B-Boy Stance - Brisk Fingaz & Stro

Wake up in the morning この目の前に景色望む方に そりゃ44階この通りPenthouse 腰掛けるソファーはCassina すするスムージーと勝利 その辺の服屋じゃ正味 敵わねぇItem揃うWardrobeに Haculla, CH, YSL, HM, Bagarch, PD, CD, LV, GC Everybody理解し難い 映画みてぇに派手な俺のふるまい モルガンにUBS口座のリアリティ Shoppingに4桁"へ"じゃねぇメンタリティ Range, Jaguar, G-WagonにBentley アルファードの中でどのKeyを手に取る？ 乗りこなすプレッシャーをこの背に ラップでビル ゲトる奴いる？ Let me know Chillin' in da club in my B-Boy stance Playin' with my homie like a movie star どこを切り取ろうがB-Boy stance PusherのCellyみたくWe don't Stop Everyday running for the play life Steppin' on the city I'm a klife 媚びと仲間は売らない 自分で決めるからDiceは振らない NikeみたくCheckするぜこのGame Come on Matsumoto step like a soul train ×××××や×××××××よりDopeな光景 このウィット込める45口径 昔はWindow shopper いつも同じKicks 今じゃパリまで呼ばれるFashion Week FGから届く俺のSuits けれど忘れない俺達のRoots 派手な花でも根をはるUnderground Me & My homies 真似出来ないやり方 俺の前じゃやめとけよFlex お前がB××××でも朝にはShow me respect Chillin' in da club in my B-Boy stance Playin' with my homie like a movie star どこを切り取ろうがB-Boy stance PusherのCellyみたくWe don't Stop This is how we do it man That's my B-Boy Stance. You know what it is 聞こえの良いアクション 現実にしたいフィクション 歌でなり切る事も自由だしタダ But we don't wanna be like that 俺んたは背伸びなんかしねぇありのまま We don't Front you know mean That's our B-Boy Stance You should know that

Will you stop the scratching and give me a beat Ladies and Gentlemen, I'd like to introduce the high hat, go on That's good Now the tambourine, right now DJ Who's that gigolo on the street With his hands in his pockets and his crocodile feet Hanging off the curb, looking all disturbed At the boys from home, they all came running They were making noise, manhandling toys That's the girls on the block with the nasty curls Wearing padded bras, sucking beers through straws Dropping down their drawers, where did you get yours Gigolo, huh, sukka Gigolo, gigolo, huh, sukka Who's looking good today Who's looking good in every way No style rookie You better watch don't mess with me No money man could win my love It's sweetness that I'm thinking of We always hang in a Buffalo Stance We do the dive every time we dance I'll give you love baby not romance I'll make a move nothing left to chance So don't you get fresh with me Get funky Yeah Timmy Tell it like it is, baby Check out this DJ So you say you wanted money but you know it's never funny When your shoe's worn through and there's a rumble in your tummy But you had to have style get a gold tooth smile Put a girl on the corner so you can make a pile Committed a crime and went inside It was coming your way but you had to survive When you lost your babe, you lost the race Now you're looking at me to take her place Who's looking good today Who's looking good in every way No style rookie You better watch don't mess with me No money man could win my love It's sweetness that I'm thinking of We always hang in a Buffalo Stance We do the dive every time we dance I'll give you love baby not romance I'll make a move nothing left to chance So don't you get fresh with me Smokin', not cokin', get funky sax Looking good, hanging with the wild bunch Looking good in a Buffalo Stance Looking good when it comes to the crunch Looking good's a state of mind State of mind, don't look behind you State of mind, or you'll be dead State of mind, may I remind you Bomb the bass, rock this place What is he like What's he like anyway Yo' man what do you expect, the guy's a gigolo man You know I mean No moneyman can win my love It's sweetness that I'm thinking of We always hang in a Buffalo Stance We do the dive every time we dance I'll give you love baby not romance I'll make a move nothing left to chance So don't you get fresh with me No moneyman can win my love It's sweetness that I'm thinking of We always hang in a Buffalo Stance We do the dive every time we dance I'll give you love baby not romance I'll make a move nothing left to chance So don't you get fresh with me Wind on my face, sound in my ears Water from my eyes and you on my mind As I sink, diving down deep, deeper into your soul No moneyman can win my love It's sweetness that I'm thinking of No moneyman can win my love It's sweetness that I'm thinking of No moneyman can win my love No moneyman can win my love No moneyman can win my love No moneyman can win my love No moneyman

