| 歌曲 | Ghetto Nation |
| 歌手 | Warrior Soul |
| 专辑 | Salutations From The Ghetto Nation |
| 作词 : Warrior Soul | |
| Slap the cuffs on | |
| You`re goin` downtown | |
| Gonna lock you up in the hole ` | |
| Cause the dea made a powerplay | |
| And you`re lookin` at 2 to 4 | |
| Back at the pad | |
| Ya thought you were bad | |
| Got your stash up in the wall | |
| But there`s a gun to your head | |
| And you`re gonna be dead | |
| Unless ya cut a deal with the law | |
| All ya want is what the rich people got ` | |
| Cause the people need power too | |
| There`s only lousy jobs run by slobs | |
| And ya get paid crap for what ya do | |
| Sellin` drugs, run with the thugs | |
| And you`re makin` it on the deal | |
| But your regular man got hit with a gram | |
| And the son of a bitch started to squeal | |
| Salutations from the ghetto nation | |
| Out on the lawn ya strip the car down | |
| And you`re sippin` corn on the porch | |
| If the neighbors complain open up the 12-gauge | |
| Shut your mouth or you`re gonna get torched | |
| Party tonight `til the sun gets bright | |
| Load the house up with sime whores ` | |
| Cause you`re goin` away 700 days | |
| Out on the killin` floor | |
| Salutations from the ghetto nation | |
| They never found the bank account | |
| And you`re sittin` on 30 grand | |
| But you don`t mind doin` the time | |
| As long as your freedom day is at hand | |
| Out on parole ya take a stroll | |
| Ya kick another habit everyday | |
| Ya got a new plan, super scam | |
| Livin` the american way | |
| Salutations from the ghetto nation |
| zuò cí : Warrior Soul | |
| Slap the cuffs on | |
| You re goin downtown | |
| Gonna lock you up in the hole | |
| Cause the dea made a powerplay | |
| And you re lookin at 2 to 4 | |
| Back at the pad | |
| Ya thought you were bad | |
| Got your stash up in the wall | |
| But there s a gun to your head | |
| And you re gonna be dead | |
| Unless ya cut a deal with the law | |
| All ya want is what the rich people got | |
| Cause the people need power too | |
| There s only lousy jobs run by slobs | |
| And ya get paid crap for what ya do | |
| Sellin drugs, run with the thugs | |
| And you re makin it on the deal | |
| But your regular man got hit with a gram | |
| And the son of a bitch started to squeal | |
| Salutations from the ghetto nation | |
| Out on the lawn ya strip the car down | |
| And you re sippin corn on the porch | |
| If the neighbors complain open up the 12gauge | |
| Shut your mouth or you re gonna get torched | |
| Party tonight til the sun gets bright | |
| Load the house up with sime whores | |
| Cause you re goin away 700 days | |
| Out on the killin floor | |
| Salutations from the ghetto nation | |
| They never found the bank account | |
| And you re sittin on 30 grand | |
| But you don t mind doin the time | |
| As long as your freedom day is at hand | |
| Out on parole ya take a stroll | |
| Ya kick another habit everyday | |
| Ya got a new plan, super scam | |
| Livin the american way | |
| Salutations from the ghetto nation |