Wrong Side Of Da Tracks 歌词
| 歌曲 | Wrong Side Of Da Tracks |
| 歌手 | Artifacts |
| 专辑 | Between A Rock And A Hard Place |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Anandon, Brown, Ray, Williams | |
| Verse One: Tame One | |
| I'm out to bomb like Vietnam under the same name Tame One | |
| The bad one, ink flow master bastard with the Magnum | |
| I tags up quick, and then I steps to the exit | |
| When it's time to get sefted or flex on some fresh shit | |
| Some wack crook stole my black book I know who took it | |
| I know his whole tag because the fag writes his name crooked | |
| The ink I use might stink, but you gotta think | |
| I got my props Hoppes, cause my tags don't shrink | |
| I'm taggin and baggin bitches cause my name, is famous in the street | |
| Cause they know my name's from cruising in the Jeeps | |
| So yo, grab a can and put your man up and stand up | |
| For the fresh never stale niggaz off the third rail | |
| Deep dark and black like the Magnum I pack | |
| It's that Artifacts chat from the wrong side of da tracks | |
| Chorus: repeat 2X | |
| The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks | |
| The Artifacts are from the wrong side | |
| Verse Two: El Da Sensai | |
| I load my backpack with spray paint Girbaud couldn't spark the | |
| Tagging up a train I catch the pound take a trip | |
| To the train yards and think back, when I used to write that | |
| Shit that used to hit, had all the mad color tips | |
| Breakin was my thing I used to spin the back | |
| I never thought I'd spin the wax, with tracks to make your hands clap | |
| I could've went the other way but no haps | |
| I got my dap on the map with the Bic down to a spray cap | |
| Niggaz used to doubt to my clout but now I turn em out | |
| They shout my shout out uptown, like they wanna be down | |
| Avoid the crowds that wanna stab me in the back enough of that | |
| Watch the third rail track, cause I don't wanna get zapped | |
| Pieces I burn to show my name no shame | |
| Don't wanna put the blame down on my nigga Tame | |
| Brothers don't wanna see me grow to get my cash flow | |
| I have no remorse, so check me out in The Source | |
| Chorus (2X) | |
| Verse Three: Tame One, El Da Sensai | |
| I burn my name up quick like a Thai stick | |
| As red as my eyes get I still rocks the fly shit | |
| Back with some ultra flat black catchin wreck in a sec | |
| Wet paint, ain't shit, when I'm on the set | |
| I'm live like the third rail, on time like a fast train | |
| The name Tame alone got fame so f**k a last name | |
| I tags mad when I drag a fat sack of ism | |
| Comin out with New Editions like Mike Bivins | |
| I get a sticker from my nigga with the bag of em | |
| Write my name on em then I peel off the back of em | |
| And stick em to victims of underground systems | |
| Let the toys bring the noise, me and my boys are gonna diss em | |
| In conclusion don't snooze when two niggaz from the Jerz | |
| Kick the mad graffiti slurs and kick the bass to the curb | |
| The Artifacts Jack, bringin the art of facts back | |
| Some seem to forget about the ebony that caught wreck | |
| So remember this you're tender when you slip in to enter | |
| The Artifacts zone cause graffiti's still growin | |
| To kick ass pizazz slash let me tag | |
| Why is that black? Because the wack jack was known as a fag | |
| So don't cross the path that's the gat to your back | |
| The Artifacts out, wrong side of da tracks | |
| Chorus (2X) |
| zuo qu : Anandon, Brown, Ray, Williams | |
| Verse One: Tame One | |
| I' m out to bomb like Vietnam under the same name Tame One | |
| The bad one, ink flow master bastard with the Magnum | |
| I tags up quick, and then I steps to the exit | |
| When it' s time to get sefted or flex on some fresh shit | |
| Some wack crook stole my black book I know who took it | |
| I know his whole tag because the fag writes his name crooked | |
| The ink I use might stink, but you gotta think | |
| I got my props Hoppes, cause my tags don' t shrink | |
| I' m taggin and baggin bitches cause my name, is famous in the street | |
| Cause they know my name' s from cruising in the Jeeps | |
| So yo, grab a can and put your man up and stand up | |
| For the fresh never stale niggaz off the third rail | |
| Deep dark and black like the Magnum I pack | |
| It' s that Artifacts chat from the wrong side of da tracks | |
| Chorus: repeat 2X | |
| The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks | |
| The Artifacts are from the wrong side | |
| Verse Two: El Da Sensai | |
| I load my backpack with spray paint Girbaud couldn' t spark the | |
| Tagging up a train I catch the pound take a trip | |
| To the train yards and think back, when I used to write that | |
| Shit that used to hit, had all the mad color tips | |
| Breakin was my thing I used to spin the back | |
| I never thought I' d spin the wax, with tracks to make your hands clap | |
| I could' ve went the other way but no haps | |
| I got my dap on the map with the Bic down to a spray cap | |
| Niggaz used to doubt to my clout but now I turn em out | |
| They shout my shout out uptown, like they wanna be down | |
