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[ti:Oldie]
[ar:Odd Future]
[al:The Of Tape Vol. 2]
[by:活在當下]
匹配时间为: 10 分 36 秒 的歌曲
[00:00.00]Odd Future - Oldie
[00:00.55]
[00:01.07]LRC制作：活在當下 QQ：6313827
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[00:02.26]Yo, shout out to everybody that worked on the album
[00:03.22]You feel me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas
[00:06.75]Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left Brizzle
[00:11.12]Shouts out to Domyon, shouts out to Frankie Ocean
[00:15.69]Shouts out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to L-Boy Awk
[00:21.44]
[00:24.75]Big eared bandit is tossing all his manners
[00:27.22]In a bag and wrapping them in seran wrap bandages
[00:29.97]Tossing them in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches
[00:32.66]So when he says "catch up, n*gga" it looks like an accident
[00:35.89]Um, flowing like my pad is the maxiest
[00:38.17]My b*tch white and black like she's been mimicking a panda
[00:40.86]It's the dark skinned n*gga, kissing b*tches in Canada
[00:43.68]Then kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela
[00:46.36]Put her in the chamber all against her Will Chamberlain
[00:49.03]I never had a reason, n*gga, I was just able
[00:51.70]Not a f*cking Logic contradicting d*ck head
[00:54.64]Flyer than an ostrich moshing in a tar pit
[00:57.36]Semen scented cheetah printed tee
[00:60.00]In that 'Preme five panel, I'll repeat it for the season
[01:02.68]Previous items in the present
[01:05.43]With the normal ass past like I cheated on my team
[01:07.66]Man (tried to get that n*gga, but, Golf Wang)
[01:18.52]
[01:19.39]To have some type of knowledge that is one perception
[01:21.78]But knowing you own your opponent is a defeating bonus
[01:24.54]I'm Zeus to a Kronos
[01:25.84]Cartilage cartridge is boneless
[01:27.34]Smiles of cowards in lead showers
[01:29.45]Dead spouses in red blouses
[01:31.23]Children who fled houses on Mustang horses an went jousting
[01:34.74]I'm on my Robin Hood sh*t
[01:36.62]Robbin' in the hood: whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet
[01:39.46]I'm stealing your rings, coke diamonds and your Vet
[01:42.10]Soldiers lace the f*ckin' boot
[01:43.40]And salute like the troop when they shoot you gon' poop
[01:46.17]It's Killhodgy, n*gga, stay the f*ck off my stoop
[01:48.78]And out my Kool aid, juice
[01:51.99]
[01:57.69]Hodgy got the juice, I got the gin
[02:00.20]Jasper got the Henny, my n*gga we get it in
[02:02.92]Wolf Gang party at the hotel
[02:05.91]I call a ho, you call a ho, and all the hoes tell
[02:09.31]You know Left Brain need a freak
[02:11.46]I need a b*tch to go down like a Nitty beat
[02:14.02]Yup, uh, and her ass fat
[02:16.76]Don't be surprised if I ask where the hash at
[02:19.47]N*gga I'm tryin' to smoke, b*tch get higher
[02:22.28]Domo where that Flocka Flame? Talkin' 'bout a lighter
[02:25.28]Still bang salute me or just shoot me
[02:27.45]Cause if you don't salute me then my team will do the shooting
[02:30.07]Yea my n*gga Ace will pull the black jack
[02:33.00]The king Mike G is in the cut with the black mac
[02:35.92]Livin' like the Mafia, b*tch, don't get to slacking up
[02:38.44]And if these haters actin' up, throw 'em in the aqueduct
[02:41.15]Free my n*gga Earl, yo, I don't really ask for much
[02:44.01]But two bad b*tches in front of me cunnilingus
[02:47.46]
[02:56.99]What the f*ck is caution?
[02:58.13]Often I leave you flossin' and cause exes next to coffins
[03:01.86]Lost in translation, the dreams you chase
[03:04.03]Got you diving for the plates like you stealin' home base
[03:07.35]That's great - I'm home alone dreamin' of two on ones
[03:10.63]With Rihanna and Christina Milian, bring it on
[03:13.40]And Travis is in the closet organizing and hangin' the tramp
[03:16.58]Three lettermans that Ace has been makin' him
[03:19.47]No strays while we catchin' matinees, huh?
