歌曲 | Ankle Blues |
歌手 | Da Lench Mob |
专辑 | Guerillas in tha Mist |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Rashad, Shorty | |
Listen now Blind Baby what we wanna go for on this record | |
Is not just a blues record - but we want a document. | |
An epic document depicting the struggle of da black people | |
Against the white devil slavemasters." | |
[Verse One] | |
Sittin at the pad watchin cops | |
Trippin off the pigs keepin *************z off the block | |
But don't let a ************* get got out the ghetto | |
Cause you know gettin caught out the ghetto | |
Is a mother****** no-no | |
Cause you'll meet Mr. Boot, Mr. Feet | |
Mr. Billyclub and (who?) Mr. Concrete | |
Face down on the pavement | |
Keepin *************z out of Crackerville, they do it and they love it | |
But vice verse the kicks | |
And put the Lench Mob crew, on the other end of the stick | |
Fee fie foe fum, the *************z overcome | |
Everything is numb and it's filmed at eleven | |
It's like bustin caps at the bunny | |
You get a buck buck buck, buckshots in the tummy | |
They didn't have a ****** clue (************* you!) | |
Yeahh, it's time to get the ankle blues | |
[Chorus: x2] | |
"He is the epitome.. of anti-disestablishmentarism" | |
[scratch] "What's your latest hit brother?" | |
[Verse Two] | |
We caught the punk pluggin on our block | |
He looked like he's armed so I went for my glock | |
Call up the homies, look like we got one | |
Lay on the ground paleface, and that's when the fun begun | |
We beat him down like we were loco | |
(and said, "************* John Lennon") - (AND HIS PUNK ************* YOKO) | |
Steady takin charge of the neighborhood | |
We got a nine-eleven call on another ****** ******wood | |
We rolled up on him and he broke | |
He looked like he was tryin to sell some ****** **** | |
Nope; we ain't goin out like that | |
That's when I let his ass have it with the gat | |
Shot him in his back, stopped him in his tracks | |
He will never sell **** to another ****** black | |
(cause it's like that) | |
It's untraced without a clue (************* you!) | |
Yeahh, his ass caught the ankle blues | |
[Chorus] | |
[Verse Three] | |
N*gga n*gga n*gga n*gga, ************* damn fool | |
(MONKEY SEE, MONKEY DO!) | |
House made *************'s on his way with a fat pay | |
But the mother******s, paid for his doomsday | |
We laid in the cut for some days | |
Trippin off this ************* lookin like he's in a daze | |
What do whitey what do whitey really wanna know? | |
The outcome of a sellout, is an oreo - yo | |
We hung him by his neck til it snapped | |
That's when my homey woke me up out my nap (wake up 'loc) | |
Wakin back up to the signs of reality | |
Trippin off the *************t that we watchin on TV | |
Them mother******s think I'm soft (PSYCH) | |
It's a sign of the Lench Mob settin it off | |
It's untraced without a clue | |
It's the *************z, that's catchin the ankle blues! | |
[Chorus] | |
[scratch] "What's your latest hit brother?" | |
[scratch] "What's your latest hit brother? |
zuo ci : Rashad, Shorty | |
Listen now Blind Baby what we wanna go for on this record | |
Is not just a blues record but we want a document. | |
An epic document depicting the struggle of da black people | |
Against the white devil slavemasters." | |
Verse One | |
Sittin at the pad watchin cops | |
Trippin off the pigs keepin z off the block | |
But don' t let a get got out the ghetto | |
Cause you know gettin caught out the ghetto | |
Is a mother nono | |
Cause you' ll meet Mr. Boot, Mr. Feet | |
Mr. Billyclub and who? Mr. Concrete | |
Face down on the pavement | |
Keepin z out of Crackerville, they do it and they love it | |
But vice verse the kicks | |
And put the Lench Mob crew, on the other end of the stick | |
Fee fie foe fum, the z overcome | |
Everything is numb and it' s filmed at eleven | |
It' s like bustin caps at the bunny | |
You get a buck buck buck, buckshots in the tummy | |
They didn' t have a clue you! | |
Yeahh, it' s time to get the ankle blues | |
Chorus: x2 | |
" He is the epitome.. of antidisestablishmentarism" | |
scratch " What' s your latest hit brother?" | |
Verse Two | |
We caught the punk pluggin on our block | |
