歌曲 | Purse Snatchaz |
歌手 | Onyx |
专辑 | All We Got Iz Us |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Baker, Jones, Quinn, Scruggs ... | |
There's no sunshine in the city | |
That's the way it's going down | |
People kill and people dyin | |
Every time i turn around | |
There's no sunshine... | |
[sticky fingaz] | |
I roll wit purse snatchaz, the villains, and trespassers | |
Criminalist, and parole violators | |
I raidin wit regulators, invaded the instigators | |
Passed the procrastinators, rolled on retaliators | |
Roamin at home wit burglars, party wit murderers | |
Scandal big reelers, i sell coke to dope dealers | |
Ask the stash dealers, so rash the gat peelers | |
The time behind bars, ridin in stolen cars | |
Forty deuce six, posin hard, rollin large | |
Big pockets that pay, pistol black is big smackers | |
Back up the ally, attack us, waitin for the crackers | |
Smugglers, muggers, in the gutters wit ruck cutters | |
Runnin up on niggas for butter lovers, or whatever | |
Can't take it for hoppers cockers, by watchin cops and robbers | |
But kid it's, kinda fittest, quit this, money get this | |
For beaters wit heaters to bleed us, and speed us, and 2 seaters | |
Crime essence and crime confessions, yea pure precious | |
My guess is good as yours, while niggas be takin draws | |
Rapers and zipper rippers, take rappers and over actors | |
Bottle throwers, the buddha rollers | |
I roll wit cigar smoke flowers | |
Boilers wit playas, slashes bashes mercedes | |
Always solicit, and pullin out on project business | |
Schemin and scandalous, the dreamers and pan handlers | |
Ready to run up in rockefeller, put the glock in the teller | |
And tell the bitch to give the money, and hurry up | |
[chorus] | |
[sonsee] | |
To me, usg livin, is one gigantic ring of concealin | |
Double dealin, drug fiendin, sellin and schemin | |
On the next beam, fleein from the cops, caught wit beings | |
Illegal operatin, law violatin and death escalatin | |
We all need our dollars straighten, bro we can't be toleratin | |
Man that's frustratin, that's why we be demonstratin | |
How we be law breakin, cash takin, drug jugglin | |
Hand to hand, stand and lookout, money struck out to keep 'em strugglin | |
Embezzlin, extortin, man slaughter and assaultin | |
Mass shootin, slugs stabbin, gangs feudin and females boostin | |
For child supportin, or self done abortion | |
Everything costin, we all lustin for this fortune | |
So we'll still be rowdy and riotin and lookin | |
Every group and, until we see some more improvin | |
It'll be mad human deliciously, can't completion | |
Cuz every day is killin season | |
[chorus] | |
[sticky fingaz] | |
I pledge allegiance to the street and blame god | |
For the creation of this pitiful earth, that's filled wit temptation | |
Birth was my invitation, death will be initiation | |
Now i just got a probation, so wish me congratulation | |
But i'm under investigation, for psychic evaluation | |
Facin incarceration, and isolation over the color discrimination | |
So i need the participation the caucasian assassination | |
Time is wastin, it's a sticky situation | |
Tryin to stop a reproduction, to come off a population | |
And there's no exaggeration, so whoever in an association | |
Wit the nigga retaliation that needs a total cooperation | |
When hours of desperation, on for ya information | |
A confrontation will be fought by the younger generation | |
Cuz we got determination, all we need is organization | |
So i use my concentration wit a jim crow education | |
Cuz history repeats itself, ya destination ya plantation | |
All come as loud as nation, that builds upon a communication | |
And then without a explanation, a hesitation, we have a reservation | |
To elite from a tree my decorations | |
So because of these altercations, we need to make some me duration's | |
That's being the manipulation of this god damn nation | |
And witness how the warn indication, so it's the indian conversation |
zuo qu : Baker, Jones, Quinn, Scruggs ... | |
There' s no sunshine in the city | |
That' s the way it' s going down | |
People kill and people dyin | |
Every time i turn around | |
There' s no sunshine... | |
sticky fingaz | |
I roll wit purse snatchaz, the villains, and trespassers | |
Criminalist, and parole violators | |
I raidin wit regulators, invaded the instigators | |
Passed the procrastinators, rolled on retaliators | |
Roamin at home wit burglars, party wit murderers | |
Scandal big reelers, i sell coke to dope dealers | |
Ask the stash dealers, so rash the gat peelers | |
The time behind bars, ridin in stolen cars | |
Forty deuce six, posin hard, rollin large | |
Big pockets that pay, pistol black is big smackers | |
Back up the ally, attack us, waitin for the crackers | |
Smugglers, muggers, in the gutters wit ruck cutters | |
Runnin up on niggas for butter lovers, or whatever | |
Can' t take it for hoppers cockers, by watchin cops and robbers | |
But kid it' s, kinda fittest, quit this, money get this | |
For beaters wit heaters to bleed us, and speed us, and 2 seaters | |
Crime essence and crime confessions, yea pure precious | |
My guess is good as yours, while niggas be takin draws | |
Rapers and zipper rippers, take rappers and over actors | |
Bottle throwers, the buddha rollers | |
I roll wit cigar smoke flowers | |
Boilers wit playas, slashes bashes mercedes | |
Always solicit, and pullin out on project business | |
Schemin and scandalous, the dreamers and pan handlers | |
Ready to run up in rockefeller, put the glock in the teller | |
And tell the bitch to give the money, and hurry up | |
chorus | |
sonsee | |
To me, usg livin, is one gigantic ring of concealin | |
Double dealin, drug fiendin, sellin and schemin | |
On the next beam, fleein from the cops, caught wit beings | |
Illegal operatin, law violatin and death escalatin | |
