I Need Representation 歌词
| 歌曲 | I Need Representation |
| 歌手 | Kokane |
| 专辑 | Funk Upon a Rhyme |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cold One Eighty Seven um ... | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Open your eyes | |
| Do you ever feel that life's so ruff | |
| Do you realize | |
| We're living in a system that's so unjust | |
| They say all people are created | |
| Supposed to be so equal | |
| Then why is it I'm like ? | |
| Some guilty is that equal | |
| The world is ? | |
| But thing just ain't the same | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Now what you gonna do | |
| When you got no hope | |
| When you gotta feed ya kids | |
| And you gotta slang dope | |
| Now what you gonna do when ya false accused | |
| I need representation | |
| Now I'm dressed in the county blues | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| I see marijuana ship? | |
| Waiting to get out no doubt, no doubt | |
| They say it's un-american | |
| They say it's un-american | |
| Its all america it its? | |
| Tis tis tis tis | |
| Are the ones that killed my great black leaders | |
| Are the same ones | |
| Are the same ones in office | |
| Now tell me who's wrong | |
| Now whats going on, what's going on in the revolution | |
| Mad in sight of a? | |
| Mixed in cypher | |
| It's time for revolution | |
| [Bridge] | |
| Rolling with my homies and I'm packing, jacking | |
| If you need that dope I got that double up sack | |
| Double up, double up | |
| Much love for you | |
| Taste more better than a Almond Joy | |
| And when I rock it up it always swell | |
| Never using B-12, B-12 | |
| When I rock it up it always swell | |
| Never using B-12, B-12 | |
| Now I'm like sick | |
| I get sick of those racist TV shows | |
| Those cops | |
| Cause all my black people are stars | |
| Cause all we ever get seen is on 6 o'clock | |
| News that is, maybe were Connie Chung | |
| Now what going on, what's going down, what's your game | |
| When we want to know but thing just go away | |
| [Chorus] | |
| What you gonna do | |
| When ya got no hope | |
| When you gotta feed ya kids | |
| And ya gotta slang dope | |
| Now what you gonna do when ya falsed accused | |
| I need representation | |
| Now I'm dressed in the county blues | |
| I see men all over this ship? | |
| Waiting to get out no doubt | |
| With no clout | |
| Now let me tell you here | |
| Open your eyes | |
| Do you ever feel that life's so ruff | |
| Do you realize | |
| We're living in a system that so unjust | |
| All people are created | |
| Supposed to be so equal... |
| zuo ci : Cold One Eighty Seven um. . . | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Open your eyes | |
| Do you ever feel that life' s so ruff | |
| Do you realize | |
| We' re living in a system that' s so unjust | |
| They say all people are created | |
| Supposed to be so equal | |
| Then why is it I' m like? | |
| Some guilty is that equal | |
| The world is? | |
| But thing just ain' t the same | |
| Chorus | |
| Now what you gonna do | |
| When you got no hope | |
| When you gotta feed ya kids | |
| And you gotta slang dope | |
| Now what you gonna do when ya false accused | |
| I need representation | |
| Now I' m dressed in the county blues | |
| Verse 2 | |
| I see marijuana ship? | |
| Waiting to get out no doubt, no doubt | |
| They say it' s un-american | |
| They say it' s un-american | |
| Its all america it its? | |
| Tis tis tis tis | |
| Are the ones that killed my great black leaders | |
| Are the same ones | |
| Are the same ones in office | |
| Now tell me who' s wrong | |
| Now whats going on, what' s going on in the revolution | |
| Mad in sight of a? | |
| Mixed in cypher | |
| It' s time for revolution | |
| Bridge | |
| Rolling with my homies and I' m packing, jacking | |
| If you need that dope I got that double up sack | |
| Double up, double up | |
| Much love for you | |
| Taste more better than a Almond Joy | |
| And when I rock it up it always swell | |
| Never using B-12, B-12 | |
| When I rock it up it always swell | |
| Never using B-12, B-12 | |
| Now I' m like sick | |
| I get sick of those racist TV shows | |
| Those cops | |
| Cause all my black people are stars | |
| Cause all we ever get seen is on 6 o' clock | |
| News that is, maybe were Connie Chung | |
| Now what going on, what' s going down, what' s your game | |
| When we want to know but thing just go away | |
| Chorus | |
| What you gonna do | |
| When ya got no hope | |
| When you gotta feed ya kids | |
| And ya gotta slang dope | |
| Now what you gonna do when ya falsed accused | |
| I need representation | |
| Now I' m dressed in the county blues | |
| I see men all over this ship? | |
| Waiting to get out no doubt | |
| With no clout | |
| Now let me tell you here | |
| Open your eyes | |
| Do you ever feel that life' s so ruff | |
| Do you realize | |
| We' re living in a system that so unjust | |
| All people are created | |
| Supposed to be so equal. . . |
| zuò cí : Cold One Eighty Seven um. . . | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Open your eyes | |
| Do you ever feel that life' s so ruff | |
| Do you realize | |
| We' re living in a system that' s so unjust | |
| They say all people are created | |
| Supposed to be so equal | |
| Then why is it I' m like? | |
| Some guilty is that equal | |
| The world is? | |
| But thing just ain' t the same | |
| Chorus | |
| Now what you gonna do | |
| When you got no hope | |
| When you gotta feed ya kids | |
| And you gotta slang dope | |
| Now what you gonna do when ya false accused | |
| I need representation | |
| Now I' m dressed in the county blues | |
| Verse 2 | |
| I see marijuana ship? | |
| Waiting to get out no doubt, no doubt | |
| They say it' s un-american | |
| They say it' s un-american | |
| Its all america it its? | |
| Tis tis tis tis | |
| Are the ones that killed my great black leaders | |
| Are the same ones | |
| Are the same ones in office | |
| Now tell me who' s wrong | |
| Now whats going on, what' s going on in the revolution | |
| Mad in sight of a? | |
| Mixed in cypher | |
| It' s time for revolution | |
| Bridge | |
| Rolling with my homies and I' m packing, jacking | |
| If you need that dope I got that double up sack | |
| Double up, double up | |
| Much love for you | |
| Taste more better than a Almond Joy | |
| And when I rock it up it always swell | |
| Never using B-12, B-12 | |
| When I rock it up it always swell | |
| Never using B-12, B-12 | |
| Now I' m like sick | |
| I get sick of those racist TV shows | |
| Those cops | |
| Cause all my black people are stars | |
| Cause all we ever get seen is on 6 o' clock | |
| News that is, maybe were Connie Chung | |
| Now what going on, what' s going down, what' s your game | |
| When we want to know but thing just go away | |
| Chorus | |
| What you gonna do | |
| When ya got no hope | |
| When you gotta feed ya kids | |
| And ya gotta slang dope | |
| Now what you gonna do when ya falsed accused | |
| I need representation | |
| Now I' m dressed in the county blues | |
| I see men all over this ship? | |
| Waiting to get out no doubt | |
| With no clout | |
| Now let me tell you here | |
| Open your eyes | |
| Do you ever feel that life' s so ruff | |
| Do you realize | |
| We' re living in a system that so unjust | |
| All people are created | |
| Supposed to be so equal. . . |
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