歌曲 | I Refuse Limitation |
歌手 | Goodie Mob |
歌手 | Backbone |
专辑 | Still Standing |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Barnett, Burton, Gipp ... | |
Backbone: | |
One time | |
Uh for these freaky hoes i lust | |
But i'm still flickin ashes a lot of other motherfuckers snort dust | |
But that's they thang | |
A lot of us fall victim somehow | |
But that's that game | |
Won't try to explain | |
From books to bricks | |
Now i see crooks and tricks | |
Caught up in the mix | |
Of everyday in every way but the right | |
I control the substance my people fiend for at night | |
Lord knows i do wrong | |
Sound like the same old song | |
A lot of niggas singing | |
Homeboys conceal your weapons | |
Cuz ain't gon be no smokin session in heaven | |
No more be buckin yo luck | |
Seven eleven on the first roll | |
Don't let the streets rock and roll yo soul | |
Swats ga by way of cascade heights | |
Gunshots roadblocks sidewalks and ice | |
Khujo: | |
Sold me out for 3.5 grams of neighborhood clout | |
Now what the fucks we bout | |
I'm back home from the bullshit | |
Puttin in work | |
Meanwhile others dug ditches and covered themselves in dirt | |
One squirt | |
And you locked down forever | |
Can't run from reality | |
Lurking you closer and closer away | |
To the same old traps | |
Now you never learn from your mistakes | |
So now you wear this ass whoopin wit pride | |
What side you on? | |
It wasn't no i in team | |
Only in your dreams | |
Saturated with schemes | |
Yea you right, god gon deal wit ya | |
Fallin from his grace | |
Rookie cop moves cause shifty game | |
And 30 days i'm blessed in the hole | |
But that's till i go to the state federal | |
Penitentiary | |
Yea i could did my time standin on one foot | |
But see i fucked up royally | |
Thought i was slick | |
Them herpes-havin ass crackers changed my big check to six | |
Times wit dean whitaker's sermon of the day | |
But when i go to sleep i don't dream no more i just lay | |
A wise man knows his limitations | |
Concrete, concrete like greg street | |
Chorus: | |
Sufferin from a severe case of inner-city blues | |
I ain't got no clues to which directions i need to choose | |
This opportunity to gain is all i got to lose | |
Cuz i just can't settle for these streets shawty i refuse | |
Gipp: | |
That's the shit i like | |
Lord got the door | |
Shot down to the pavement | |
Remove yo hat under the ceiling | |
Of this building | |
A rebuff from the usher of sorts | |
Because ???? | |
Most strive for the diamonds and overlook the gems | |
Got skimp wit yo bags | |
Boulders become shoulders to depend on | |
Which way to explore | |
Reform, refrain, we ???? | |
Every thought you walk through the trails is hell | |
Airborne for ???? | |
Clone me | |
Replace me wit me | |
Another nation inside a nation | |
Out the land of scots | |
Suction cups to test tube | |
Layer of skin | |
Supply the crust | |
And we'll mix the fruit | |
Gunshows supplied me in the hour of need | |
Watch em bleed | |
Aryan nation be the dealer | |
Now who's the killer | |
Yup yup that's the shit i like | |
That's the shit i like | |
T-mo: | |
Uh puttin forth the effort to make a change | |
Not doin a lot of talkin bout it what's yo game? | |
You slippin you can't never do that | |
That's when you get jacked | |
For yo life over emotions runnin wild | |
Like salamanders swimmin in southwest creeks | |
Feelin incomplete | |
Another story | |
Livin ???? | |
Value lost - it wasn't worth it look what it costed | |
Yo life young nigga | |
Didn't go out without a fight behind the gun trigger | |
Better think fast or get swept off yo feet | |
Nigga it hurts to see these drugs deteriorate | |
The minds of knuckleheads that want to be base heads | |
Don't say i didn't tell you cuz you gon see in the future | |
I hope i don't have to shoot you | |
If you switch | |
Went from hardcore to beggin like a bitch | |
Revolutions good to bad | |
Hoods to rags real niggas to fags | |
What's the news? | |
But i refuse to lose | |
Chorus | |
Cee-lo: | |
Well i woke up this mornin with the same frustration from situations like these | |
Got a call about some work from one of them temporary agencies | |
No high school diploma or any college degrees | |
I can't enlist but they'll draft me if there's a war overseas | |
Oh please | |
Of course i can slice some ozs | |
But see i'm one of those aspirin mcs | |
