歌曲 | Sun for a Reason |
歌手 | Group Home |
专辑 | A Tear for the Ghetto |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Almoney, Demsey, Felder, Heath | |
Intro: lil dap | |
Straight like that, I feel you like that | |
I hope you feel us like that (I feel you) | |
Tear for the ghetto y'all, group home 2000 | |
I feel you baby, i'mm let you know | |
Have me comin out my motherfuckin character | |
{lil dap} | |
About 1972, when the lady took birth | |
I searched the earth, just to see what it was worth | |
My buddha was strong, so you know I won't get cursed | |
I'm doing my thing, shining like martin luther king | |
An angel with wings, know all about those diamond rings | |
I'm livin proof, kickin the knowledge to the youth | |
I'm talkin to you, I used to be just like you | |
I pity the fool, it haven't about 12 past noon | |
The time was 1989 to exact | |
Let's take it back, now they shoot you up with prosack | |
Shit get real, livin in the battle field | |
With lifestyles and situations where people get killed | |
Cat's get plunked, what's the deal? | |
Streets are real, ghg and you can't see me | |
Successfully, comin from the ghetto you see? | |
Poppin with the flow, just to let the faggot niggas know | |
Now I'm gonna go, live from the ghett-io | |
Chorus 4x: lil dap | |
Real like a motherfucker reign supreme | |
Open your eyes, check out my brand new team | |
{lil dap} | |
See lil dap represent brooklyn, new york | |
So kill all the talk, now watch all these niggas get off | |
We comin with force, puttin mad pressure on rap | |
Cuz these are the facts, knowin when battle niggas get slapped | |
My arms or my two's, motherfuckers think shit is cool | |
Cuz these are the rules, keep it tight with your crew | |
So when you chillin with your enemy out in the field, | |
Nine times out of ten you have to pack some steel | |
What the deal? a leader not a follower | |
Check my undertoe in the dome and suck that ass up yo | |
See I can win before I even tough mics you see? | |
Warrios went first and go to war, watch the score | |
Fans yelling out for more | |
Chorus 4x | |
{black e-starr} | |
Yo, you damn right I'm real as ever, and black like a butter leather | |
I'm cockin back, movin through your hovah my team | |
The love is there, if you act up I'll back and then squeeze | |
Nuff shots ring out, so fuck speakin your clout | |
I'm steppin out of proper, just to show you what I'm about | |
A real sheisty muthafucker reppin ghg | |
Like dru down, I'm gangster pimpin tell ya heard to see me | |
So I can put her on the streets, and she can clock my grip | |
And about twenties and honies, wrapped up in the mix | |
And if the trick come up short i'mma bust her shit | |
{kai-bee} | |
Yo me and my niggas, click like nines and techs | |
So put us together, what you got? a bunch of threats | |
I'm running with vests, so let me make this clear | |
Kai-bee and brainsick yeah we up in here | |
Livin our life, but son you only get to live once | |
Some wise guy told me how I got to stop smokin blunts | |
But I told I can't, cuz la-la get me amped | |
Thug like the champ, I ain't got no time to lamp | |
2000 is hear, look around the atmosphere | |
Me and my team were sent here to reign supreme | |
Chorus 4x | |
Outro: lil dap | |
East new york | |
Straight like that, real like that | |
Group home |
zuo qu : Almoney, Demsey, Felder, Heath | |
Intro: lil dap | |
Straight like that, I feel you like that | |
I hope you feel us like that I feel you | |
Tear for the ghetto y' all, group home 2000 | |
I feel you baby, i' mm let you know | |
Have me comin out my motherfuckin character | |
lil dap | |
About 1972, when the lady took birth | |
I searched the earth, just to see what it was worth | |
My buddha was strong, so you know I won' t get cursed | |
I' m doing my thing, shining like martin luther king | |
An angel with wings, know all about those diamond rings | |
I' m livin proof, kickin the knowledge to the youth | |
I' m talkin to you, I used to be just like you | |
I pity the fool, it haven' t about 12 past noon | |
The time was 1989 to exact | |
Let' s take it back, now they shoot you up with prosack | |
Shit get real, livin in the battle field | |
With lifestyles and situations where people get killed | |
Cat' s get plunked, what' s the deal? | |
Streets are real, ghg and you can' t see me | |
Successfully, comin from the ghetto you see? | |
Poppin with the flow, just to let the faggot niggas know | |
Now I' m gonna go, live from the ghettio | |
Chorus 4x: lil dap | |
Real like a motherfucker reign supreme | |
Open your eyes, check out my brand new team | |
lil dap | |
See lil dap represent brooklyn, new york | |
So kill all the talk, now watch all these niggas get off | |
We comin with force, puttin mad pressure on rap | |
Cuz these are the facts, knowin when battle niggas get slapped | |
My arms or my two' s, motherfuckers think shit is cool | |