He looked like he' s armed so I went for my glock | |
Call up the homies, look like we got one | |
Lay on the ground paleface, and that' s when the fun begun | |
We beat him down like we were loco | |
and said, " John Lennon" AND HIS PUNK YOKO | |
Steady takin charge of the neighborhood | |
We got a nineeleven call on another wood | |
We rolled up on him and he broke | |
He looked like he was tryin to sell some | |
Nope we ain' t goin out like that | |
That' s when I let his ass have it with the gat | |
Shot him in his back, stopped him in his tracks | |
He will never sell to another black | |
cause it' s like that | |
It' s untraced without a clue you! | |
Yeahh, his ass caught the ankle blues | |
Chorus | |
Verse Three | |
N gga n gga n gga n gga, damn fool | |
MONKEY SEE, MONKEY DO! | |
House made ' s on his way with a fat pay | |
But the mother s, paid for his doomsday | |
We laid in the cut for some days | |
Trippin off this lookin like he' s in a daze | |
What do whitey what do whitey really wanna know? | |
The outcome of a sellout, is an oreo yo | |
We hung him by his neck til it snapped | |
That' s when my homey woke me up out my nap wake up ' loc | |
Wakin back up to the signs of reality | |
Trippin off the t that we watchin on TV | |
Them mother s think I' m soft PSYCH | |
It' s a sign of the Lench Mob settin it off | |
It' s untraced without a clue | |
It' s the z, that' s catchin the ankle blues! | |
Chorus | |
scratch " What' s your latest hit brother?" | |
scratch " What' s your latest hit brother? |
zuò cí : Rashad, Shorty | |
Listen now Blind Baby what we wanna go for on this record | |
Is not just a blues record but we want a document. | |
An epic document depicting the struggle of da black people | |
Against the white devil slavemasters." | |
Verse One | |
Sittin at the pad watchin cops | |
Trippin off the pigs keepin z off the block | |
But don' t let a get got out the ghetto | |
Cause you know gettin caught out the ghetto | |
Is a mother nono | |
Cause you' ll meet Mr. Boot, Mr. Feet | |
Mr. Billyclub and who? Mr. Concrete | |
Face down on the pavement | |
Keepin z out of Crackerville, they do it and they love it | |
But vice verse the kicks | |
And put the Lench Mob crew, on the other end of the stick | |
Fee fie foe fum, the z overcome | |
Everything is numb and it' s filmed at eleven | |
It' s like bustin caps at the bunny | |
You get a buck buck buck, buckshots in the tummy | |
They didn' t have a clue you! | |
Yeahh, it' s time to get the ankle blues | |
Chorus: x2 | |
" He is the epitome.. of antidisestablishmentarism" | |
scratch " What' s your latest hit brother?" | |
Verse Two | |
We caught the punk pluggin on our block | |
He looked like he' s armed so I went for my glock | |
Call up the homies, look like we got one | |
Lay on the ground paleface, and that' s when the fun begun | |
We beat him down like we were loco | |
and said, " John Lennon" AND HIS PUNK YOKO | |
Steady takin charge of the neighborhood | |
We got a nineeleven call on another wood | |
We rolled up on him and he broke | |
He looked like he was tryin to sell some | |
Nope we ain' t goin out like that | |
That' s when I let his ass have it with the gat | |
Shot him in his back, stopped him in his tracks | |
He will never sell to another black | |
cause it' s like that | |
It' s untraced without a clue you! | |
Yeahh, his ass caught the ankle blues | |
Chorus | |
Verse Three | |
N gga n gga n gga n gga, damn fool | |
MONKEY SEE, MONKEY DO! | |
House made ' s on his way with a fat pay | |
But the mother s, paid for his doomsday | |
We laid in the cut for some days | |
Trippin off this lookin like he' s in a daze | |
What do whitey what do whitey really wanna know? | |
The outcome of a sellout, is an oreo yo | |
We hung him by his neck til it snapped | |
That' s when my homey woke me up out my nap wake up ' loc | |
Wakin back up to the signs of reality | |
Trippin off the t that we watchin on TV | |
Them mother s think I' m soft PSYCH | |
It' s a sign of the Lench Mob settin it off | |
It' s untraced without a clue | |
It' s the z, that' s catchin the ankle blues! | |
Chorus | |
scratch " What' s your latest hit brother?" | |
scratch " What' s your latest hit brother? |