Devil Music 歌词
| 歌曲 | Devil Music |
| 歌手 | The Pharcyde |
| 专辑 | Cydeways: Best of the Pharcyde |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hardson, Robinson, Stewart | |
| The way that momma raised us was pure faith | |
| So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us | |
| Or lay us down to sleep | |
| Know the wolf from the sheep | |
| Or the sheep who cried wolf | |
| And threw the deadly hoof | |
| While the wolf was asleep | |
| I keep my mind a ghost | |
| Follow my heart the most | |
| Don't play fools too close | |
| Sleep with my eyes at post | |
| So Diablo won't be hostin the game of life | |
| The knife sits by throats of the youngand blows death straight through the lungsas the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums | |
| But we shall overcome cause we ain't dumbbut we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts | |
| And the niggaz by the nuts | |
| Ear, tongue and butts | |
| Yeah, they're trying to fuck us upbut, shit, you know what's up | |
| We gotta get with the movementand move men soon | |
| They consume every womb who baresbeneath the stairs of their doom | |
| Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb | |
| Chorus: repeat 4 | |
| XCause Everytime | |
| I step to the microphone | |
| I put my soul on 2" reelsThat I don't even own(Bootie Brown)Early Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazinslowly broke into the kitchento fill a bowl with some Raisin Branas I ran up and down the TV stationsI witnessed Indian Joegetting tricked out of this nationby a silly hillbillywho laughed as the shit happenedEverything's the samethe game continued into rappinDeception is at an all-time highYou give a piece of your soulto receive some crumbs from the pieBut you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawneven though it is my soul that I do not even ownChorus: repeat 4X(FatLip)I was po', nlack and brokebeyond a shadow of a doubtAss-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on outSpeakin about the time before I got signedI was coolin behind Coolio in the County LineMy big brother used to say I was an assholedidn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassleof high school, why foolwit' foolish rules and guidelinesfuck the cap and tasselssaid forget the trade and tried rhymesHooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2me and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U.I grab the MIC one-timeCheck it, 1-2, we infreakin' major flavors with my fellow NubiansTakin shit to the next levelToo bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil |
| zuo ci : Hardson, Robinson, Stewart | |
| The way that momma raised us was pure faith | |
| So diablo wouldn' t faze us or daze us | |
| Or lay us down to sleep | |
| Know the wolf from the sheep | |
| Or the sheep who cried wolf | |
| And threw the deadly hoof | |
| While the wolf was asleep | |
| I keep my mind a ghost | |
| Follow my heart the most | |
| Don' t play fools too close | |
| Sleep with my eyes at post | |
| So Diablo won' t be hostin the game of life | |
| The knife sits by throats of the youngand blows death straight through the lungsas the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums | |
| But we shall overcome cause we ain' t dumbbut we ain' t smart, they got the girls by the hearts | |
| And the niggaz by the nuts | |
| Ear, tongue and butts | |
| Yeah, they' re trying to fuck us upbut, shit, you know what' s up | |
| We gotta get with the movementand move men soon | |
| They consume every womb who baresbeneath the stairs of their doom | |
| Best believe they' re gonna shove em in a tomb | |
| Chorus: repeat 4 | |
| XCause Everytime | |
| I step to the microphone | |
| I put my soul on 2" reelsThat I don' t even own Bootie Brown Early Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazinslowly broke into the kitchento fill a bowl with some Raisin Branas I ran up and down the TV stationsI witnessed Indian Joegetting tricked out of this nationby a silly hillbillywho laughed as the shit happenedEverything' s the samethe game continued into rappinDeception is at an alltime highYou give a piece of your soulto receive some crumbs from the pieBut you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawneven though it is my soul that I do not even ownChorus: repeat 4X FatLip I was po', nlack and brokebeyond a shadow of a doubtAssout, wide open waitin for my shit to come on outSpeakin about the time before I got signedI was coolin behind Coolio in the County LineMy big brother used to say I was an assholedidn' t graduate, couldn' t handle the hassleof high school, why foolwit' foolish rules and guidelinesfuck the cap and tasselssaid forget the trade and tried rhymesHooked up with JSwift, got with 242me and my nigga L. A. Jay back at S. C. U. I grab the MIC onetimeCheck it, 12, we infreakin' major flavors with my fellow NubiansTakin shit to the next levelToo bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil |
| zuò cí : Hardson, Robinson, Stewart | |
| The way that momma raised us was pure faith | |
| So diablo wouldn' t faze us or daze us | |
| Or lay us down to sleep | |
| Know the wolf from the sheep | |
| Or the sheep who cried wolf | |
| And threw the deadly hoof | |
| While the wolf was asleep | |
| I keep my mind a ghost | |
| Follow my heart the most | |
| Don' t play fools too close | |
| Sleep with my eyes at post | |
| So Diablo won' t be hostin the game of life | |
| The knife sits by throats of the youngand blows death straight through the lungsas the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums | |
| But we shall overcome cause we ain' t dumbbut we ain' t smart, they got the girls by the hearts | |
| And the niggaz by the nuts | |
| Ear, tongue and butts | |
| Yeah, they' re trying to fuck us upbut, shit, you know what' s up | |
| We gotta get with the movementand move men soon | |
| They consume every womb who baresbeneath the stairs of their doom | |
| Best believe they' re gonna shove em in a tomb | |
| Chorus: repeat 4 | |
| XCause Everytime | |
| I step to the microphone | |
| I put my soul on 2" reelsThat I don' t even own Bootie Brown Early Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazinslowly broke into the kitchento fill a bowl with some Raisin Branas I ran up and down the TV stationsI witnessed Indian Joegetting tricked out of this nationby a silly hillbillywho laughed as the shit happenedEverything' s the samethe game continued into rappinDeception is at an alltime highYou give a piece of your soulto receive some crumbs from the pieBut you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawneven though it is my soul that I do not even ownChorus: repeat 4X FatLip I was po', nlack and brokebeyond a shadow of a doubtAssout, wide open waitin for my shit to come on outSpeakin about the time before I got signedI was coolin behind Coolio in the County LineMy big brother used to say I was an assholedidn' t graduate, couldn' t handle the hassleof high school, why foolwit' foolish rules and guidelinesfuck the cap and tasselssaid forget the trade and tried rhymesHooked up with JSwift, got with 242me and my nigga L. A. Jay back at S. C. U. I grab the MIC onetimeCheck it, 12, we infreakin' major flavors with my fellow NubiansTakin shit to the next levelToo bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil |
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