歌曲 | Chocolate Supa Highway |
歌手 | Spearhead |
专辑 | Chocolate Supa Highway |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Franti | |
(chorus) | |
Rock rock y'all spearheads comes alive | |
On the eve of 2 triple o | |
11:45 | |
No jive we be survivin' | |
Singin' praises to jah | |
Every time we throw down and every time we puff la | |
Haaaaa!!! well you can roll my way | |
On the chocolate supa highway!!! | |
Late last year | |
Some of ya mighta had fear, that the spearhead crew | |
Would never be back through your way, no way | |
We naw go out like that, becaouse we livin' for the riddim | |
And the funk is always fat so | |
We bring fat beats like a gift for xmas | |
I'll make you testify just like an o.j simpson witness | |
Our sound is so alarming like killer bees people all be swarming | |
So like the price is right come on down, make a little wish | |
But excuse me while i light my spliff and make some noise | |
If you think the herbs a gift. hoooo!! | |
(chorus) | |
Check it i'm descending back into this record | |
The heavy breathing funky rhyme paramedic | |
Shootin' funky venom from my sharp teeth injectors | |
Not vex ya but yes to resurrect ya | |
'cause i can't stand the pain outside my window | |
Why ya think so many smokin' indo blunts | |
Sippin' gin and juice for confidence | |
Blowin' more la than jackie chan be doin' stunts | |
The buddah elevates the stress off the chest | |
But could never elevate boot off the ghetto necks | |
Flex like flash when they try to pull me under | |
But like the lightnin' i'll be there before the thunder | |
(chorus) | |
Yes i remember the time in oklahoma | |
You tried to blame an arab | |
But the whitey was the bomber | |
You be jumpin' to conclusions | |
I think you spent your whole life | |
Watchin' cable in seclusion | |
Illusions 'bout what's outside your door | |
One nigga two nigga three nigga four | |
Robbing every house and every liquor store | |
Run for your life we marchin' one million more | |
Plowing the fields like some natty dread farmers | |
You can roll your own in september from our harvest | |
Big up yourself... when life comes gets the hardest | |
Spearheads comin' straight from the cartridge | |
(chorus) |
zuo ci : Franti | |
chorus | |
Rock rock y' all spearheads comes alive | |
On the eve of 2 triple o | |
11: 45 | |
No jive we be survivin' | |
Singin' praises to jah | |
Every time we throw down and every time we puff la | |
Haaaaa!!! well you can roll my way | |
On the chocolate supa highway!!! | |
Late last year | |
Some of ya mighta had fear, that the spearhead crew | |
Would never be back through your way, no way | |
We naw go out like that, becaouse we livin' for the riddim | |
And the funk is always fat so | |
We bring fat beats like a gift for xmas | |
I' ll make you testify just like an o. j simpson witness | |
Our sound is so alarming like killer bees people all be swarming | |
So like the price is right come on down, make a little wish | |
But excuse me while i light my spliff and make some noise | |
If you think the herbs a gift. hoooo!! | |
chorus | |
Check it i' m descending back into this record | |
The heavy breathing funky rhyme paramedic | |
Shootin' funky venom from my sharp teeth injectors | |
Not vex ya but yes to resurrect ya | |
' cause i can' t stand the pain outside my window | |
Why ya think so many smokin' indo blunts | |
Sippin' gin and juice for confidence | |
Blowin' more la than jackie chan be doin' stunts | |
The buddah elevates the stress off the chest | |
But could never elevate boot off the ghetto necks | |
Flex like flash when they try to pull me under | |
But like the lightnin' i' ll be there before the thunder | |
chorus | |
Yes i remember the time in oklahoma | |
You tried to blame an arab | |
But the whitey was the bomber | |
You be jumpin' to conclusions | |
I think you spent your whole life | |
Watchin' cable in seclusion | |
Illusions ' bout what' s outside your door | |
One nigga two nigga three nigga four | |
Robbing every house and every liquor store | |
Run for your life we marchin' one million more | |
Plowing the fields like some natty dread farmers | |
You can roll your own in september from our harvest | |
Big up yourself... when life comes gets the hardest | |
Spearheads comin' straight from the cartridge | |
chorus |
zuò cí : Franti | |
chorus | |
Rock rock y' all spearheads comes alive | |
On the eve of 2 triple o | |
11: 45 | |
No jive we be survivin' | |
Singin' praises to jah | |
Every time we throw down and every time we puff la | |
Haaaaa!!! well you can roll my way | |
On the chocolate supa highway!!! | |
Late last year | |
Some of ya mighta had fear, that the spearhead crew | |
Would never be back through your way, no way | |
We naw go out like that, becaouse we livin' for the riddim | |
And the funk is always fat so | |
We bring fat beats like a gift for xmas | |
I' ll make you testify just like an o. j simpson witness | |
Our sound is so alarming like killer bees people all be swarming | |
So like the price is right come on down, make a little wish | |
But excuse me while i light my spliff and make some noise | |
If you think the herbs a gift. hoooo!! | |
chorus | |
Check it i' m descending back into this record | |
The heavy breathing funky rhyme paramedic | |
Shootin' funky venom from my sharp teeth injectors | |
Not vex ya but yes to resurrect ya | |
' cause i can' t stand the pain outside my window | |
Why ya think so many smokin' indo blunts | |
Sippin' gin and juice for confidence | |
Blowin' more la than jackie chan be doin' stunts | |
The buddah elevates the stress off the chest | |
But could never elevate boot off the ghetto necks | |
Flex like flash when they try to pull me under | |
But like the lightnin' i' ll be there before the thunder | |
chorus | |
Yes i remember the time in oklahoma | |
You tried to blame an arab | |
But the whitey was the bomber | |
You be jumpin' to conclusions | |
I think you spent your whole life | |
Watchin' cable in seclusion | |
Illusions ' bout what' s outside your door | |
One nigga two nigga three nigga four | |
Robbing every house and every liquor store | |
Run for your life we marchin' one million more | |
Plowing the fields like some natty dread farmers | |
You can roll your own in september from our harvest | |
Big up yourself... when life comes gets the hardest | |
Spearheads comin' straight from the cartridge | |
chorus |