Lyrics:
Maybe just think once, or try some school at night
They're makin' radio wack, people have to escape
But even if I'm banned, I'll sell a million tapes
The world for my engagement
Because I turned up
So much on it, but when you go on Jimmy
Kimmel and say, "hey I'm a creative genius
" I don't think people
Ah Ha! Ha! Ha! Haaaa! Maybe I can get out of here now! Oh, this is Nicko's "not alot of people know that,
number ten". When I finish this I can go
Chris Atlas, David Amaya
I could fucking go on bro, Lory, Peter, Kate and Gabe
We gon' get into the rest later, man, but I fucking love y'all
Let's get
heart, oh baby
Come back and say you love me
Unbreak my heart
Sweet darlin'
Without you I just can't go on
Say that you love
Say that you love
heart oh baby
Come back and say you love me
Unbreak my heart
Sweet darlin'
Without you I just can't go on
Say that you love
Say that you love
I use to idolise you dad
I used to think you the Undertaker
Wait by the window every fortnight
You would come to take us
Used to listen to a song
behind bars
Beef ain't the Summer Jam for Hot 97
Beef is the cocaine and AIDS epidemic
Beef don't come with a radio edit
Beef is when the judge is
peoples head is round
Hers go up and down, like a peanut
She could be pretty
If her attitude wasnt so shitty
Talkin bout "you tryin to come through
the faces of the poor,
But there'll come a time when such overt displays of wealth
Will not be tolerated by the people in the street.
In a sane society
the ones dealin with stress uh
The eight times cause we breathin means we fuckin blessed
In this journey
Ive seen many people come and go
I see people that
the bands
Got enough ammunition to supply the Taliban
Every bar is like a bullet, they go doo doo!
People try to Dodge
But they can't like a fuckin' caravan
In the street these preachers and politicians pimping business
Make a living off these people who just barely getting it
They come around to get our
when people are sleeping]
[I go into their old radios and turn them into magic transistors]
[And fly outside with them]
[I come from such a far away
behind bars
Beef ain't the Summer Jam for Hot 97
Beef is the cocaine and AIDS epidemic
Beef don't come with a radio edit
Beef is when the judge is
anyone who looks
And behaves differently with illegal or
Immoral activity deep down
Most adults hate people who
Go against the grain
It's comical that
And them same damn people turned fake (same damn people turned)
I admit it was so hard to focus (focus)
I didn't go to classes
I admit that I dropped out
famous for claimin' a murder
That he never really did
Yeah tell these people all
The facts here really
How you ran your mouth and
Almost got smacked by
and go with this agency
They'll give you a star on the Walk of Fame
One day for kissing everybody's ass but it's
Like that's not what we're doing by
inside
With whatever is happening in this country
We forget so easily where we come from
A lot of people sacrificed so much man
For us to have this
"Look, I'll call you in the morning
Or my service will explain"
And another hundred people just got off of the train
I didn't come right to New York
lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty
what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty rotten scoundrel
On the Southside
In
Bob Rock left it.
I done a few shows where the Sheriff won't go
And most of those shows were with David Allen Coe
In the motel sleepin', the truck stop
Discuss these people come people go radio edit by david guetta Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In