What the Fuck 歌词
| 歌曲 | What the Fuck |
| 歌手 | Brand Nubian |
| 专辑 | Everything Is Everything |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dechalus, Murphy, Young | |
| Once again it's the dread and the bald head | |
| Won't be satisfied til the devil's i see em all dead | |
| Layin in a mass grave, for the past slaves they were stayin | |
| Do you think a ****** forgot? matter fact | |
| My trigger's hot, you blink you gettin shot | |
| And if the weather's hot, your body's gonna stink when it rot | |
| Lord j got the arms, sadat got the bombs | |
| We don't feel **********t, you cried a hit on ya moms | |
| Now leave the bloody ********** in a ditch | |
| Get'cha pretty penny if the mother of my enemy | |
| My brother's sendin me four bursts from down south | |
| And for the lies you told, i'ma buck you in the mouth | |
| Now what the ******'s this all about? | |
| [sadat x] | |
| Everybody gotta weapon | |
| Who's gonna let burst the first shot? hmm, i thought not | |
| Feel the battle, tell darryl that his first-born is dead | |
| Shot in the back by the task force | |
| I'm mistakin your face in a similar face | |
| Got em murdered | |
| Much like how the buffalo is herded by the pale face | |
| Who threw some game on the indian, who got jerked for new york | |
| You better walk, got caught then wear your vest | |
| We might throw somethin that's hollow | |
| Brand nubian ain't never been the ones, to follow nobody | |
| We gotta lotta arms but i like to pump the shotty | |
| Hook: (x3) | |
| Now what the ******'s this all about? | |
| [lord jamar] | |
| It's all about brothers risin up, wisin up | |
| Sizin up a situation, but gettin fit within the nation | |
| No deviation, a straight pathways down my wrath | |
| I sing sounds of math on behalf | |
| Of the gods and the earths, birthplace in space | |
| You be ****** with my turf when you be ****** with my race | |
| Now face, your maker and take your last breath | |
| The time is half past death | |
| Now what the ******'s this all about? | |
| [sadat x] | |
| If you're less than a man, in my eyes | |
| Then your head's off, and i'ma set off the wheels | |
| Mother****** the baby seals or savin the whales | |
| All the crack sells, it's the armageddon | |
| ............... so cancel the wettin | |
| Go in the garage, find that old camouflage | |
| Blend in like a mirage and explode | |
| Take nothin lightly, crackers shootin nightly | |
| Cos i don't need nobody that's gon' shoot me in the back | |
| Black people show 'n' act and when they front, that's wack | |
| Hook (x6) |
| zuo ci : Dechalus, Murphy, Young | |
| Once again it' s the dread and the bald head | |
| Won' t be satisfied til the devil' s i see em all dead | |
| Layin in a mass grave, for the past slaves they were stayin | |
| Do you think a forgot? matter fact | |
| My trigger' s hot, you blink you gettin shot | |
| And if the weather' s hot, your body' s gonna stink when it rot | |
| Lord j got the arms, sadat got the bombs | |
| We don' t feel t, you cried a hit on ya moms | |
| Now leave the bloody in a ditch | |
| Get' cha pretty penny if the mother of my enemy | |
| My brother' s sendin me four bursts from down south | |
| And for the lies you told, i' ma buck you in the mouth | |
| Now what the ' s this all about? | |
| sadat x | |
| Everybody gotta weapon | |
| Who' s gonna let burst the first shot? hmm, i thought not | |
| Feel the battle, tell darryl that his firstborn is dead | |
| Shot in the back by the task force | |
| I' m mistakin your face in a similar face | |
| Got em murdered | |
| Much like how the buffalo is herded by the pale face | |
| Who threw some game on the indian, who got jerked for new york | |
| You better walk, got caught then wear your vest | |
| We might throw somethin that' s hollow | |
| Brand nubian ain' t never been the ones, to follow nobody | |
| We gotta lotta arms but i like to pump the shotty | |
| Hook: x3 | |
| Now what the ' s this all about? | |
| lord jamar | |
| It' s all about brothers risin up, wisin up | |
| Sizin up a situation, but gettin fit within the nation | |
| No deviation, a straight pathways down my wrath | |
| I sing sounds of math on behalf | |
| Of the gods and the earths, birthplace in space | |
| You be with my turf when you be with my race | |
| Now face, your maker and take your last breath | |
| The time is half past death | |
| Now what the ' s this all about? | |
| sadat x | |
| If you' re less than a man, in my eyes | |
| Then your head' s off, and i' ma set off the wheels | |
| Mother the baby seals or savin the whales | |
| All the crack sells, it' s the armageddon | |
| ............... so cancel the wettin | |
| Go in the garage, find that old camouflage | |
| Blend in like a mirage and explode | |
| Take nothin lightly, crackers shootin nightly | |
| Cos i don' t need nobody that' s gon' shoot me in the back | |
| Black people show ' n' act and when they front, that' s wack | |
| Hook x6 |
| zuò cí : Dechalus, Murphy, Young | |
| Once again it' s the dread and the bald head | |
| Won' t be satisfied til the devil' s i see em all dead | |
| Layin in a mass grave, for the past slaves they were stayin | |
| Do you think a forgot? matter fact | |
| My trigger' s hot, you blink you gettin shot | |
| And if the weather' s hot, your body' s gonna stink when it rot | |
| Lord j got the arms, sadat got the bombs | |
| We don' t feel t, you cried a hit on ya moms | |
| Now leave the bloody in a ditch | |
| Get' cha pretty penny if the mother of my enemy | |
| My brother' s sendin me four bursts from down south | |
| And for the lies you told, i' ma buck you in the mouth | |
| Now what the ' s this all about? | |
| sadat x | |
| Everybody gotta weapon | |
| Who' s gonna let burst the first shot? hmm, i thought not | |
| Feel the battle, tell darryl that his firstborn is dead | |
| Shot in the back by the task force | |
| I' m mistakin your face in a similar face | |
| Got em murdered | |
| Much like how the buffalo is herded by the pale face | |
| Who threw some game on the indian, who got jerked for new york | |
| You better walk, got caught then wear your vest | |
| We might throw somethin that' s hollow | |
| Brand nubian ain' t never been the ones, to follow nobody | |
| We gotta lotta arms but i like to pump the shotty | |
| Hook: x3 | |
| Now what the ' s this all about? | |
| lord jamar | |
| It' s all about brothers risin up, wisin up | |
| Sizin up a situation, but gettin fit within the nation | |
| No deviation, a straight pathways down my wrath | |
| I sing sounds of math on behalf | |
| Of the gods and the earths, birthplace in space | |
| You be with my turf when you be with my race | |
| Now face, your maker and take your last breath | |
| The time is half past death | |
| Now what the ' s this all about? | |
| sadat x | |
| If you' re less than a man, in my eyes | |
| Then your head' s off, and i' ma set off the wheels | |
| Mother the baby seals or savin the whales | |
| All the crack sells, it' s the armageddon | |
| ............... so cancel the wettin | |
| Go in the garage, find that old camouflage | |
| Blend in like a mirage and explode | |
| Take nothin lightly, crackers shootin nightly | |
| Cos i don' t need nobody that' s gon' shoot me in the back | |
| Black people show ' n' act and when they front, that' s wack | |
| Hook x6 |
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