Busterismology 歌词
| 歌曲 | Busterismology |
| 歌手 | The Coup |
| 专辑 | Steal This Double Album |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Riley | |
| I'm risin like the vapors from the dank | |
| ************* the mirror in my pocket, had to break it for a shank | |
| What you thank? walk the plank, is my mother****** attitude | |
| Right hand on the wheel, elbow out the window, leanin | |
| To the latitude, actin rude can get you blown up, to'n up | |
| But these teeny-boppers ain't gon' live to be a grown up | |
| My mother****** done got hisself into a spot | |
| I got this nine, but it jam on every fifth shot | |
| If we gon' do this, we could this, but i'm trippin off | |
| The factor that these bastards put me through this | |
| Nuttin ass tricks, gangin up on my homie | |
| Now i gots to do some *************t, to leave yo' kids lonely | |
| The level of my life should be higher | |
| Told e-roc to jump in, and get up out the line of fire | |
| Made a three point turn, as the three joints burned | |
| Off they lips, actin hard wit they face held firm | |
| Calmly stated my acquaintance was no punk | |
| You got a gat, i got a gat - now is you requestin funk? | |
| They said no, e-roc yelled, "trick!!" | |
| When we start the revolution all they probably do is snitch | |
| Chorus: boots | |
| When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch | |
| When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch | |
| When we start the revolution, all they, probably do is snitch! | |
| .. | |
| When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch | |
| When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch | |
| When we start this revolution, all they, probably do is snitch! | |
| [boots] | |
| I used to work at mickey d's | |
| And to my old buster-ass manager, licky deez | |
| Had me workin on hands and knees, scrubbin grease | |
| And in the summer with the oven on, it's hundred-ten degrees | |
| I would despise flippin fries, i guess his *************-ass | |
| Thought he was the *************t, with his little red and gold tie | |
| I asked him why i couldn't get mo' hours | |
| He said it must be cause i lacked the mental powers | |
| If i was smart then i would be in his position | |
| I left his nose in a busted up condition | |
| Only came back for my last check to pay me off | |
| He told me then, that he wasn't gonna lay me off | |
| Said i should quit and it would be to my enjoyment | |
| I fell for it and couldn't get my unemployment | |
| To all the managers, on all the *************fts | |
| When we start this revolution, all y'all probably do is snitch! | |
| Chorus | |
| .. | |
| [boots] | |
| Now hella my folks got respect for you, killa | |
| Wit a raised black fist, and a pocket full of scrilla | |
| Cap peelers want your autograph, say you know the path | |
| But i do the math, my game bursts, like a bubble in the bath | |
| Punk asses like you is just here for confusion | |
| Be abusin rhetoric, and it's slightly amusin | |
| You be cruisin all the networks, ebony and jet works | |
| 'long witcha efforts, now what's yo' net worth? | |
| If you ain't talkin bout endin exploitation | |
| Then you just another sambo in syndication | |
| Always sayin words that's gon' bring about elation | |
| Never doin *************t, that's gon' bring us vindication | |
| And while we gettin strangled by the slave-wage grippers | |
| You wanna do the same, and say we should put you in business? | |
| So you'll be next to the rulin class, lyin in a ditch | |
| Cause when we start this revolution, all you probably do is snitch! | |
| (snitch.. snitch.. snitch.. snitch..) | |
| Chorus | |
| [ragga chat] | |
| Busterismology, we don't want it no sir | |
| Come and take a look, come and take a look a little closer | |
| Busterismology, it dangerous like cancer | |
| Busterismology, it only fi bustas (2x) | |
| [pam the funkstress] | |
| Ye-ye-yeah-ye-ye-ye-yeah | |
| This is the pam the funkstress | |
| Comin at you, on the microphone like thisss | |
| About to break it down and let you know | |
| What busterismology is all about | |
| A buster is a mother****** who will sell you out | |
| For a glass of water when it's raining | |
| Busterism is what busters do | |
| And last but not least, busterismology | |
| Is the study of all these mother******s to learn | |
| If you do not know, now you know | |