Cuz these are the rules, keep it tight with your crew | |
So when you chillin with your enemy out in the field, | |
Nine times out of ten you have to pack some steel | |
What the deal? a leader not a follower | |
Check my undertoe in the dome and suck that ass up yo | |
See I can win before I even tough mics you see? | |
Warrios went first and go to war, watch the score | |
Fans yelling out for more | |
Chorus 4x | |
black estarr | |
Yo, you damn right I' m real as ever, and black like a butter leather | |
I' m cockin back, movin through your hovah my team | |
The love is there, if you act up I' ll back and then squeeze | |
Nuff shots ring out, so fuck speakin your clout | |
I' m steppin out of proper, just to show you what I' m about | |
A real sheisty muthafucker reppin ghg | |
Like dru down, I' m gangster pimpin tell ya heard to see me | |
So I can put her on the streets, and she can clock my grip | |
And about twenties and honies, wrapped up in the mix | |
And if the trick come up short i' mma bust her shit | |
kaibee | |
Yo me and my niggas, click like nines and techs | |
So put us together, what you got? a bunch of threats | |
I' m running with vests, so let me make this clear | |
Kaibee and brainsick yeah we up in here | |
Livin our life, but son you only get to live once | |
Some wise guy told me how I got to stop smokin blunts | |
But I told I can' t, cuz lala get me amped | |
Thug like the champ, I ain' t got no time to lamp | |
2000 is hear, look around the atmosphere | |
Me and my team were sent here to reign supreme | |
Chorus 4x | |
Outro: lil dap | |
East new york | |
Straight like that, real like that | |
Group home |
zuò qǔ : Almoney, Demsey, Felder, Heath | |
Intro: lil dap | |
Straight like that, I feel you like that | |
I hope you feel us like that I feel you | |
Tear for the ghetto y' all, group home 2000 | |
I feel you baby, i' mm let you know | |
Have me comin out my motherfuckin character | |
lil dap | |
About 1972, when the lady took birth | |
I searched the earth, just to see what it was worth | |
My buddha was strong, so you know I won' t get cursed | |
I' m doing my thing, shining like martin luther king | |
An angel with wings, know all about those diamond rings | |
I' m livin proof, kickin the knowledge to the youth | |
I' m talkin to you, I used to be just like you | |
I pity the fool, it haven' t about 12 past noon | |
The time was 1989 to exact | |
Let' s take it back, now they shoot you up with prosack | |
Shit get real, livin in the battle field | |
With lifestyles and situations where people get killed | |
Cat' s get plunked, what' s the deal? | |
Streets are real, ghg and you can' t see me | |
Successfully, comin from the ghetto you see? | |
Poppin with the flow, just to let the faggot niggas know | |
Now I' m gonna go, live from the ghettio | |
Chorus 4x: lil dap | |
Real like a motherfucker reign supreme | |
Open your eyes, check out my brand new team | |
lil dap | |
See lil dap represent brooklyn, new york | |
So kill all the talk, now watch all these niggas get off | |
We comin with force, puttin mad pressure on rap | |
Cuz these are the facts, knowin when battle niggas get slapped | |
My arms or my two' s, motherfuckers think shit is cool | |
Cuz these are the rules, keep it tight with your crew | |
So when you chillin with your enemy out in the field, | |
Nine times out of ten you have to pack some steel | |
What the deal? a leader not a follower | |
Check my undertoe in the dome and suck that ass up yo | |
See I can win before I even tough mics you see? | |
Warrios went first and go to war, watch the score | |
Fans yelling out for more | |
Chorus 4x | |
black estarr | |
Yo, you damn right I' m real as ever, and black like a butter leather | |
I' m cockin back, movin through your hovah my team | |
The love is there, if you act up I' ll back and then squeeze | |
Nuff shots ring out, so fuck speakin your clout | |
I' m steppin out of proper, just to show you what I' m about | |
A real sheisty muthafucker reppin ghg | |
Like dru down, I' m gangster pimpin tell ya heard to see me | |
So I can put her on the streets, and she can clock my grip | |
And about twenties and honies, wrapped up in the mix | |
And if the trick come up short i' mma bust her shit | |
kaibee | |
Yo me and my niggas, click like nines and techs | |
So put us together, what you got? a bunch of threats | |
I' m running with vests, so let me make this clear | |
Kaibee and brainsick yeah we up in here | |
Livin our life, but son you only get to live once | |
Some wise guy told me how I got to stop smokin blunts | |
But I told I can' t, cuz lala get me amped | |
Thug like the champ, I ain' t got no time to lamp | |
2000 is hear, look around the atmosphere | |
Me and my team were sent here to reign supreme | |
Chorus 4x | |
Outro: lil dap | |
East new york | |
Straight like that, real like that | |
Group home |