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I'm your Testarosa
First gear
Watch me go keep 'em in fear
Rumble young man rumble
Brother won't fumble
Muthafukas just crumble
Gaskets crank rappers get spank
Stripes get yank a superior rank
Won't stop the jock in some
American car use a lyrical radar
But I'm rolling the cartel's tolling
For the D's keep folding
Most Cadillac rappers get look and disturb
By the jet black blur
Me the Testarosa running like it suppose ta
Don't try to get closer
Cause you might get lost in the dual exhaust
Don't ever try to f**k wit' a boss
High octane there ain't no ping
When I swing on a lyrical speed king
And that's just first gear listen for the upshift
Who can get wit' this
I'm your Testarosa
Second gear look it here queer
I'm in here hitting like spears
The rhyme cartel slings legalized d**e
Some cope others get (gunshot noises)
Lost on the boss it's finish is flawless
12 Cylinders listen to the horses
It accelerates smooth
Move or else get move
Run for cover my brother
Suckers are getting smothered
I cutted you other
Smutters rammed in the gutter
My rep is kept muthafukas must step
The best get swept and let out to rest
Huuuu look at that air intake
Second gear passing fakes
Revolution per lyric get higher
How can I chill when my rhyme's on fire
As I approach the end of my tach
My lyrical horse power blows to the max
Red line is reached to the peak of my speech
And I told ya
I'm your Testarosa
Testarosa
Gear number three get off the
Clutch and don't let 'em up
Keep 'em all down on these young bucks
Let 'em know big boss is just a bit quicker
Get the picture
Backtalk tolerated none son
Left you at the gun when I hit gear one
Now I'm in third and you think that's quick
Huh wait till I hit fifth
Me and my pack
We keep plenty of snackpacks
You said fat now I'm yo to the max
Want Mix-A-Lot for your next attack
Hey yo critical mass yea I got your gat
Two hundred sixty pounds of pure pain
Critical mass is my homeboy's name
My personal trainer taking weight gainer
Got the bulk to crush and contain ya
On the tach I'm like a wind ax
Cutting up air like Boeings aircraft
Time to shift and let my lyrical seatbelt hold ya
I'm your Testarosa
Up to fourth gear the speed increase
Police got beef wit the word chief
Move or lose I excuse the wack dudes
You light my fuse and clear out or get used
I go 100 in a 55
No need to lip synch I'm straight out live
So I'm rough lust who wanna be tough
You fuss and cuss wearing that Raider's stuff
Fake fools from around the way
Knowing damn well you ain't from LA
Ashamed where you come from son so you rattle
Like it or not I scream straight up Seattle
Rip up streets wit a lyrical sweet
Don't peep or creep or you lose your freak
The cam's growl engine loud
My tongue keep beating 'em down
Rev it up get ready for fifth
Just hit 'em wit a maximum dis
I roll ya fold ya mold ya
I told ya I control ya
And I'm your Testarosa
I'm your Testarosa
Yo Punish
Show 'em what time it is
Gear number five
You're eyes get wide
So realize that I survive
And I rhyme for mine
I rope the d**e
And is he coming up nope
I ain't the joke so
Don't hope for my throat
There it is the whiz gets his
The word quiz is what
It is and Mix don't give
Sight to the wack who act like Max
And try to jack a pop rap to hit the map
That ain't like me it ain't cool
To rob another fool them claim you rule
You boot but not me troops you like juice
So you hit the stage wearing my boots
Uh uh cupcake
I ain't about to get R**e by fake
Just look at the tail
Light shrink and then think
How I left you pink in a lyrical kink
Time to drop to my
Gears and then stop
'Cause I lock the box
On them clowns that jock
Turbo cone is two thirty up on ya
I'm your Testarosa
I'm your Testarosa
I'm your Testarosa
- 1 kid creole、Sir Mix-A-Lot、Dr. Dre
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[00:00.00]时代音乐网 www.78497.com[00:24.55]I'm your Testarosa
[00:26.41]First gear
[00:27.62]Watch me go keep 'em in fear
[00:29.38]Rumble young man rumble
[00:30.65]Brother won't fumble
[00:31.78]Muthafukas just crumble
[00:33.07]Gaskets crank rappers get spank
[00:34.78]Stripes get yank a superior rank
[00:36.81]Won't stop the jock in some
[00:38.09]American car use a lyrical radar
[00:40.31]But I'm rolling the cartel's tolling
[00:42.72]For the D's keep folding
[00:44.11]Most Cadillac rappers get look and disturb
[00:46.46]By the jet black blur
