| 歌曲 | Free |
| 歌手 | Geto Boys |
| 专辑 | Da Good da Bad & da Ugly |
| Intro： | |
| [willie d] | |
| Geto boys | |
| (g.b.)'98 | |
| We gonna set this shit straight, belive that | |
| Don't you wish sometimes you can be free | |
| Free from incarceration | |
| Free from paying them bills | |
| Free to come and go when ya feel | |
| Most of all, free from them haters | |
| Verse 1: | |
| [willie d] | |
| So many problems that exist in my world today | |
| When i'm deceased, i want my little baby girl to say | |
| That he was real | |
| He loved me with all his heart | |
| He loved mama too | |
| Even though they sometimes fought | |
| A young nigga in the ghetto | |
| With plenty of dreams | |
| Surrounded by the police | |
| And many of fiends | |
| At 13 started mobbin' | |
| 14 started robbin' | |
| It's hard to have morals and values | |
| When you're starvin' | |
| Abused, misused, and plus a bad dresser | |
| Nobody ever told me i was special | |
| I put a gang of tears in my mamma's eyes | |
| But she died | |
| Before i got a chance to apologize | |
| It hurts to see my baby sister feeling the pain | |
| It hurts to see my baby brother still in the game | |
| Ain't nothin' change but my finances | |
| I still be stressed | |
| All these motherfucking worries got a nigga depressed | |
| I'm just tired | |
| Every night, i pray to jesus, rescue me | |
| >from the poverty, hate, racism and diseases | |
| So the lord said | |
| He prepared a place for me | |
| And when he do that | |
| I'ma be free, yeah | |
| Chorus: | |
| I wanna be free | |
| No more player hater | |
| I gotta be free | |
| Verse 2: | |
| [scarface] | |
| Now as i walk around in my drawers | |
| Outside smoking weed while i scratch my balls | |
| I'm reminsing on my homies who been lock tight | |
| Or got light | |
| Behind trying to feed their family one night | |
| It's not right | |
| Suppose you watch your mamma suffer | |
| Cause ain't another | |
| Her kids trying they off they ass | |
| It's gettin' rougher and tougher | |
| By all means nigga get your cream | |
| Stop storming what they calling this american dream | |
| And why you looking up for a role model | |
| You be your model | |
| Look who we follow | |
| Niggas forgot about the problem | |
| And single parent upbringings | |
| We doing bad on our ass | |
| Nigga fuck singing | |
| How you gonna tell me to keep it positive | |
| And growing up i didn't have a pop to give | |
| So these mother fucking streets is where i gots to live | |
| Fuck what you saying 'bout me | |
| I'm sittin'on a couple g's and smoking weed | |
| I'm free | |
| Chorus: | |
| I wanna be free | |
| No more player hater | |
| I gotta be free | |
| I wanna be free | |
| Gettin' tired of waitin' | |
| I gotta be free | |
| Verse 3: | |
| [willie d] | |
| Nobody understands me but me | |
| It used to bother me at first | |
| But now my conscience is free | |
| I ask the lord to give me strength | |
| And bless the hood | |
| And keep these fake motherfuckers out my life for good | |
| Knock on wood | |
| I'm still here through all these trials and tribulations | |
| Tryin' to make it | |
| Shit, a lot of niggas couldn't take it | |
| My girls hate it | |
| When i go to clubs and stay out late | |
| She think i'm fucking around with hoes | |
| Gimme a break | |
| Get off my case | |
| Can i be committed to you | |
| And ride 'round without feelin' tied down | |
| Damn girl, i catch enough hell on the streets | |
| When i come home | |
| I want some tender lovin' and peace | |
| No one can take your place, you my ace | |
| I dig your jealously boo | |
| But sometimes i need my space | |
| I keep you laced | |
| Like you won the lottery see | |
| But god damn i gotta be free | |
| Chorus:(2x) | |
| I wanna be free | |
| No more player hater | |
| I gotta be free | |
| I wanna be free | |
| Gettin' tired of waitin' | |
