Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

소리


상호 작용


난이도


악센트



인터페이스 언어

ko

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
쿠키 정책   |   지원하다   |   FAQ
1
등록/로그인
Lyrkit

기부하다

5$

Lyrkit

기부하다

10$

Lyrkit

기부하다

20$

Lyrkit

그리고/또는 나를 사회적으로 지지해 주세요. 네트워크:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
The Game

Outside

 

Outside

(앨범: DRILLMATIC Heart vs. Mind - 2022)


Say you from Compton, but you ain't from Compton
I'm Charles Bronson when I swing this Tompson
You call it Bompton, but you ain't from Bompton
Not the way I seen it, you took the scenic
You at the convenient store when it's convenient
Buster ass, nigga don't know the difference between Al to Dina
Pass Hadina, you ain't never got your own kaki's the cleaners
Or seen Serena, swinging them rackets, playing tennis
When I was in my tennis swinging, the ratchet Kendrick
Let me get some matches, walk these niggas by Athens
Park after dark, when niggas get active and shit get bracking
Bunch of westside niggas, writing leftside niggas
Who Notorious for doing shit, just like they Bed-Stuy niggas
I ate at Tams, you got it brought to you
You a bitch, you's a buster, you's a mark, you's a prostitute
Ain't no bullets hit you, they ricocheted off your roof
You could've came outside and still survived, nigga, I'm walking proof

Gotta watch them niggas who only seen the hood from out they window
We was outside
We was putting two Swishas together, smoking chronic in back to back extendos
We was outside ('Side, outside, ha)
I seen dead bodies got pallet holes and the Cutlass from the shotty
Niggas stole my pitbull, I'm 'bout to kill somebody
Still don't know how to hit switches, ain't in none of the hood pictures
We was outside (Yeah)

Suu Whooper, 400 block trooper
Whoever in my way, them bullets shooting through you
Bompton City G, nigga, you a foofer
Fuck with the gang and you gon' learn, I'ma be the tutor
Burgundy bandana flag hanging
Really from the gang, my nigga, audible, this name's ring
Twisting my fingers while the chain's swanging
Like, fuck this rap shit, niggas gangbanging
I'm richer than you niggas, y'all don't want smoke with me
Bulletproof the truck and the shooter's ready to go for me
I fronted niggas work, they ain't pay me, so now, they owing me
Tell 'em, "Don't trip", pass 'em the blick and tell 'em, "Blow for me"
I really from the war, really
I really do a sneak attack, just to up the score
I don't panic, we got a panic room at the crib
Shooter's on the roof, really? You ain't living how I live

Gotta watch them niggas who only seen the hood from out they window
We was outside
We was putting two Swishas together, smoking chronic in back to back extendos
We was outside ('Side, outside, ha)
I seen dead bodies got pallet holes and the Cutlass from the shotty
Niggas stole my pitbull, I'm 'bout to kill somebody
Still don't know how to hit switches, ain't in none of the hood pictures
We was outside (Yeah)

완료

이 노래에 생소한 단어를 모두 추가하셨나요?