos if Shystie is on battlin' me She's ready to see, R.O. is old school Like bullet-hole jeans (whew) -- when de bullet goes in I used to shop work to get a gold fing. For sure, I'm talkin', my fro's clean. Yo, my 'fro's clean, just like the po sheets Better listen up when R.O. speaks. So all of my worrds are hurrrtin' you. And yer broke down, sound like dudes. Why would not you got a better fing to do? Easy to cure you hos, I won't lose. ZU-ZU! In the MC game, I put a lame MC to shame. You've only got yourself to blame. Tame your voice when you talk big (or my sh*t will) I kill your little kids like mornin'-after pills -- So chill. When you walked in, I met ends, it's not happenin'. I still strappin' my nine, I still rappin' part time. Lemme up, I take ye back de hallways. Ye don't wanna see me take it back to old days -- I favored Frost P like a maniac. (he's great) 'Cos I'm back, I show you where the f*ks izzat. I'm still one of a kind, win de war wiv me? Killed twenty-two (22.) MCs, Dem wanna make it twenty-three (23!). Lissen up -- Zuz, Frost P, eyes frosty, Dat Meda camp, kills MCs softly Like lure in, we got shots from foreign. And you don't wanna f*k wiv my side, fool Lissen up -- Zuz, Frost P, eyes frosty, Dat Meda camp, kills MCs softly Like lure in, we got shots from foreign. And you don't wanna f*k wiv my side, fool I'll clue you, hands tied behind my fat*ss No lies, I won't even close my eyes. Turn aroun', when my back faced In yer face, it's replaced. Spit my lyrics in yer face like mace. Yo, my eyes -------- I pity de fool who will sell it Like dresser, uh huh. I be de midget in de middle Wot right about now (yo) But can you do a little? Rose, never stoppin'. I called de rolls, twenty years old. I still hopin' to bust wiv de chop hoss boss. We stop -- if accused, we just rush past. Educated, but yep, I still bank last! See, I'm renegade. Roll wid de R.O.C., Plus, we fully stocked wid de nine milli 'Cos we hot and den it's a Harvard Deres offa banned and a filly, I f*kin chopped Pokemon, car trunk kitty. A lotta people know Shystie de renegade, I keep glasses by de bottle, but I stock lemonade. So -- don't get twisted, 'cos I'm not Shy. Give a bad look, get a right hook in yer eye! Fat man dat pull scares like anthrax Leave a boy lookin, zip is lips wit' Tampax! Wit my accent, jack all de lime off de track. Make a used door sound like "Oh dear, Maxwell" Still -- Huffing and puffing and bluffing And not on a double to nuttin'. I doubled up when I f*d yer girlfriend, Double to double, when I doubled de barrel, R.O. dubbed it, so you won't be into lurin' Yeh dont wanna look in my eye, fool! My lyrics see people dat cry, fool! Yeh'll see black and white, Like a black tie ball, so --

Answer 2

Intro:

yup, yup
ladies and gentlemen yup hahah
sounds is in the building yup yup
shouts to all the ladies
young sterling is right here
ooohohh ohhhoh
we'll have fun this time
ohhooh oohohoh

verse 1:

single ladies how ya doin? (yeahh)
im dedicatin this one to you
so hit the bar and get you a drink (yeah)
tell the bartender its on me

Hook:

if you gotta job
and drive ya own car
you aint gotta man but
you shinin like a star
(tell me baby)
body so sick
cant nobody tell you nothin

Chorus:

i like the way she
doin that there, doin that there, doin that there yeahh
i like the way she
doin that there, doin that there, doin that there yeahh
she doin like...
ooohhhhh
doin that there yeahh
she got me like
oooohhhhh
(ohh baby girl)
doin that there

Verse 2:

hey where ya goin shawty whats ya name
nobody tryna keep you from your friends
but i only wanted one conversation
so let me know how i can see you again
cause you soo fly
i can make you fly
i showed up in this clun
and your the reason whyy
shawty who you wit, body so sick
cant nobody tell you nuttin

Chorus:
i like the way she
doin that there, doin that there, doin that there yeahh
i like the way she
doin that there, doin that there, doin that there yeahh
she doin like...
ooohhhhh
doin that there yeahh
she got me like
oooohhhhh
(ohh baby girl)
doin that there

Bridge:
baby your killin me
just wanna let you know
girl your the reason why this right here
is my favorite song
keep representin me
love how you do it girl
show em the way you put on (X2)

Chorus:
i like the way she
doin that there, doin that there, doin that there yeahh
i like the way she
doin that there, doin that there, doin that there yeahh
she doin like...
ooohhhhh
doin that there yeahh
she got me like
oooohhhhh
(ohh baby girl)
doin that there

Outro:
ooohhhhh
(yup, yup)
ooohhhhhh
(yup, yup, yup)
that there yeah yeah
YES SIR!
uhh yeah
yup, yup
we out this bitch
yup, yup
(where would the music be without sounds?)