歌曲 | Do It Like It G.O. |
歌手 | Geto Boys |
专辑 | The Geto Boys |
作词 : Willie D | |
Department | |
Chrone Master | |
Speaking. | |
Yo "D" What's up? | |
Just chillin' man | |
What's up? | |
Give 'em Geto | |
Boys a ring. | |
Hold 'em down. | |
Geto Boys. | |
Ay. What's up "G"? | |
Yeah Man I've got | |
Willie "D" on the other end. | |
What's up | |
Will? What's up man? | |
What's up fellas? | |
Y'know. Say fellas. | |
I've been kicking a few lyrics in the back of my mind man and | |
I'm tired of motherfuckers disrespecting us because we're black owned and won't sell out. | |
So check this out. | |
We need to get together and go to that other level of the game and do it like a | |
G.O. Say no more, cuzz we're on the telephone. | |
We get them motherfuckers man. | |
I'm back like a rebel making trouble, | |
I'm an assassin, | |
Kickin' ass on the double, | |
No motherfucker alive is gonna stop me, | |
So fuck you and your god-damn posse. | |
It's time to step on some motherfuckin' toes, [Naaah Dee], | |
Man fuck them hoes. | |
The East Coast ain't playin' our songs, | |
I want to know what the hell's goin' on, | |
Give me my card--radio sucker, | |
I'll kick your ass, | |
And take the motherfucker, | |
Everybody know | |
New York is where it began, | |
So let the ego-shit end. | |
Black radio is being disowned, | |
Not by the other race--but its own, | |
A lot of bullshit records make hits, | |
Because the radio is all about politics, | |
Akshen is my identity, | |
Whoever you be, [Don't don't don't FUCK WITH ME!], | |
My last go, | |
The radio struck me with a low blow, | |
Now I'm doin` it like a | |
G.O. Everybody's coming with guns, | |
Niggaz gettin' pimped by | |
Columbians, | |
They put 'em on the streets like a bitch, | |
Nigga's slangin', | |
But the Puerto | |
Rican gettin' rich, | |
I never sold the mess, | |
But if I did, | |
It would be, | |
For my goddamn self, | |
Can you adjust to the wholesale bust, | |
Bushwick tell these motherfuckers what's up. | |
When will you stupid motherfuckers learn, | |
In this game one way or another you get burned. | |
You end up behind bars, | |
Or lying on your back in a motherfuckin' morgue, | |
And your gal'l find another nigger, ' | |
Cause the lowlife bitch ain't nothin' but a gold digger, | |
I'll fuck her but my money is a "no-no!", [Why?], | |
I'm a hoe so | |
I do it like a | |
G.O. Fucked up politics, | |
Those tie wearin' bitches, can suck my dick, | |
They try to ban my style of teaching, | |
But freedom of speech, allow me to keep speaking to the people, about shit like racism, | |
It's deep into the heart of the school system, | |
Whites get more funds from the state, | |
And this is why minorities learn so late, | |
Some of us make it to college, | |
And take a test to the highest degree, | |
With limited knowledge, | |
Most of us won't pass the bitch, | |
And those rotten ass motherfuckers know this, | |
I'm not Malcolm | |
X or Farrakhan, | |
After this one, | |
I guess I'll have to pack a gun, | |
So if you want to fuck this brother, | |
You better be ready motherfucker, | |
Or you gonna have to | |
G.O. Willie | |
D is not a bigot and he won't be, | |
I just educate minds to reality, | |
This ain't no mutherfuckin back to | |
Africa, try to pull that shit, | |
We'll have a massacre, | |
Our ancestors were killed at will, | |
Bought and sold like a used automobile, | |
We forced a back to exist, | |
Now we're killing one another, | |
Ain't that a bitch. | |
Ready Red comin' at ya, | |
Holding my ground like a motherfuckin' statue, | |
You take nothin' from me so stop trippin', | |
Unless you want to take a mutherfuckin ass whippin', | |
Bitch, Motherfuck the | |
KKK, Wearing dresses and shit, | |
What the fuck are they gay, | |
A color blind society will never be, | |
Unless we agree, [harmony], to do it like a | |
G.O. Rap-a- | |
Lot. Hey J this is the president of | |
White-owned records. | |
We see you still survivin' but we want to ask you to keep your boys quiet. | |
If you don't we will. | |
Or here's another alternative. | |
We take 95% of your company and you take five and we'll make you famous within ten years. | |
It would take you a lifetime by yourself because you know your people don't stick together. | |
What you say about that boy? | |
Man Fuck you. | |
I would advise you not to talk to me like that boy! | |
Just who the hell you think you are anyway? | |
I'm a livin' motherfuckin | |
G. I ain't to be fucked with. | |
If you want to go to war. | |