We all need our dollars straighten, bro we can' t be toleratin | |
Man that' s frustratin, that' s why we be demonstratin | |
How we be law breakin, cash takin, drug jugglin | |
Hand to hand, stand and lookout, money struck out to keep ' em strugglin | |
Embezzlin, extortin, man slaughter and assaultin | |
Mass shootin, slugs stabbin, gangs feudin and females boostin | |
For child supportin, or self done abortion | |
Everything costin, we all lustin for this fortune | |
So we' ll still be rowdy and riotin and lookin | |
Every group and, until we see some more improvin | |
It' ll be mad human deliciously, can' t completion | |
Cuz every day is killin season | |
chorus | |
sticky fingaz | |
I pledge allegiance to the street and blame god | |
For the creation of this pitiful earth, that' s filled wit temptation | |
Birth was my invitation, death will be initiation | |
Now i just got a probation, so wish me congratulation | |
But i' m under investigation, for psychic evaluation | |
Facin incarceration, and isolation over the color discrimination | |
So i need the participation the caucasian assassination | |
Time is wastin, it' s a sticky situation | |
Tryin to stop a reproduction, to come off a population | |
And there' s no exaggeration, so whoever in an association | |
Wit the nigga retaliation that needs a total cooperation | |
When hours of desperation, on for ya information | |
A confrontation will be fought by the younger generation | |
Cuz we got determination, all we need is organization | |
So i use my concentration wit a jim crow education | |
Cuz history repeats itself, ya destination ya plantation | |
All come as loud as nation, that builds upon a communication | |
And then without a explanation, a hesitation, we have a reservation | |
To elite from a tree my decorations | |
So because of these altercations, we need to make some me duration' s | |
That' s being the manipulation of this god damn nation | |
And witness how the warn indication, so it' s the indian conversation |
zuò qǔ : Baker, Jones, Quinn, Scruggs ... | |
There' s no sunshine in the city | |
That' s the way it' s going down | |
People kill and people dyin | |
Every time i turn around | |
There' s no sunshine... | |
sticky fingaz | |
I roll wit purse snatchaz, the villains, and trespassers | |
Criminalist, and parole violators | |
I raidin wit regulators, invaded the instigators | |
Passed the procrastinators, rolled on retaliators | |
Roamin at home wit burglars, party wit murderers | |
Scandal big reelers, i sell coke to dope dealers | |
Ask the stash dealers, so rash the gat peelers | |
The time behind bars, ridin in stolen cars | |
Forty deuce six, posin hard, rollin large | |
Big pockets that pay, pistol black is big smackers | |
Back up the ally, attack us, waitin for the crackers | |
Smugglers, muggers, in the gutters wit ruck cutters | |
Runnin up on niggas for butter lovers, or whatever | |
Can' t take it for hoppers cockers, by watchin cops and robbers | |
But kid it' s, kinda fittest, quit this, money get this | |
For beaters wit heaters to bleed us, and speed us, and 2 seaters | |
Crime essence and crime confessions, yea pure precious | |
My guess is good as yours, while niggas be takin draws | |
Rapers and zipper rippers, take rappers and over actors | |
Bottle throwers, the buddha rollers | |
I roll wit cigar smoke flowers | |
Boilers wit playas, slashes bashes mercedes | |
Always solicit, and pullin out on project business | |
Schemin and scandalous, the dreamers and pan handlers | |
Ready to run up in rockefeller, put the glock in the teller | |
And tell the bitch to give the money, and hurry up | |
chorus | |
sonsee | |
To me, usg livin, is one gigantic ring of concealin | |
Double dealin, drug fiendin, sellin and schemin | |
On the next beam, fleein from the cops, caught wit beings | |
Illegal operatin, law violatin and death escalatin | |
We all need our dollars straighten, bro we can' t be toleratin | |
Man that' s frustratin, that' s why we be demonstratin | |
How we be law breakin, cash takin, drug jugglin | |
Hand to hand, stand and lookout, money struck out to keep ' em strugglin | |
Embezzlin, extortin, man slaughter and assaultin | |
Mass shootin, slugs stabbin, gangs feudin and females boostin | |
For child supportin, or self done abortion | |
Everything costin, we all lustin for this fortune | |
So we' ll still be rowdy and riotin and lookin | |
Every group and, until we see some more improvin | |
It' ll be mad human deliciously, can' t completion | |
Cuz every day is killin season | |
chorus | |
sticky fingaz | |
I pledge allegiance to the street and blame god | |
For the creation of this pitiful earth, that' s filled wit temptation | |
Birth was my invitation, death will be initiation | |
Now i just got a probation, so wish me congratulation | |
But i' m under investigation, for psychic evaluation | |
Facin incarceration, and isolation over the color discrimination | |
So i need the participation the caucasian assassination | |
Time is wastin, it' s a sticky situation | |
Tryin to stop a reproduction, to come off a population | |
And there' s no exaggeration, so whoever in an association | |
Wit the nigga retaliation that needs a total cooperation | |
When hours of desperation, on for ya information | |
A confrontation will be fought by the younger generation | |
Cuz we got determination, all we need is organization | |
So i use my concentration wit a jim crow education | |
Cuz history repeats itself, ya destination ya plantation | |
All come as loud as nation, that builds upon a communication | |
And then without a explanation, a hesitation, we have a reservation | |
To elite from a tree my decorations | |
So because of these altercations, we need to make some me duration' s | |
That' s being the manipulation of this god damn nation | |
And witness how the warn indication, so it' s the indian conversation |