歌曲 | Show Em Whatcha Got |
歌手 | Public Enemy |
专辑 | It Takes A Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : James Henry Boxley III & Carlton Ridenhour & Eric Sadler | |
Talkin dat drive by shit | |
Everybody talkin dat gangsta shit | |
Talkin dat drive by thang | |
Everybody talking dat gangsta swang | |
Slaves to the rhythm of the master | |
Buck boom buck another | |
Neighborhood disaster (Drummer hit me one) | |
A gun iz a gun iz | |
A muther fuckin gun | |
But an organized side | |
Keep a sellout niga on the run | |
What you gonna do to get paid | |
Step on the rest of the hood | |
Till the drug raid | |
See you runnin like roaches | |
Black gangstas need track coaches | |
The white law set you up raw | |
When you have his trust in killin us | |
Talkin dat gattalk | |
Walkin dat catwalk | |
Where you tryin to go wit dat | |
Dont even go dere wit dat rap | |
Guns drugs an money | |
All you know how | |
So whatcha gonna do now? | |
I'm bout ready to bounce | |
Trouble on the corner of blunt ave | |
An 40 ounce | |
Madd uncivilized lifestyles 30 years bids for kids, now thats wild | |
I'm raisin my child | |
I'm steppin to da curb | |
Wit a sign do not disturb | |
Too much dont give a fuck | |
Or a damn thing | |
But choose what the other man bring | |
I sing a song cause | |
I see wrong | |
I'm not down with the fe fi fo | |
Where I come from | |
See, the brothers aint dumb | |
Sense goes over nonsense | |
When it makes no sense | |
I'm throwin up da fence | |
Talkin dat drive by shit | |
Everybody talkin dat gangsta shit | |
Talkin dat drive by thang | |
Everybody talkin dat gangsta swang | |
Talkin dat gattalk | |
Walkin dat catwalk | |
Were you tryin to go wit dat | |
Dont even go there wit dat rap | |
Guns drugs & money | |
All you know how | |
So whatcha gone do now? [Break] | |
The only good niga iz a dead niga | |
Dats what they used to say | |
Cant understand why a man | |
Gotta use a trigga | |
On his own, suppose to act grown | |
Cracka in da back | |
Watch a brother pull a trigga on another brother | |
Couldn't shoot and shot a mother | |
Four kids alone home | |
Ungrown & now they on they own | |
Now check yourself cool | |
What good iz da hood if ya actin a fool | |
Talkin dat gattalk, walkin dat catwalk |
zuo qu : James Henry Boxley III Carlton Ridenhour Eric Sadler | |
Talkin dat drive by shit | |
Everybody talkin dat gangsta shit | |
Talkin dat drive by thang | |
Everybody talking dat gangsta swang | |
Slaves to the rhythm of the master | |
Buck boom buck another | |
Neighborhood disaster Drummer hit me one | |
A gun iz a gun iz | |
A muther fuckin gun | |
But an organized side | |
Keep a sellout niga on the run | |
What you gonna do to get paid | |
Step on the rest of the hood | |
Till the drug raid | |
See you runnin like roaches | |
Black gangstas need track coaches | |
The white law set you up raw | |
When you have his trust in killin us | |
Talkin dat gattalk | |
Walkin dat catwalk | |
Where you tryin to go wit dat | |
Dont even go dere wit dat rap | |
Guns drugs an money | |
All you know how | |
So whatcha gonna do now? | |
I' m bout ready to bounce | |
Trouble on the corner of blunt ave | |
An 40 ounce | |
Madd uncivilized lifestyles 30 years bids for kids, now thats wild | |
I' m raisin my child | |
I' m steppin to da curb | |
Wit a sign do not disturb | |
Too much dont give a fuck | |
Or a damn thing | |
But choose what the other man bring | |
I sing a song cause | |
I see wrong | |
I' m not down with the fe fi fo | |
Where I come from | |
See, the brothers aint dumb | |
Sense goes over nonsense | |
When it makes no sense | |
I' m throwin up da fence | |
Talkin dat drive by shit | |
Everybody talkin dat gangsta shit | |
Talkin dat drive by thang | |
Everybody talkin dat gangsta swang | |
Talkin dat gattalk | |
Walkin dat catwalk | |
Were you tryin to go wit dat | |
Dont even go there wit dat rap | |
Guns drugs money | |
All you know how | |
So whatcha gone do now? Break | |
The only good niga iz a dead niga | |
Dats what they used to say | |
Cant understand why a man | |
Gotta use a trigga | |
On his own, suppose to act grown | |
Cracka in da back | |
Watch a brother pull a trigga on another brother | |
Couldn' t shoot and shot a mother | |
Four kids alone home | |
Ungrown now they on they own | |
Now check yourself cool | |
What good iz da hood if ya actin a fool | |
Talkin dat gattalk, walkin dat catwalk |
zuò qǔ : James Henry Boxley III Carlton Ridenhour Eric Sadler | |
Talkin dat drive by shit | |
Everybody talkin dat gangsta shit | |
Talkin dat drive by thang | |
Everybody talking dat gangsta swang | |
Slaves to the rhythm of the master | |
Buck boom buck another | |
Neighborhood disaster Drummer hit me one | |
A gun iz a gun iz | |
A muther fuckin gun | |
But an organized side | |
Keep a sellout niga on the run | |
What you gonna do to get paid | |
Step on the rest of the hood | |
Till the drug raid | |
See you runnin like roaches | |
Black gangstas need track coaches | |
The white law set you up raw | |
When you have his trust in killin us | |
Talkin dat gattalk | |
Walkin dat catwalk | |
Where you tryin to go wit dat | |
Dont even go dere wit dat rap | |
Guns drugs an money | |
All you know how | |
So whatcha gonna do now? | |
I' m bout ready to bounce | |
Trouble on the corner of blunt ave | |
An 40 ounce | |
Madd uncivilized lifestyles 30 years bids for kids, now thats wild | |
I' m raisin my child | |
I' m steppin to da curb | |
Wit a sign do not disturb | |
Too much dont give a fuck | |
Or a damn thing | |
But choose what the other man bring | |
I sing a song cause | |
I see wrong | |
I' m not down with the fe fi fo | |
Where I come from | |
See, the brothers aint dumb | |
Sense goes over nonsense | |
When it makes no sense | |
I' m throwin up da fence | |
Talkin dat drive by shit | |
Everybody talkin dat gangsta shit | |
Talkin dat drive by thang | |
Everybody talkin dat gangsta swang | |
Talkin dat gattalk | |
Walkin dat catwalk | |
Were you tryin to go wit dat | |
Dont even go there wit dat rap | |
Guns drugs money | |
All you know how | |
So whatcha gone do now? Break | |
The only good niga iz a dead niga | |
Dats what they used to say | |
Cant understand why a man | |
Gotta use a trigga | |
On his own, suppose to act grown | |
Cracka in da back | |
Watch a brother pull a trigga on another brother | |
Couldn' t shoot and shot a mother | |
Four kids alone home | |
Ungrown now they on they own | |
Now check yourself cool | |
What good iz da hood if ya actin a fool | |
Talkin dat gattalk, walkin dat catwalk |