Pedal to the Floor - Cookin Soul/Tha God Fahim.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Fihim Martin
[00:00.446] 作曲 : David Garcia
[00:00.892][Intro: Tha God Fahim & Producer Drop]
[00:01.414]Uh-huh, uh
[00:02.466]Cookin Soul
[00:03.070]
[00:03.321][Verse 1]
[00:03.574]Niggas actin' all brand-new, I ain't new to this
[00:05.588]I get to disturbin' the peace like Chaka and Ludacris
[00:08.338]I do this shit; who is this doin' this, droppin' the newest shit?
[00:10.984]On my dresser: nothin' but blunt ashes and Ruger clips
[00:13.651]I'm big pressure; the lesson is I ain't with the foolishness
[00:16.288]I'm flyin' high, on my passenger side's a stewardess
[00:19.142]I'ma run the well 'til it's dry, I ain't new to this
[00:21.854]Release the guillotine for head chops
[00:24.479]Cookin Soul get to cookin' up soul to make your head rock
[00:27.548]Don't get it twisted even though your boy's a dreadlock
[00:30.362]Well known for puttin' hip-hop up in a headlock
[00:33.049]I'll fire shots and have you layin' under bedrock (Tzazazaza!)
[00:35.289]
[00:35.547][Chorus]
[00:35.835]I'm steadily risin', we risin' on accord
[00:38.202]We never stop puttin' points up on the board
[00:41.211]Salute to the soldiers that's livin' by the sword
[00:43.944]I'm movin' forward, I put the pedal to the floor
[00:46.634]I'm steadily risin', we risin' on accord
[00:49.418]We never stop puttin' points up on the board
[00:52.175]Salute to the soldiers that's livin' by the sword
[00:54.938]I'm movin' forward, I put the pedal to the floor
[00:57.364]Uh, floor it
[01:00.863]Floor it
[01:03.606]Floor it
[01:06.482]Uh, floor it
[01:08.256][Verse 2]
[01:08.654]You can ask anybody that know
[01:10.377]I'm strapped like 007 and I'll blow, uh—cleanup on aisle fo'
[01:14.529]Your paper come wild slow while mine's comin' fast-forward
[01:17.269]Two-hundred, my dashboard; you want it, just ask for it
[01:19.879]Make niggas eat dust; emcees get clipped like roach blunts
[01:23.075]Niggas somersault flip when toast bust
[01:25.267]Livin' in this world with no trust, who can you call on?
[01:28.092]My dawgs keep me up if I need a crutch to fall on
[01:30.833]Few and not many; it's hard to accept pity
[01:33.599]Dialect filthy, for riches, I get busy
[01:36.184]We build brick after brick like stonemasons
[01:38.915]While movin' ninja-swift and leavin' no traces
[01:41.790]On daily basis, we enter elite spaces; no move is wasted
[01:45.920]Can't **** with me, just face it
[01:47.509]On daily basis, we enter elite spaces; no movement wasted
[01:51.233]Can't **** with me, just face it
[01:52.332]
[01:52.603][Chorus]
[01:52.955]I'm steadily risin', we risin' on accord
[01:55.639]We never stop puttin' points up on the board
[01:58.511]Salute to the soldiers that's livin' by the sword
[02:01.138]I'm movin' forward, I put the pedal to the floor
[02:03.894]I'm steadily risin', we risin' on accord
[02:06.687]We never stop puttin' points up on the board
[02:09.684]Salute to the soldiers that's livin' by the sword
[02:12.157]I'm movin' forward, I put the pedal to the floor
[02:14.941]Uh, floor it
[02:17.998]Floor it
[02:21.182]Floor it
[02:23.502]Uh, floor it
文本歌词
作词 : Fihim Martin
作曲 : David Garcia
Uh-huh, uh
Cookin Soul

Niggas actin' all brand-new, I ain't new to this
I get to disturbin' the peace like Chaka and Ludacris
I do this shit; who is this doin' this, droppin' the newest shit?
On my dresser: nothin' but blunt ashes and Ruger clips
I'm big pressure; the lesson is I ain't with the foolishness
I'm flyin' high, on my passenger side's a stewardess
I'ma run the well 'til it's dry, I ain't new to this
Release the guillotine for head chops
Cookin Soul get to cookin' up soul to make your head rock
Don't get it twisted even though your boy's a dreadlock
Well known for puttin' hip-hop up in a headlock
I'll fire shots and have you layin' under bedrock (Tzazazaza!)

I'm steadily risin', we risin' on accord
We never stop puttin' points up on the board
Salute to the soldiers that's livin' by the sword
I'm movin' forward, I put the pedal to the floor
I'm steadily risin', we risin' on accord
We never stop puttin' points up on the board
Salute to the soldiers that's livin' by the sword
I'm movin' forward, I put the pedal to the floor
Uh, floor it
Floor it
Floor it
Uh, floor it
You can ask anybody that know
I'm strapped like 007 and I'll blow, uh—cleanup on aisle fo'
Your paper come wild slow while mine's comin' fast-forward
Two-hundred, my dashboard; you want it, just ask for it
Make niggas eat dust; emcees get clipped like roach blunts
Niggas somersault flip when toast bust
Livin' in this world with no trust, who can you call on?
My dawgs keep me up if I need a crutch to fall on
Few and not many; it's hard to accept pity
Dialect filthy, for riches, I get busy
We build brick after brick like stonemasons
While movin' ninja-swift and leavin' no traces
On daily basis, we enter elite spaces; no move is wasted
Can't **** with me, just face it
On daily basis, we enter elite spaces; no movement wasted
Can't **** with me, just face it

I'm steadily risin', we risin' on accord
We never stop puttin' points up on the board
Salute to the soldiers that's livin' by the sword
I'm movin' forward, I put the pedal to the floor
I'm steadily risin', we risin' on accord
We never stop puttin' points up on the board
Salute to the soldiers that's livin' by the sword
I'm movin' forward, I put the pedal to the floor
Uh, floor it
Floor it
Floor it
Uh, floor it