| What busterismology is all about | |
| Nine-eight (nine-eight) the coup (the coup) | |
| Boots (boots) and me pam the funkstress | |
| (pam the funkstress) |
| zuo ci : Riley | |
| I' m risin like the vapors from the dank | |
| the mirror in my pocket, had to break it for a shank | |
| What you thank? walk the plank, is my mother attitude | |
| Right hand on the wheel, elbow out the window, leanin | |
| To the latitude, actin rude can get you blown up, to' n up | |
| But these teenyboppers ain' t gon' live to be a grown up | |
| My mother done got hisself into a spot | |
| I got this nine, but it jam on every fifth shot | |
| If we gon' do this, we could this, but i' m trippin off | |
| The factor that these bastards put me through this | |
| Nuttin ass tricks, gangin up on my homie | |
| Now i gots to do some t, to leave yo' kids lonely | |
| The level of my life should be higher | |
| Told eroc to jump in, and get up out the line of fire | |
| Made a three point turn, as the three joints burned | |
| Off they lips, actin hard wit they face held firm | |
| Calmly stated my acquaintance was no punk | |
| You got a gat, i got a gat now is you requestin funk? | |
| They said no, eroc yelled, " trick!!" | |
| When we start the revolution all they probably do is snitch | |
| Chorus: boots | |
| When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch | |
| When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch | |
| When we start the revolution, all they, probably do is snitch! | |
| .. | |
| When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch | |
| When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch | |
| When we start this revolution, all they, probably do is snitch! | |
| boots | |
| I used to work at mickey d' s | |
| And to my old busterass manager, licky deez | |
| Had me workin on hands and knees, scrubbin grease | |
| And in the summer with the oven on, it' s hundredten degrees | |
| I would despise flippin fries, i guess his ass | |
| Thought he was the t, with his little red and gold tie | |
| I asked him why i couldn' t get mo' hours | |
| He said it must be cause i lacked the mental powers | |
| If i was smart then i would be in his position | |
| I left his nose in a busted up condition | |
| Only came back for my last check to pay me off | |
| He told me then, that he wasn' t gonna lay me off | |
| Said i should quit and it would be to my enjoyment | |
| I fell for it and couldn' t get my unemployment | |
| To all the managers, on all the fts | |
| When we start this revolution, all y' all probably do is snitch! | |
| Chorus | |
| .. | |
| boots | |
| Now hella my folks got respect for you, killa | |
| Wit a raised black fist, and a pocket full of scrilla | |
| Cap peelers want your autograph, say you know the path | |
| But i do the math, my game bursts, like a bubble in the bath | |
| Punk asses like you is just here for confusion | |
| Be abusin rhetoric, and it' s slightly amusin | |
| You be cruisin all the networks, ebony and jet works | |
| ' long witcha efforts, now what' s yo' net worth? | |
| If you ain' t talkin bout endin exploitation | |
| Then you just another sambo in syndication | |
| Always sayin words that' s gon' bring about elation | |
| Never doin t, that' s gon' bring us vindication | |
| And while we gettin strangled by the slavewage grippers | |
| You wanna do the same, and say we should put you in business? | |
| So you' ll be next to the rulin class, lyin in a ditch | |
| Cause when we start this revolution, all you probably do is snitch! | |
| snitch.. snitch.. snitch.. snitch.. | |
| Chorus | |
| ragga chat | |
| Busterismology, we don' t want it no sir | |
| Come and take a look, come and take a look a little closer | |
| Busterismology, it dangerous like cancer | |
| Busterismology, it only fi bustas 2x | |
| pam the funkstress | |
| Yeyeyeahyeyeyeyeah | |
| This is the pam the funkstress | |
| Comin at you, on the microphone like thisss | |
| About to break it down and let you know | |
| What busterismology is all about | |
| A buster is a mother who will sell you out | |
| For a glass of water when it' s raining | |
| Busterism is what busters do | |
| And last but not least, busterismology | |
| Is the study of all these mother s to learn | |
| If you do not know, now you know | |
| What busterismology is all about | |
| Nineeight nineeight the coup the coup | |