You shoulda seen how a nigga pulled up in the ride In the ride, in the ride Got two motherfuckers wanna fight me outside Fight me outside, fight me outside You shoulda seen how a nigga pulled up in the ride In the ride, in the ride Got two motherfuckers wanna fight me outside Fight me outside, fight me outside I just do my dance and cuff my pants And twist my fingers with my hands I just do my dance and cuff my pants And twist my fingers with my hands I just do my dance and cuff my pants And twist my fingers with my hands I just do my dance and cuff my pants And twist my fingers with my hands Why all these rap niggas wanna be bloods? Never see 'em in the hood, only see 'em in the club As Snaz snuck in with the snub, and I just left the block Had the homies say I'm dumb What's up with that shit? Nigga, I don't fuck with that shit I'm 'bout to pull a Suge Knight and press the issue on sight The real bloods either check, or we on your ass I'm with the sleeve flamed up, but I woke up in my Polos I rock a low cutting with my socks like a cholo I coulda got a ghost, but I went and got a low low This copying-off you, rap niggas, is a no-no I can hop out solo, tucked is a 4-4 I probably need three more, 'cause these niggas is emo And see my altitude, I have an attitude But I'm a solid ass nigga, what you niggas mad at me for? You shoulda seen how a nigga pulled up in the ride In the ride, in the ride Got two motherfuckers wanna fight me outside Fight me outside, fight me outside You shoulda seen how a nigga pulled up in the ride In the ride, in the ride Got two motherfuckers wanna fight me outside Fight me outside, fight me outside I just do my dance and cuff my pants And twist my fingers with my hands I just do my dance and cuff my pants And twist my fingers with my hands I just do my dance and cuff my pants And twist my fingers with my hands I just do my dance and cuff my pants And twist my fingers with my hands Do your dance YG, do your dance Do your dance YG, do your dance Do your dance YG, do your dance Do your dance YG, do your dance Do your dance YG, do your dance Do your dance YG, do your dance Do your dance YG, do your dance Do your dance YG, do your dance Hold up, I really got something to say I'm the only one who made it out the west without Dre I'm the only one that's 'bout what he say The only one that got hit and was walking the same day I tried to pop first, got popped back Got hit in the hip, couldn't pop back Pass me y'all Buddha strap You know we pop that, so please Don't call me no rap nigga (why?) 'Cause I be in the spot strapped nigga All facts, nigga, I don't wax, nigga You put Compton, I put Bompton on the map, nigga I heard they wanna do a background check I got a mil in the cut, that's a background check (Damn) And watch how they count my pockets And get mad when I hit them with the "I ain't got it" Gave you the game, now you think you popping Alright, fuck y'all, I'm out, I'm out, I'm out You shoulda seen how a nigga pulled up in the ride In the ride, in the ride Got two motherfuckers wanna fight me outside Fight me outside, fight me outside You shoulda seen how a nigga pulled up in the ride In the ride, in the ride Got two motherfuckers wanna fight me outside Fight me outside, fight me outside I just do my dance and cuff my pants And twist my fingers with my hands I just do my dance and cuff my pants And twist my fingers with my hands I just do my dance and cuff my pants And twist my fingers with my hands I just do my dance and cuff my pants And twist my fingers with my hands Do your dance YG, do your dance Do your dance YG, do your dance Do your dance YG, do your dance Do your dance YG, do your dance Do your dance YG, do your dance Do your dance YG, do your dance Do your dance YG, do your dance Do your dance YG, do your dance