[03:22.00]I'm gettin' blazed thinking 'bout those days
[03:24.25]I had the top off the GT3 like toupees
[03:27.04]One finger in the air, all's fair when crime pays
[03:29.78]My grand scheme of things
[03:31.64]Is to be attached to the game like b*tches to their wedding rings
[03:35.06]And you don't even need to look
[03:36.66]Cause we gleam obscene in the light
[03:38.36]Ride slow to my yellow diamond shining like the Batman logo over Gotham
[03:41.83]Rock LA to Harlem
[03:44.49]If you say "get 'em Mike G" then I got 'em
[03:47.11]One man squadron, n*gga I'm a problem
[03:49.71]From Briggs I got bars and plans to
[03:51.86]Pimp these Polish b*tches into pop stars
[03:53.74]Humanity kills, we all suffer from insanity still
[03:56.58]And if I said it then it is or it's gonna be real
[03:59.76]OF 'til I OD and I probably will, uh
[04:03.00]
[04:13.37]It's still Mr. Smoke-a-lot-of-pot
[04:15.36]Get your baby mommy popped with my other snobby bop
[04:17.89]Do I love her, prolly not
[04:19.26]Know your sh*t is not as hot as anything I f*ckin' drop
[04:22.09]B*tch I'm in the zone, stand alone, like Macaulay Cock
[04:24.71]I've been runnin' blocks since a snotty tot
[04:27.41]Big wheel was a big deal with the water Glock
[04:30.18]Now I'm all grown, sing songs just to give 'em watts
[04:32.84]Fire what I talk, but still cooler than the otter pop
[04:35.64]Op Dom neck sh*t in your wish list
[04:38.34]Mad sick sh*t, mad d*ck for your b*tches
[04:40.92]On some slick sh*t, your mistress on my hit list
[04:43.73]And I'm lifted 'til I'm stiff out of this b*tch
[04:47.59]Odd in your motherf*ckin' area
[04:49.25]Blood clots give me five feet 'fore I bury ya
[04:51.96]Suicide flow, let the big wave carry ya
[04:54.61]Tyler got the mask like he held Jim Carey up
[04:57.49]And f*ck your team, ho n*gga wassup
[05:00.31]Wolf Gang so you know we not givin' no f*cks
[05:03.13]You know me dog, I'ma chill in the cut so I can
[05:05.93]Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up
[05:08.41]
[05:14.82](Get me a Persian rug where the center looks like Galaga)
[05:18.81]
[05:19.45]Rent a super car for a day
[05:21.00]Drive around with your friends, smoke a gram of that haze
[05:23.74]Bro, easy on the ounce, that's a lot for a day
[05:26.20]But just enough for a week, my n*gga what can I say
[05:29.02]I'm hi and I'm bye, wait I mean I'm straight
[05:32.13]I'ma get you this wine, the runner just brought the grapes
[05:34.68]My brother give it some time, Morris, and Day
[05:37.27]'Course you know the vibe's as fly as the rhymes
[05:40.07]On the song, cut and you could sample the feel
[05:42.96]Headphone bleed, make this sh*t sound real
[05:45.73]Used to work the grill, fatburger and fries
[05:48.48]Then I made a mil and them psychics was liars
[05:51.12]Now, how many f*ckin' crystal balls can I buy and own
[05:54.60]Humble old me had to flex for the fogs
[05:57.23]Down in Muscle Beach pumpin' iron and bone
[05:59.96]Bumpin' oldies off my cellular phone
[06:04.63]Yea, bumpin' oldies off my cellular phone
[06:11.13]Bumpin' oldies off my cellular phone
[06:13.60]
[06:15.56]Goddammit, this rapping is stupid and it's hard
[06:19.35]Gotta do it over and over and over again but here I go
[06:24.76]Hey it's Jasper, not even a rapper
[06:27.28]Only on this beat to make my racks grow faster
[06:30.06]Got a TV show, so I guess I'm an actor
[06:32.64]Pot head, half baked, lookin' like Chappelle
[06:35.45]Rollin' up a blunt with that fire from hell
[06:38.07]Still ignorant, still hit a b*tch
[06:40.77]Wolf Gang, n*gga, so I still don't give a sh*t
[06:43.51]Catch me in the back with Miley on my lap
[06:46.18]Bong rips as I feel on that little b*tch cat
[06:48.99]Hah, n*gga came through with a 9 bar real quick
[06:52.90]Just for the b*tches, little bit of money in my pocket
[06:55.64]F*ck it, Wolf Gang
[06:57.41]
[06:59.96]Yeah, f*ck that
[07:08.79]Look, the contrast is a pair of lips
[07:11.27]Swallowin' syrup and settin' fires to sheriffs whip