I take you to war. |
zuò cí : Willie D | |
Department | |
Chrone Master | |
Speaking. | |
Yo " D" What' s up? | |
Just chillin' man | |
What' s up? | |
Give ' em Geto | |
Boys a ring. | |
Hold ' em down. | |
Geto Boys. | |
Ay. What' s up " G"? | |
Yeah Man I' ve got | |
Willie " D" on the other end. | |
What' s up | |
Will? What' s up man? | |
What' s up fellas? | |
Y' know. Say fellas. | |
I' ve been kicking a few lyrics in the back of my mind man and | |
I' m tired of motherfuckers disrespecting us because we' re black owned and won' t sell out. | |
So check this out. | |
We need to get together and go to that other level of the game and do it like a | |
G. O. Say no more, cuzz we' re on the telephone. | |
We get them motherfuckers man. | |
I' m back like a rebel making trouble, | |
I' m an assassin, | |
Kickin' ass on the double, | |
No motherfucker alive is gonna stop me, | |
So fuck you and your goddamn posse. | |
It' s time to step on some motherfuckin' toes, Naaah Dee, | |
Man fuck them hoes. | |
The East Coast ain' t playin' our songs, | |
I want to know what the hell' s goin' on, | |
Give me my cardradio sucker, | |
I' ll kick your ass, | |
And take the motherfucker, | |
Everybody know | |
New York is where it began, | |
So let the egoshit end. | |
Black radio is being disowned, | |
Not by the other racebut its own, | |
A lot of bullshit records make hits, | |
Because the radio is all about politics, | |
Akshen is my identity, | |
Whoever you be, Don' t don' t don' t FUCK WITH ME!, | |
My last go, | |
The radio struck me with a low blow, | |
Now I' m doin it like a | |
G. O. Everybody' s coming with guns, | |
Niggaz gettin' pimped by | |
Columbians, | |
They put ' em on the streets like a bitch, | |
Nigga' s slangin', | |
But the Puerto | |
Rican gettin' rich, | |
I never sold the mess, | |
But if I did, | |
It would be, | |
For my goddamn self, | |
Can you adjust to the wholesale bust, | |
Bushwick tell these motherfuckers what' s up. | |
When will you stupid motherfuckers learn, | |
In this game one way or another you get burned. | |
You end up behind bars, | |
Or lying on your back in a motherfuckin' morgue, | |
And your gal' l find another nigger, ' | |
Cause the lowlife bitch ain' t nothin' but a gold digger, | |
I' ll fuck her but my money is a " nono!", Why?, | |
I' m a hoe so | |
I do it like a | |
G. O. Fucked up politics, | |
Those tie wearin' bitches, can suck my dick, | |
They try to ban my style of teaching, | |
But freedom of speech, allow me to keep speaking to the people, about shit like racism, | |
It' s deep into the heart of the school system, | |
Whites get more funds from the state, | |
And this is why minorities learn so late, | |
Some of us make it to college, | |
And take a test to the highest degree, | |
With limited knowledge, | |
Most of us won' t pass the bitch, | |
And those rotten ass motherfuckers know this, | |
I' m not Malcolm | |
X or Farrakhan, | |
After this one, | |
I guess I' ll have to pack a gun, | |
So if you want to fuck this brother, | |
You better be ready motherfucker, | |
Or you gonna have to | |
G. O. Willie | |
D is not a bigot and he won' t be, | |
I just educate minds to reality, | |
This ain' t no mutherfuckin back to | |
Africa, try to pull that shit, | |
We' ll have a massacre, | |
Our ancestors were killed at will, | |
Bought and sold like a used automobile, | |
We forced a back to exist, | |
Now we' re killing one another, | |
Ain' t that a bitch. | |
Ready Red comin' at ya, | |
Holding my ground like a motherfuckin' statue, | |
You take nothin' from me so stop trippin', | |
Unless you want to take a mutherfuckin ass whippin', | |
Bitch, Motherfuck the | |
KKK, Wearing dresses and shit, | |
What the fuck are they gay, | |
A color blind society will never be, | |
Unless we agree, harmony, to do it like a | |
G. O. Rapa | |
Lot. Hey J this is the president of | |
Whiteowned records. | |
We see you still survivin' but we want to ask you to keep your boys quiet. | |
If you don' t we will. | |
Or here' s another alternative. | |
We take 95 of your company and you take five and we' ll make you famous within ten years. | |
It would take you a lifetime by yourself because you know your people don' t stick together. | |
What you say about that boy? | |
Man Fuck you. | |
I would advise you not to talk to me like that boy! | |
Just who the hell you think you are anyway? | |
I' m a livin' motherfuckin | |
G. I ain' t to be fucked with. | |
If you want to go to war. | |
I take you to war. |