[00:47.70]Me the Testarosa running like it suppose ta
[00:50.19]Don't try to get closer
[00:51.33]Cause you might get lost in the dual exhaust
[00:53.52]Don't ever try to f**k wit' a boss
[00:55.27]High octane there ain't no ping
[00:57.10]When I swing on a lyrical speed king
[00:58.85]And that's just first gear listen for the upshift
[01:01.09]Who can get wit' this
[01:05.12]I'm your Testarosa
[01:20.67]Second gear look it here queer
[01:22.58]I'm in here hitting like spears
[01:24.17]The rhyme cartel slings legalized d**e
[01:26.12]Some cope others get (gunshot noises)
[01:28.74]Lost on the boss it's finish is flawless
[01:30.06]12 Cylinders listen to the horses
[01:31.70]It accelerates smooth
[01:33.85]Move or else get move
[01:35.23]Run for cover my brother
[01:36.42]Suckers are getting smothered
[01:38.05]I cutted you other
[01:38.87]Smutters rammed in the gutter
[01:39.99]My rep is kept muthafukas must step
[01:40.90]The best get swept and let out to rest
[01:42.93]Huuuu look at that air intake
[01:44.39]Second gear passing fakes
[01:46.37]Revolution per lyric get higher
[01:48.07]How can I chill when my rhyme's on fire
[01:50.01]As I approach the end of my tach
[01:51.80]My lyrical horse power blows to the max
[01:53.25]Red line is reached to the peak of my speech
[01:55.18]And I told ya
[01:56.01]I'm your Testarosa
[02:04.28]Testarosa
[02:11.12]Gear number three get off the
[02:12.69]Clutch and don't let 'em up
[02:13.76]Keep 'em all down on these young bucks
[02:15.55]Let 'em know big boss is just a bit quicker
[02:17.58]Get the picture
[02:19.14]Backtalk tolerated none son
[02:20.81]Left you at the gun when I hit gear one
[02:22.77]Now I'm in third and you think that's quick
[02:24.49]Huh wait till I hit fifth
[02:26.51]Me and my pack
[02:27.18]We keep plenty of snackpacks
[02:28.04]You said fat now I'm yo to the max
[02:30.06]Want Mix-A-Lot for your next attack
[02:31.61]Hey yo critical mass yea I got your gat
[02:33.60]Two hundred sixty pounds of pure pain
[02:35.13]Critical mass is my homeboy's name
[02:37.17]My personal trainer taking weight gainer
[02:39.08]Got the bulk to crush and contain ya
[02:40.89]On the tach I'm like a wind ax
[02:43.12]Cutting up air like Boeings aircraft
[02:44.63]Time to shift and let my lyrical seatbelt hold ya
[02:46.60]I'm your Testarosa
[03:02.46]Up to fourth gear the speed increase
[03:05.03]Police got beef wit the word chief
[03:06.74]Move or lose I excuse the wack dudes
[03:08.43]You light my fuse and clear out or get used
[03:10.46]I go 100 in a 55
[03:11.82]No need to lip synch I'm straight out live
[03:13.91]So I'm rough lust who wanna be tough
[03:15.57]You fuss and cuss wearing that Raider's stuff
[03:17.84]Fake fools from around the way
[03:19.25]Knowing damn well you ain't from LA
[03:21.13]Ashamed where you come from son so you rattle
[03:23.04]Like it or not I scream straight up Seattle
[03:24.93]Rip up streets wit a lyrical sweet
[03:26.45]Don't peep or creep or you lose your freak
[03:28.36]The cam's growl engine loud
[03:30.27]My tongue keep beating 'em down
[03:32.15]Rev it up get ready for fifth
[03:33.91]Just hit 'em wit a maximum dis
[03:35.66]I roll ya fold ya mold ya
[03:38.37]I told ya I control ya
[03:42.26]And I'm your Testarosa
[03:49.81]I'm your Testarosa
[03:56.04]Yo Punish
[03:56.57]Show 'em what time it is
[04:11.73]Gear number five
[04:12.84]You're eyes get wide
[04:13.63]So realize that I survive
[04:14.72]And I rhyme for mine
[04:15.99]I rope the d**e
[04:16.74]And is he coming up nope
[04:17.74]I ain't the joke so
[04:18.66]Don't hope for my throat
[04:19.44]There it is the whiz gets his
[04:21.32]The word quiz is what
[04:22.30]It is and Mix don't give
[04:23.44]Sight to the wack who act like Max
[04:25.01]And try to jack a pop rap to hit the map
[04:27.22]That ain't like me it ain't cool
[04:28.78]To rob another fool them claim you rule
[04:30.63]You boot but not me troops you like juice
[04:32.35]So you hit the stage wearing my boots
[04:34.51]Uh uh cupcake
[04:35.99]I ain't about to get R**e by fake
[04:37.80]Just look at the tail
[04:38.73]Light shrink and then think
[04:39.74]How I left you pink in a lyrical kink
[04:41.91]Time to drop to my
[04:42.65]Gears and then stop
[04:43.45]'Cause I lock the box
[04:44.25]On them clowns that jock
[04:45.32]Turbo cone is two thirty up on ya
[04:48.13]I'm your Testarosa
[04:55.48]I'm your Testarosa
[05:02.85]I'm your Testarosa