And uh bills are due so at times i'm doubtful and everyone disagrees | |
But i'd rather struggle on my feet than to live on my knees | |
So my uniform tight workin all night at mickey d's | |
Got about 90 dollars and some change after the government | |
Get they fees | |
These minimum wages ain't enough to feed my babies | |
Purposely these limitations on black folks opportunities | |
So i quit cuz i'm tired of being one of those overworked | |
Underpaid employees | |
Stop carin at all went on and did a few small burglaries | |
It seems like my face done turned into forgotten memories | |
And i ain't gettin away with nothing because i know he always sees | |
But see right now i need to see how i can get this here dope sold | |
I done stuffed in my pocket as many rocks as it can hold | |
They gon get high so i'ma get my money even though it's freezin cold | |
Now how many times you done heard this story told? | |
Believe it or not, it's some very intelligent junkies | |
But dependencies is eatin away at they souls like disease | |
Anyone can turn into somebody who covets and envies | |
Unequal economics can easily make you some enemies | |
And the crime rate never drops to the cops ride around in threes | |
I knew he would have killed me if i did anything but freeze | |
They found the rest of the dope in some nearby shrubberies | |
In a dimlit room being questioned by these authorities | |
And they gave me some time in correctional facilities | |
And now my woman's gotta take on a man's responsibilities |
zuo ci : Barnett, Burton, Gipp ... | |
Backbone: | |
One time | |
Uh for these freaky hoes i lust | |
But i' m still flickin ashes a lot of other motherfuckers snort dust | |
But that' s they thang | |
A lot of us fall victim somehow | |
But that' s that game | |
Won' t try to explain | |
From books to bricks | |
Now i see crooks and tricks | |
Caught up in the mix | |
Of everyday in every way but the right | |
I control the substance my people fiend for at night | |
Lord knows i do wrong | |
Sound like the same old song | |
A lot of niggas singing | |
Homeboys conceal your weapons | |
Cuz ain' t gon be no smokin session in heaven | |
No more be buckin yo luck | |
Seven eleven on the first roll | |
Don' t let the streets rock and roll yo soul | |
Swats ga by way of cascade heights | |
Gunshots roadblocks sidewalks and ice | |
Khujo: | |
Sold me out for 3. 5 grams of neighborhood clout | |
Now what the fucks we bout | |
I' m back home from the bullshit | |
Puttin in work | |
Meanwhile others dug ditches and covered themselves in dirt | |
One squirt | |
And you locked down forever | |
Can' t run from reality | |
Lurking you closer and closer away | |
To the same old traps | |
Now you never learn from your mistakes | |
So now you wear this ass whoopin wit pride | |
What side you on? | |
It wasn' t no i in team | |
Only in your dreams | |
Saturated with schemes | |
Yea you right, god gon deal wit ya | |
Fallin from his grace | |
Rookie cop moves cause shifty game | |
And 30 days i' m blessed in the hole | |
But that' s till i go to the state federal | |
Penitentiary | |
Yea i could did my time standin on one foot | |
But see i fucked up royally | |
Thought i was slick | |
Them herpeshavin ass crackers changed my big check to six | |
Times wit dean whitaker' s sermon of the day | |
But when i go to sleep i don' t dream no more i just lay | |
A wise man knows his limitations | |
Concrete, concrete like greg street | |
Chorus: | |
Sufferin from a severe case of innercity blues | |
I ain' t got no clues to which directions i need to choose | |
This opportunity to gain is all i got to lose | |
Cuz i just can' t settle for these streets shawty i refuse | |
Gipp: | |
That' s the shit i like | |
Lord got the door | |
Shot down to the pavement | |
Remove yo hat under the ceiling | |
Of this building | |
A rebuff from the usher of sorts | |
Because ???? | |
Most strive for the diamonds and overlook the gems | |
Got skimp wit yo bags | |
Boulders become shoulders to depend on | |
Which way to explore | |
Reform, refrain, we ???? | |
Every thought you walk through the trails is hell | |
Airborne for ???? | |
Clone me | |
Replace me wit me | |
Another nation inside a nation | |
Out the land of scots | |
Suction cups to test tube | |
Layer of skin | |
Supply the crust | |
And we' ll mix the fruit | |
Gunshows supplied me in the hour of need | |
