文本歌词

The Drummer (Explicit) - Method Man/Trife Da God/Ghostface Killah/Street Life
I don't want the horns blowing
I don't want the streets to play a melody
(yeah it's hip hop it's hip hop)
I don't want to hear the good time is coming
Don't want to hear the voices in back of me
I'm not gonna hear it I don't want the drummer
Awwwww Meth Tical yo you stepped on my corns and sh*t
Got the charm lit bomb wrist what type of arm is this
I seen you at the Grammy's with a triple Bar Mitz'
Can I kick it (Hell No )
That's why she got hair in her elbows and she real slow
And a every two weeks she gotta see her P O
She's a disgrace to signs she f**k it up for Leos
Method Man (Toney Starks) the most important M C in the whole wide world
Is you and you hardly even know it know it know it
Watch me shock the world move the masses like a landslide
It's a literal stickup everybody's (hands high)
See the bigger picture I'm out for the grand prize
I'm not a role player senor I'm the franchise
Aiyo with Trife sweatin' every bullet is life threatenin'
And you could get a chest full of slugs in a slight second
Yo my nine milli' pistol's really official
So you can Analyze That like DeNiro and Billy Crystal
Aiyo it's Ghost with the sky blue kufi smashin' groupies
Leavin' them fiend out like New Jack's Pookie
Every line is like ninety nine dimes
Shrine auditorium rap aquarium's in my wall in the back
Now that you know my name niggaz know my game
If you feel me then you know my pain
I seen you rap dudes done stole my slang try'nna hold my fame
Ain't even strong enough to hold my thang
Wanna flow f**k with me though baby I'mma try'nna see dough
My squad got them caught in the yard screamin' for C O
Every time we blow it raise the prize on the padrico
Ya'll niggaz shoot your guns like Shaq shootin' a free throw
Spark the fluid hop out and park the Buick
I got fiends blowin' CREAM like Martha Stewart
We on that up north jail sh*t harder than steel chips
Ya'll niggaz better bail quick before you inhale clips
Ya'll better get low before I let the Tec blow
Streetlife I'mma try'nna get more dollars than Kreftlo
The whole hood echoes every time my nine let go
Get out of line or steal your life like a klepto
When Biggie died they came out with Biggie fries
Big biscuits got me over in the streets wide
Prada gloves layin' for thugs prayin'
Drop a bronco buster G-37 on the rap patient
I'mma leave the sh*t this summer in that H2 Hummer now
Mami gotta call your bean a** ay caramba now
Eh boy el loco oh no I ain't Yoko
My hoes I keep 'em lookin' good right but no dough
I don't want no horns blowing
I don't want the -- I don't want the drummer
I don't want the -- I don't want the drummer