| Boots boots and me pam the funkstress | |
| pam the funkstress |
| zuò cí : Riley | |
| I' m risin like the vapors from the dank | |
| the mirror in my pocket, had to break it for a shank | |
| What you thank? walk the plank, is my mother attitude | |
| Right hand on the wheel, elbow out the window, leanin | |
| To the latitude, actin rude can get you blown up, to' n up | |
| But these teenyboppers ain' t gon' live to be a grown up | |
| My mother done got hisself into a spot | |
| I got this nine, but it jam on every fifth shot | |
| If we gon' do this, we could this, but i' m trippin off | |
| The factor that these bastards put me through this | |
| Nuttin ass tricks, gangin up on my homie | |
| Now i gots to do some t, to leave yo' kids lonely | |
| The level of my life should be higher | |
| Told eroc to jump in, and get up out the line of fire | |
| Made a three point turn, as the three joints burned | |
| Off they lips, actin hard wit they face held firm | |
| Calmly stated my acquaintance was no punk | |
| You got a gat, i got a gat now is you requestin funk? | |
| They said no, eroc yelled, " trick!!" | |
| When we start the revolution all they probably do is snitch | |
| Chorus: boots | |
| When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch | |
| When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch | |
| When we start the revolution, all they, probably do is snitch! | |
| .. | |
| When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch | |
| When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch | |
| When we start this revolution, all they, probably do is snitch! | |
| boots | |
| I used to work at mickey d' s | |
| And to my old busterass manager, licky deez | |
| Had me workin on hands and knees, scrubbin grease | |
| And in the summer with the oven on, it' s hundredten degrees | |
| I would despise flippin fries, i guess his ass | |
| Thought he was the t, with his little red and gold tie | |
| I asked him why i couldn' t get mo' hours | |
| He said it must be cause i lacked the mental powers | |
| If i was smart then i would be in his position | |
| I left his nose in a busted up condition | |
| Only came back for my last check to pay me off | |
| He told me then, that he wasn' t gonna lay me off | |
| Said i should quit and it would be to my enjoyment | |
| I fell for it and couldn' t get my unemployment | |
| To all the managers, on all the fts | |
| When we start this revolution, all y' all probably do is snitch! | |
| Chorus | |
| .. | |
| boots | |
| Now hella my folks got respect for you, killa | |
| Wit a raised black fist, and a pocket full of scrilla | |
| Cap peelers want your autograph, say you know the path | |
| But i do the math, my game bursts, like a bubble in the bath | |
| Punk asses like you is just here for confusion | |
| Be abusin rhetoric, and it' s slightly amusin | |
| You be cruisin all the networks, ebony and jet works | |
| ' long witcha efforts, now what' s yo' net worth? | |
| If you ain' t talkin bout endin exploitation | |
| Then you just another sambo in syndication | |
| Always sayin words that' s gon' bring about elation | |
| Never doin t, that' s gon' bring us vindication | |
| And while we gettin strangled by the slavewage grippers | |
| You wanna do the same, and say we should put you in business? | |
| So you' ll be next to the rulin class, lyin in a ditch | |
| Cause when we start this revolution, all you probably do is snitch! | |
| snitch.. snitch.. snitch.. snitch.. | |
| Chorus | |
| ragga chat | |
| Busterismology, we don' t want it no sir | |
| Come and take a look, come and take a look a little closer | |
| Busterismology, it dangerous like cancer | |
| Busterismology, it only fi bustas 2x | |
| pam the funkstress | |
| Yeyeyeahyeyeyeyeah | |
| This is the pam the funkstress | |
| Comin at you, on the microphone like thisss | |
| About to break it down and let you know | |
| What busterismology is all about | |
| A buster is a mother who will sell you out | |
| For a glass of water when it' s raining | |
| Busterism is what busters do | |
| And last but not least, busterismology | |
| Is the study of all these mother s to learn | |
| If you do not know, now you know | |
| What busterismology is all about | |
| Nineeight nineeight the coup the coup | |
| Boots boots and me pam the funkstress | |
| pam the funkstress |
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