| I gotta be free |
| Intro: | |
| willie d | |
| Geto boys | |
| g. b.' 98 | |
| We gonna set this shit straight, belive that | |
| Don' t you wish sometimes you can be free | |
| Free from incarceration | |
| Free from paying them bills | |
| Free to come and go when ya feel | |
| Most of all, free from them haters | |
| Verse 1: | |
| willie d | |
| So many problems that exist in my world today | |
| When i' m deceased, i want my little baby girl to say | |
| That he was real | |
| He loved me with all his heart | |
| He loved mama too | |
| Even though they sometimes fought | |
| A young nigga in the ghetto | |
| With plenty of dreams | |
| Surrounded by the police | |
| And many of fiends | |
| At 13 started mobbin' | |
| 14 started robbin' | |
| It' s hard to have morals and values | |
| When you' re starvin' | |
| Abused, misused, and plus a bad dresser | |
| Nobody ever told me i was special | |
| I put a gang of tears in my mamma' s eyes | |
| But she died | |
| Before i got a chance to apologize | |
| It hurts to see my baby sister feeling the pain | |
| It hurts to see my baby brother still in the game | |
| Ain' t nothin' change but my finances | |
| I still be stressed | |
| All these motherfucking worries got a nigga depressed | |
| I' m just tired | |
| Every night, i pray to jesus, rescue me | |
| from the poverty, hate, racism and diseases | |
| So the lord said | |
| He prepared a place for me | |
| And when he do that | |
| I' ma be free, yeah | |
| Chorus: | |
| I wanna be free | |
| No more player hater | |
| I gotta be free | |
| Verse 2: | |
| scarface | |
| Now as i walk around in my drawers | |
| Outside smoking weed while i scratch my balls | |
| I' m reminsing on my homies who been lock tight | |
| Or got light | |
| Behind trying to feed their family one night | |
| It' s not right | |
| Suppose you watch your mamma suffer | |
| Cause ain' t another | |
| Her kids trying they off they ass | |
| It' s gettin' rougher and tougher | |
| By all means nigga get your cream | |
| Stop storming what they calling this american dream | |
| And why you looking up for a role model | |
| You be your model | |
| Look who we follow | |
| Niggas forgot about the problem | |
| And single parent upbringings | |
| We doing bad on our ass | |
| Nigga fuck singing | |
| How you gonna tell me to keep it positive | |
| And growing up i didn' t have a pop to give | |
| So these mother fucking streets is where i gots to live | |
| Fuck what you saying ' bout me | |
| I' m sittin' on a couple g' s and smoking weed | |
| I' m free | |
| Chorus: | |
| I wanna be free | |
| No more player hater | |
| I gotta be free | |
| I wanna be free | |
| Gettin' tired of waitin' | |
| I gotta be free | |
| Verse 3: | |
| willie d | |
| Nobody understands me but me | |
| It used to bother me at first | |
| But now my conscience is free | |
| I ask the lord to give me strength | |
| And bless the hood | |
| And keep these fake motherfuckers out my life for good | |
| Knock on wood | |
| I' m still here through all these trials and tribulations | |
| Tryin' to make it | |
| Shit, a lot of niggas couldn' t take it | |
| My girls hate it | |
| When i go to clubs and stay out late | |
| She think i' m fucking around with hoes | |
| Gimme a break | |
| Get off my case | |
| Can i be committed to you | |
| And ride ' round without feelin' tied down | |
| Damn girl, i catch enough hell on the streets | |
| When i come home | |
| I want some tender lovin' and peace | |
| No one can take your place, you my ace | |
| I dig your jealously boo | |
| But sometimes i need my space | |
| I keep you laced | |
| Like you won the lottery see | |
| But god damn i gotta be free | |
| Chorus: 2x | |
| I wanna be free | |
| No more player hater | |
| I gotta be free | |
| I wanna be free | |
| Gettin' tired of waitin' | |
| I gotta be free |