Lyrics:
'm coming straight outta Cockton lo, mein!
Straight outta Compton
Another crazy ass nigga
More punks I smoke, yo, my dick gets bigger
I'm a sad motherfucker,
O-to-the-mothefuckin'-g, I break crazy
A lot of niggas hate me but they can't fade me
Stop me, clock me, cops wanna Glock me
But the punk motherfucking pigs can't stop me
to bang the fours
Catch you by your Range door
Pistol spank your whore
Strip, change some more
You up in the crib with the
Bitch slippin' your brains galore
'm down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin' for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
work: Delayed! Hindered by the block in my path
While I listen to the pros and wish that I could manage half
Of any quarter of a thing I said I'd do in
light, more light, more light, more light, more light
Today we were strolling
By the reptile cage
I thinkin’ that she needs somebody
Who’s closer
split
Punk, pass the forty and the blunt and don't front
On the block, 'cause when you do front, brothers are gettin' stomped
I'm not an addict, more
got a technique that'll
Give twelve a hundred
Now the tables turn, to whom it may concern
I used to control more
Shooters than David Stern
With Lucifer,
even still
The world may not wait up for you
But you know I always will
A world that seems to pass me by
What I didn't do
Where I didn't get to go
I long
And so goes one more, away from the maze,
Away for to sit at the table
Above Babel, far from this world
While standing on the boulevard
Walk, walk
the innocent get pistol-whipped by this pistol grip (punk)
Talkin' shit you drunk (what)
Think I won't fuck you up (punk)
We both deep, I ain't scared and I
I know you just want to stay as friends
I'm afraid I can't live that way no more
Used to laugh about daft things
Stayed all night for old times sake
A punk rock dream
Got Maximum Rocknroll at 14 and SLAP! magazine in the mail
Got peppered by hail no skating today
Exit Oslo
I worked the stage
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
scrutiny
My flow dope that's heavyweight
You'll think I got some juice in me
Boy I'm geared up like machinery
I got more gas than most stars the solar system
worse 'Cause I can get dark
More dark than the dark moor
I can get dark like a dark night in Dartmoor
Dark like Darfur at half past four
AM, so why you
call us names
Try to divide us
By trying to classify us
Call me many names
Tell me punk is dead
The more you try to bring us down
The stronger we will
I'm by my mama side (My side)
Tears been dropping sometimes the pain can't be hide (Cant hide)
Oh that feeling Got me rapping like I'm mad (Arrhh)
I
busy
Like those dizzy Lizys, who used to dance for you, you're through
I can't put it more blunt, your vocab is restricted
You're addicted,
more talkative then I might as well put the padlock back on your sarcophagus
Cause for me -
There’s nothing left to address
It’s a blessing I finally
of it, i just can't take no more
It's easy to let the world get you down
Look around it seems that every towns got
The mindness of profound
The haves,
when the perpetrators of the problem
Joke about the atrocities
What boundaries are broken?
The further I sink into the ever deepening scam
The more I
a rapper disrespect me I smack him in his mouth
I tow him in a yoke, grab him by his throat - boom! then I knock him out
I keep heat and keep the clips in
wreck one more, so we can hit the store
Cause it be goin down for the boy D-mo
(Big Moe)
Its that nigga, nigga named M-o-e
I represent that Southside,
Discuss these one more timeaerodynamic by daft punk 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