Watch em bleed | |
Aryan nation be the dealer | |
Now who' s the killer | |
Yup yup that' s the shit i like | |
That' s the shit i like | |
Tmo: | |
Uh puttin forth the effort to make a change | |
Not doin a lot of talkin bout it what' s yo game? | |
You slippin you can' t never do that | |
That' s when you get jacked | |
For yo life over emotions runnin wild | |
Like salamanders swimmin in southwest creeks | |
Feelin incomplete | |
Another story | |
Livin ???? | |
Value lost it wasn' t worth it look what it costed | |
Yo life young nigga | |
Didn' t go out without a fight behind the gun trigger | |
Better think fast or get swept off yo feet | |
Nigga it hurts to see these drugs deteriorate | |
The minds of knuckleheads that want to be base heads | |
Don' t say i didn' t tell you cuz you gon see in the future | |
I hope i don' t have to shoot you | |
If you switch | |
Went from hardcore to beggin like a bitch | |
Revolutions good to bad | |
Hoods to rags real niggas to fags | |
What' s the news? | |
But i refuse to lose | |
Chorus | |
Ceelo: | |
Well i woke up this mornin with the same frustration from situations like these | |
Got a call about some work from one of them temporary agencies | |
No high school diploma or any college degrees | |
I can' t enlist but they' ll draft me if there' s a war overseas | |
Oh please | |
Of course i can slice some ozs | |
But see i' m one of those aspirin mcs | |
And uh bills are due so at times i' m doubtful and everyone disagrees | |
But i' d rather struggle on my feet than to live on my knees | |
So my uniform tight workin all night at mickey d' s | |
Got about 90 dollars and some change after the government | |
Get they fees | |
These minimum wages ain' t enough to feed my babies | |
Purposely these limitations on black folks opportunities | |
So i quit cuz i' m tired of being one of those overworked | |
Underpaid employees | |
Stop carin at all went on and did a few small burglaries | |
It seems like my face done turned into forgotten memories | |
And i ain' t gettin away with nothing because i know he always sees | |
But see right now i need to see how i can get this here dope sold | |
I done stuffed in my pocket as many rocks as it can hold | |
They gon get high so i' ma get my money even though it' s freezin cold | |
Now how many times you done heard this story told? | |
Believe it or not, it' s some very intelligent junkies | |
But dependencies is eatin away at they souls like disease | |
Anyone can turn into somebody who covets and envies | |
Unequal economics can easily make you some enemies | |
And the crime rate never drops to the cops ride around in threes | |
I knew he would have killed me if i did anything but freeze | |
They found the rest of the dope in some nearby shrubberies | |
In a dimlit room being questioned by these authorities | |
And they gave me some time in correctional facilities | |
And now my woman' s gotta take on a man' s responsibilities |
zuò cí : Barnett, Burton, Gipp ... | |
Backbone: | |
One time | |
Uh for these freaky hoes i lust | |
But i' m still flickin ashes a lot of other motherfuckers snort dust | |
But that' s they thang | |
A lot of us fall victim somehow | |
But that' s that game | |
Won' t try to explain | |
From books to bricks | |
Now i see crooks and tricks | |
Caught up in the mix | |
Of everyday in every way but the right | |
I control the substance my people fiend for at night | |
Lord knows i do wrong | |
Sound like the same old song | |
A lot of niggas singing | |
Homeboys conceal your weapons | |
Cuz ain' t gon be no smokin session in heaven | |
No more be buckin yo luck | |
Seven eleven on the first roll | |
Don' t let the streets rock and roll yo soul | |
Swats ga by way of cascade heights | |
Gunshots roadblocks sidewalks and ice | |
Khujo: | |
Sold me out for 3. 5 grams of neighborhood clout | |
Now what the fucks we bout | |
I' m back home from the bullshit | |
Puttin in work | |
Meanwhile others dug ditches and covered themselves in dirt | |
One squirt | |
And you locked down forever | |
Can' t run from reality | |
Lurking you closer and closer away | |
To the same old traps | |
Now you never learn from your mistakes | |
So now you wear this ass whoopin wit pride | |
What side you on? | |
It wasn' t no i in team | |
Only in your dreams | |
Saturated with schemes | |
Yea you right, god gon deal wit ya | |
Fallin from his grace | |
