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