歌曲 | Assata's Song |
歌手 | Paris |
专辑 | Sleeping with the Enemy |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Paris | |
Yeah, yeah.. | |
One time, one time.. | |
Goin out, goin out.. | |
To all the sisters.. this one's for y'all.. | |
Thinkin of you, and how the perception came to pass | |
Of a Queen bein just a piece of ass | |
So I ask you how that sound | |
That's for the sisters I missed the last time 'round | |
Because I can't forget what you been through | |
I can't forget the hardships and what you do | |
So I'm payin you the ultimate respect | |
Because I love you and that's what you should get | |
And it's a shame that it comes as a surprise | |
From the man in the land of do or die | |
That the word could ever reach and educate | |
It ain't nuttin' but a style to set it straight | |
And I'm raised right so ladies still first | |
But smooth with the groove for the fools that doubt ya worth | |
Still thinkin of a master plan | |
to protect and respect cause the fact is I love the black woman | |
{*jazz interlude*} | |
And anyway, I remember there was a time | |
When I would see you and try and go for mines | |
Push up in the guts for a month or two | |
Leave a stamp, break camp, y'all know the rules | |
And if somethin went wrong it was yo' fault | |
The time was cut short and so were the phone calls | |
And someone would ax if I know you | |
Come up in my face and I would be like, "What - who?" | |
But then I seen that the game was ignorant | |
The time had come for me to break away from that | |
Don't you know there ain't no future in hurtin our own | |
It's bad enough that the trust and love are gone | |
So I strive for, one to provide for | |
And hold and take and elevate and guide for | |
So many people wanna destroy | |
But I can't and I won't stop ever bein true to black woman | |
{*LONG jazz interlude*} | |
Now brothers, one last note to help us | |
Keep check of some are livin life reckless | |
Runnin with women who don't have respect for self | |
And too foul to wanna get help, huh | |
And sista you don't need a man | |
who cheats and mistreats and beats you bad | |
It's better to have nuttin than somethin at all | |
And end up like a case bein worse than a close call | |
So listen to the message in the song | |
It ain't nuttin but a way to make us strong | |
Quit bein so quick to chase the juice | |
And diss us tryin to taste another's fruit | |
In the land of Ameri-K-K-Ka | |
I gotta hold my own and stay down wit'cha | |
Cause everybody wants to wreck | |
But I'ma love ya and show respect, I need ya black woman | |
{*jazz music to fade*} |
zuo ci : Paris | |
Yeah, yeah.. | |
One time, one time.. | |
Goin out, goin out.. | |
To all the sisters.. this one' s for y' all.. | |
Thinkin of you, and how the perception came to pass | |
Of a Queen bein just a piece of ass | |
So I ask you how that sound | |
That' s for the sisters I missed the last time ' round | |
Because I can' t forget what you been through | |
I can' t forget the hardships and what you do | |
So I' m payin you the ultimate respect | |
Because I love you and that' s what you should get | |
And it' s a shame that it comes as a surprise | |
From the man in the land of do or die | |
That the word could ever reach and educate | |
It ain' t nuttin' but a style to set it straight | |
And I' m raised right so ladies still first | |
But smooth with the groove for the fools that doubt ya worth | |
Still thinkin of a master plan | |
to protect and respect cause the fact is I love the black woman | |
jazz interlude | |
And anyway, I remember there was a time | |
When I would see you and try and go for mines | |
Push up in the guts for a month or two | |
Leave a stamp, break camp, y' all know the rules | |
And if somethin went wrong it was yo' fault | |
The time was cut short and so were the phone calls | |
And someone would ax if I know you | |
Come up in my face and I would be like, " What who?" | |
But then I seen that the game was ignorant | |
The time had come for me to break away from that | |
Don' t you know there ain' t no future in hurtin our own | |
It' s bad enough that the trust and love are gone | |
So I strive for, one to provide for | |
And hold and take and elevate and guide for | |
So many people wanna destroy | |
But I can' t and I won' t stop ever bein true to black woman | |
LONG jazz interlude | |
Now brothers, one last note to help us | |
Keep check of some are livin life reckless | |
Runnin with women who don' t have respect for self | |
And too foul to wanna get help, huh | |
And sista you don' t need a man | |
who cheats and mistreats and beats you bad | |
It' s better to have nuttin than somethin at all | |
And end up like a case bein worse than a close call | |
So listen to the message in the song | |
It ain' t nuttin but a way to make us strong | |
Quit bein so quick to chase the juice | |
And diss us tryin to taste another' s fruit | |
In the land of AmeriKKKa | |
I gotta hold my own and stay down wit' cha | |
Cause everybody wants to wreck | |
But I' ma love ya and show respect, I need ya black woman | |
jazz music to fade |
zuò cí : Paris | |
Yeah, yeah.. | |
One time, one time.. | |
Goin out, goin out.. | |
To all the sisters.. this one' s for y' all.. | |
Thinkin of you, and how the perception came to pass | |
Of a Queen bein just a piece of ass | |
So I ask you how that sound | |
That' s for the sisters I missed the last time ' round | |
Because I can' t forget what you been through | |
I can' t forget the hardships and what you do | |
So I' m payin you the ultimate respect | |
Because I love you and that' s what you should get | |
And it' s a shame that it comes as a surprise | |
From the man in the land of do or die | |
That the word could ever reach and educate | |
It ain' t nuttin' but a style to set it straight | |
And I' m raised right so ladies still first | |
But smooth with the groove for the fools that doubt ya worth | |
Still thinkin of a master plan | |
to protect and respect cause the fact is I love the black woman | |
jazz interlude | |
And anyway, I remember there was a time | |
When I would see you and try and go for mines | |
Push up in the guts for a month or two | |
Leave a stamp, break camp, y' all know the rules | |
And if somethin went wrong it was yo' fault | |
The time was cut short and so were the phone calls | |
And someone would ax if I know you | |
Come up in my face and I would be like, " What who?" | |
But then I seen that the game was ignorant | |
The time had come for me to break away from that | |
Don' t you know there ain' t no future in hurtin our own | |
It' s bad enough that the trust and love are gone | |
So I strive for, one to provide for | |
And hold and take and elevate and guide for | |
So many people wanna destroy | |
But I can' t and I won' t stop ever bein true to black woman | |
LONG jazz interlude | |
Now brothers, one last note to help us | |
Keep check of some are livin life reckless | |
Runnin with women who don' t have respect for self | |
And too foul to wanna get help, huh | |
And sista you don' t need a man | |
who cheats and mistreats and beats you bad | |
It' s better to have nuttin than somethin at all | |
And end up like a case bein worse than a close call | |
So listen to the message in the song | |
It ain' t nuttin but a way to make us strong | |
Quit bein so quick to chase the juice | |
And diss us tryin to taste another' s fruit | |
In the land of AmeriKKKa | |
I gotta hold my own and stay down wit' cha | |
Cause everybody wants to wreck | |
But I' ma love ya and show respect, I need ya black woman | |
jazz music to fade |