Lyrics:
way in
Bum rush there's plenty of us to tear the club up
Guzzlin' Bacardi and such, I split a Dutch
Bouncin' nigga lookin' like he want war
Now
don't like me; they just like us as a whole
'Cause the music we make (?) we got soul
So tell me the truth; it's monkey see monkey do
We cuss on a record;
Selfishness got us followin' our own direction
Wrong information always shown by the media
Negative images is the main criteria
Infecting the young minds
Where the hard work checks ain't free
Just a bunch of burnt necks like me
Straight outta the country
Yeah, from the pine tree hollers, the trout line
plans to get my Lamb and my six
Niggas outta pen'll understand this shit
Pop champagne like I won a championship
Been around the world and I, I, I,
Hail, hail, hail
Yeah, okay
This shit is outta control
I'm drivin' through Hell and I done brought snow
It's shinin' in here and I done brought glow
hit the freeway, get ghost, I'm lost
I noticed it was unlocked-unlocked, uh-huh
They got me at the stove
They got me like, "Don't leave us"
Play
a kid lookin' for stripes on my belt
And that there is a fight in itself
So I just pray and hope God take a like to myself
No matter how much, I try
Fuck you niggas talkin' to me about?
See, see as a kid
I felt alienated by the niggas who look just like me
Niggas treat my nuance like it, like
cocked
On us, on us, on us, on us
On us, on us, on us
We're runnin' outta
Time, time, time, time
Time, time, time, time
Time, time, time, time
Written by Dennis DeYoung
Lead Vocals by Dennis DeYoung
I flip the switch on my laser video
And there's the man staring back at me
He starts
We left the toys out in the yard
I took my wife and kids and left my home unguarded
We packed what we could into the car
No one here knows how it
goin' crazy
Slip for cock the gun but he didn't run like a punk
He shoulda had the gauze in the trunk
For spunk is what he had, kid, I'd ratha attack
time, let it be a bad bitch sweepin'
That know we get O's like cheerios
That know because they seen us in the videos
That know the day that you play me
with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Brash as fuck, breachin' all these aqueducts
Don't believe us, treat us like we can't erupt, yup
We end
us workers who sweat, spit and swear
The minds of our daughters are poisoned by you
With your communistic politics and them negro blues
Well I'm gonna
here making us move, but it sure is funky
Oh-la, oh-la, ayy
I think its time to rap, shall we? Surely
Kid 'n Play back rolling strong, dope and def
reacts
Front if you want, kid, lay on your back
I don't fake jax, kid, you know I bring it to you live
Stay in a child's place, kid, you outta line
can fall back on
Those of us raised up down home
Where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good word and hand shake
shave your legs with Renee's razor blades
Yeah, but if it all goes through like it's supposed to
The whole neighborhood knows you and they'll expose you
lot structure
colorful gleamin' beamin' neon ferris wheel
the kid in all of us fool
you want a ticket what is magic a woman being sawed in half
and live
game we play, you can't control us
Hol' up, hol' up, they knew us cause the way we pulled up
Hold up, hol' up, my bitch her shape like Coca-Cola
Hold
the fighters like speeches by Cus D'Amato
Djs stickin' to vinyl like fuck Serato?
Suppliers who ride around the block in the custom models
Ballin like
I see people hating other people
Tell me what's the reason
That your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money
What's the reason?
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