Rookie cop moves cause shifty game | |
And 30 days i' m blessed in the hole | |
But that' s till i go to the state federal | |
Penitentiary | |
Yea i could did my time standin on one foot | |
But see i fucked up royally | |
Thought i was slick | |
Them herpeshavin ass crackers changed my big check to six | |
Times wit dean whitaker' s sermon of the day | |
But when i go to sleep i don' t dream no more i just lay | |
A wise man knows his limitations | |
Concrete, concrete like greg street | |
Chorus: | |
Sufferin from a severe case of innercity blues | |
I ain' t got no clues to which directions i need to choose | |
This opportunity to gain is all i got to lose | |
Cuz i just can' t settle for these streets shawty i refuse | |
Gipp: | |
That' s the shit i like | |
Lord got the door | |
Shot down to the pavement | |
Remove yo hat under the ceiling | |
Of this building | |
A rebuff from the usher of sorts | |
Because ???? | |
Most strive for the diamonds and overlook the gems | |
Got skimp wit yo bags | |
Boulders become shoulders to depend on | |
Which way to explore | |
Reform, refrain, we ???? | |
Every thought you walk through the trails is hell | |
Airborne for ???? | |
Clone me | |
Replace me wit me | |
Another nation inside a nation | |
Out the land of scots | |
Suction cups to test tube | |
Layer of skin | |
Supply the crust | |
And we' ll mix the fruit | |
Gunshows supplied me in the hour of need | |
Watch em bleed | |
Aryan nation be the dealer | |
Now who' s the killer | |
Yup yup that' s the shit i like | |
That' s the shit i like | |
Tmo: | |
Uh puttin forth the effort to make a change | |
Not doin a lot of talkin bout it what' s yo game? | |
You slippin you can' t never do that | |
That' s when you get jacked | |
For yo life over emotions runnin wild | |
Like salamanders swimmin in southwest creeks | |
Feelin incomplete | |
Another story | |
Livin ???? | |
Value lost it wasn' t worth it look what it costed | |
Yo life young nigga | |
Didn' t go out without a fight behind the gun trigger | |
Better think fast or get swept off yo feet | |
Nigga it hurts to see these drugs deteriorate | |
The minds of knuckleheads that want to be base heads | |
Don' t say i didn' t tell you cuz you gon see in the future | |
I hope i don' t have to shoot you | |
If you switch | |
Went from hardcore to beggin like a bitch | |
Revolutions good to bad | |
Hoods to rags real niggas to fags | |
What' s the news? | |
But i refuse to lose | |
Chorus | |
Ceelo: | |
Well i woke up this mornin with the same frustration from situations like these | |
Got a call about some work from one of them temporary agencies | |
No high school diploma or any college degrees | |
I can' t enlist but they' ll draft me if there' s a war overseas | |
Oh please | |
Of course i can slice some ozs | |
But see i' m one of those aspirin mcs | |
And uh bills are due so at times i' m doubtful and everyone disagrees | |
But i' d rather struggle on my feet than to live on my knees | |
So my uniform tight workin all night at mickey d' s | |
Got about 90 dollars and some change after the government | |
Get they fees | |
These minimum wages ain' t enough to feed my babies | |
Purposely these limitations on black folks opportunities | |
So i quit cuz i' m tired of being one of those overworked | |
Underpaid employees | |
Stop carin at all went on and did a few small burglaries | |
It seems like my face done turned into forgotten memories | |
And i ain' t gettin away with nothing because i know he always sees | |
But see right now i need to see how i can get this here dope sold | |
I done stuffed in my pocket as many rocks as it can hold | |
They gon get high so i' ma get my money even though it' s freezin cold | |
Now how many times you done heard this story told? | |
Believe it or not, it' s some very intelligent junkies | |
But dependencies is eatin away at they souls like disease | |
Anyone can turn into somebody who covets and envies | |
Unequal economics can easily make you some enemies | |
And the crime rate never drops to the cops ride around in threes | |
I knew he would have killed me if i did anything but freeze | |
They found the rest of the dope in some nearby shrubberies | |
In a dimlit room being questioned by these authorities | |
And they gave me some time in correctional facilities | |
And now my woman' s gotta take on a man' s responsibilities |