| Avoid the crowds that wanna stab me in the back enough of that | |
| Watch the third rail track, cause I don' t wanna get zapped | |
| Pieces I burn to show my name no shame | |
| Don' t wanna put the blame down on my nigga Tame | |
| Brothers don' t wanna see me grow to get my cash flow | |
| I have no remorse, so check me out in The Source | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| Verse Three: Tame One, El Da Sensai | |
| I burn my name up quick like a Thai stick | |
| As red as my eyes get I still rocks the fly shit | |
| Back with some ultra flat black catchin wreck in a sec | |
| Wet paint, ain' t shit, when I' m on the set | |
| I' m live like the third rail, on time like a fast train | |
| The name Tame alone got fame so f k a last name | |
| I tags mad when I drag a fat sack of ism | |
| Comin out with New Editions like Mike Bivins | |
| I get a sticker from my nigga with the bag of em | |
| Write my name on em then I peel off the back of em | |
| And stick em to victims of underground systems | |
| Let the toys bring the noise, me and my boys are gonna diss em | |
| In conclusion don' t snooze when two niggaz from the Jerz | |
| Kick the mad graffiti slurs and kick the bass to the curb | |
| The Artifacts Jack, bringin the art of facts back | |
| Some seem to forget about the ebony that caught wreck | |
| So remember this you' re tender when you slip in to enter | |
| The Artifacts zone cause graffiti' s still growin | |
| To kick ass pizazz slash let me tag | |
| Why is that black? Because the wack jack was known as a fag | |
| So don' t cross the path that' s the gat to your back | |
| The Artifacts out, wrong side of da tracks | |
| Chorus 2X |
| zuò qǔ : Anandon, Brown, Ray, Williams | |
| Verse One: Tame One | |
| I' m out to bomb like Vietnam under the same name Tame One | |
| The bad one, ink flow master bastard with the Magnum | |
| I tags up quick, and then I steps to the exit | |
| When it' s time to get sefted or flex on some fresh shit | |
| Some wack crook stole my black book I know who took it | |
| I know his whole tag because the fag writes his name crooked | |
| The ink I use might stink, but you gotta think | |
| I got my props Hoppes, cause my tags don' t shrink | |
| I' m taggin and baggin bitches cause my name, is famous in the street | |
| Cause they know my name' s from cruising in the Jeeps | |
| So yo, grab a can and put your man up and stand up | |
| For the fresh never stale niggaz off the third rail | |
| Deep dark and black like the Magnum I pack | |
| It' s that Artifacts chat from the wrong side of da tracks | |
| Chorus: repeat 2X | |
| The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks | |
| The Artifacts are from the wrong side | |
| Verse Two: El Da Sensai | |
| I load my backpack with spray paint Girbaud couldn' t spark the | |
| Tagging up a train I catch the pound take a trip | |
| To the train yards and think back, when I used to write that | |
| Shit that used to hit, had all the mad color tips | |
| Breakin was my thing I used to spin the back | |
| I never thought I' d spin the wax, with tracks to make your hands clap | |
| I could' ve went the other way but no haps | |
| I got my dap on the map with the Bic down to a spray cap | |
| Niggaz used to doubt to my clout but now I turn em out | |
| They shout my shout out uptown, like they wanna be down | |
| Avoid the crowds that wanna stab me in the back enough of that | |
| Watch the third rail track, cause I don' t wanna get zapped | |
| Pieces I burn to show my name no shame | |
| Don' t wanna put the blame down on my nigga Tame | |
| Brothers don' t wanna see me grow to get my cash flow | |
| I have no remorse, so check me out in The Source | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| Verse Three: Tame One, El Da Sensai | |
| I burn my name up quick like a Thai stick | |
| As red as my eyes get I still rocks the fly shit | |
| Back with some ultra flat black catchin wreck in a sec | |
| Wet paint, ain' t shit, when I' m on the set | |
| I' m live like the third rail, on time like a fast train | |
| The name Tame alone got fame so f k a last name | |
| I tags mad when I drag a fat sack of ism | |
| Comin out with New Editions like Mike Bivins | |
| I get a sticker from my nigga with the bag of em | |
| Write my name on em then I peel off the back of em | |
| And stick em to victims of underground systems | |
| Let the toys bring the noise, me and my boys are gonna diss em | |
| In conclusion don' t snooze when two niggaz from the Jerz | |
| Kick the mad graffiti slurs and kick the bass to the curb | |
| The Artifacts Jack, bringin the art of facts back | |
| Some seem to forget about the ebony that caught wreck | |
| So remember this you' re tender when you slip in to enter | |
| The Artifacts zone cause graffiti' s still growin | |
| To kick ass pizazz slash let me tag | |
| Why is that black? Because the wack jack was known as a fag | |
| So don' t cross the path that' s the gat to your back | |
| The Artifacts out, wrong side of da tracks | |
| Chorus 2X |
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