[07:14.47]F*ckin' all American terrorist
[07:16.56]Crushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a f*ckin' carrot stick
[07:19.48]And me? I just spent a year Ferrisin'
[07:21.95]And lost a little sanity to show you what hysterics is
[07:24.55]Spit to the lips meet the bottom of a barrel
[07:27.33]So that sterile piss flow remind these n*ggas where embarrassed is
[07:30.51]Narrow, tight line, might impair him
[07:33.34]Since I made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type
[07:36.06]Pharaoh f*ckin' pillow tear wearin' pack of parasite
[07:38.23]Threw his own youth off the roof after paradise
[07:40.97]Ladidadi back in here to f*ck the party up
[07:43.78]Raiding fridges, tipping over vases with a tommy gun
[07:46.51]Never dollars, pop would make it rain hockey pucks
[07:49.47]60 day chips from f*ckin' awesome anonymous
[07:52.30]Call him bloated 'til he show them that the flow deluxe
[07:55.06]Off the wall loafers, four loko, and a cobra clutch
[07:57.58]Vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho' to pose his drum
[08:00.82]Let me hit him, hit it with a stick until the ho was numb
[08:03.14]Culprit of the potent punch
[08:04.45]Scolding hot as dunking scrotum in a Folgers cup - or Nevada
[08:07.97]Driving drunk inside a stolen truck
[08:09.70]Sh*tting like his colon bust
[08:11.03]Belly full of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum
[08:13.88]Supernova, I'm rollin' over the novices
[08:16.53]I'm roamin' through the forest and spittin' cold as the porridge is
[08:19.33]Stay gold 'til the case closed and the story end
[08:21.95]Post mortem porkin' this rap sh*t and record it
[08:24.61]To escort it to the morgue again
[08:26.02]Lord of lips, bored of this
[08:27.39]Forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list
[08:30.19]Stormin' the gate, who's sure in the base, scorching ladies
[08:33.49]Motherf*ckers soarin', torso and face
[08:35.24]Get at me with savages, have a pack of Apache
[08:38.05]Indian pack of n*ggas who don't give a f*ck if we nasty as flatulence
[08:41.64]As a matter of fact, your swagger is tacky so see me you can't
[08:44.38]Like crunchy black cats in a taxi
[08:46.26]Back like lateral passing
[08:49.10]With that motherf*cking gladiator manner of rapping
[08:51.74]As an addict I let percocets and xannies relax me
[08:54.88]Fall back if your paddies is Maxi
[08:56.78]Please
[08:57.77]
[09:09.22]OF, sh*t that's all I got
[09:11.00]From my bigger brother Frankie to my little brother Tac
[09:14.06]From that father figure Clancy to that skatey n*gga Naks
[09:16.73]Shredding down 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the f*ckin' block
[09:19.63]Storefront, knee tat
[09:21.45]Book cover is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks
[09:25.55]And grip tape... and my shoes
[09:28.61]Um, I was 15 when I first drew that donut
[09:32.73]5 years later, for our label yea we own it
[09:35.43]I started an empire, I ain't even old enough
[09:38.35]To drink a f*ckin' beer, I'm tipsy off this soda pop
[09:41.78]This is for the niggers in the suburbs
[09:43.69]And the white kids with n*gga friends who say the n-word
[09:46.51]And the ones that got called weird, fag, b*tch, nerd
[09:49.47]Cause you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Steven Spielberg
[09:53.23]They say we ain't actin' right
[09:54.90]Always try to turn our f*ckin' color into black and white
[09:57.27]But they'll never change 'em, never understand 'em
[10:00.07]Radical's my anthem, turn my f*ckin' amps up
[10:02.91]So instead of critiquing and b*tching, being mad as f*ck
[10:05.90]Just admit, not only are we talented, we're rad as f*ck
[10:09.46]B*tches
[10:10.51]
[10:15.97]OFM, bangin' on your FM
[10:21.05]Gnaw, 2011, yea
[10:30.55]Golf Wang
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[10:32.41]LRC By Time 2012.04.14 21：20
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