Lyrics:
Attitudes, we're underground reporters we tell about,
you know, the streets and everything that goes on, you know, around in Compton,
our area, what's going
the old man thought we were reporters
He kept reminding me of how his simple name was spelled
Some lady said, "They worth more money now than when they's
and tell my girl, "Yo, Puba did this
He did that," cause they nose is in my crack
Like a reporter, but they don't earn a quarter
To do that (Yo, they just
step back and shake it
Is it world the death or better life in a casket
Destuction of the flesh, new reporter wasn't coming
The devil cursed him cause he
business
This is a full time business
Conversating with nation breaking segregation
Reporters are supporters of the separation
Lyrics I kick'll stick us in
thirty talents
Court reporter catch the circus on the paper
File it in the system not
Acknowledged by the Maker
Swearing by the bible blatantly blasphemous
flickin my ass
Runnin with my money son go out with a blast
Do what you want, a niggas cuttin the corner
You fuckin up
Oh to go ahead and meet the reporter
Newports
Just put my baby momma in a new foreign
'Bout to write a book, no Dr. Seuss, boy
I got stories like a news reporter
Like a book, put my momma in
Could use some resources, nah
We just need order
I got my own bad news, forget a reporter
Man, we ain't even safe, they wanna deport us
Or rather keep
Wish I was the Superman
Stoppin' trains and makin' diamonds in my hands
A big reporter man
I'd write all the news today
And it would say
Up, up,
with the hustle, hustle, hustle
I'm in love with the hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
Veteran reporter, prosecutor avoid her
I never trusted
on the spot reporter, downtown
And this is downtown (downtown)
Er, pardon me madam but would you tell our audience
What would you do if the saucer were
the sports reporter
The rival teams when they faced each other
The more I lost myself, the more it set me free
How am I not your brother?
How are you not
Ayo it's war on the street, blood on the cobblestone
I leave 'em buried alive, just like a fossil bone
Body bags line the streets, reporters
the sports reporter
The rival teams when they faced each other
The more I lost myself, the more it set me free
How am I not your brother?
How are you not
Well I saw a crowd a-gathered
Must've been somebody shot
Reporters scribbled shorthand
And photographed the spot
I moved in a little closer
But
reporters
Wearing macho slacks (Macho City)
All around the world
The message is hot and smoking (Macho City)
Would you like to see the future
Nobody's
his head, oh, they ask him how he feels
Then the warden comes to say goodbye
Reporters come to watch him die
Watch him as he's strapped into
of the club unit?
Plastic, slime, partitions, cocktail, zig-zag, tudor bar.
Pat mcgatt. pat mcgatt, the very famous sports reporter is
Talking......there.
Well, it's of a bold reporter whose story I will tell
He went down to the Cuban land, the nearest place to hell
He'd been there many times before,
Well, it's of a bold reporter whose story I will tell
He went down to the Cuban land, the nearest place to hell
He'd been there many times before,
surrounded by the girls
But it all fades so quickly
Like a sunny summer day
Reporters ask you questions
They write down what you say
(chorus)
They'll
talk to Sun reporters
I never thought that I would be
Fighting fascists in the Southern Sea
I saw one today and in his hand
Was a weapon that was
the streets police is on trial and rappers is the court reporters
You won't be more then one of the lambs they fattening up for the slaughter
If you don't pull
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