[00:00.00] 作词 : Michelle Bell/Nasir Jones/Larry Gates
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Michelle Bell/Nasir Jones/Larry Gates
[00:15.44]Uhh
[00:20.42]Pushin drop-tops, Stacy Lattisaw tapes, the 80's had us all apes
[00:23.46]Youngest gorillas up to bat at home plate
[00:25.41]That was a uncanny era, guns in my pants
[00:27.92]Yeah X-Clan hair, with dreads at the top of my fade
[00:30.50]Homicide and feds on the blocks where I played, b-ball
[00:33.24]That's when I wondered was I here for the cause, or be-cause
[00:36.26]Cause Ray Charles could see the ghetto
[00:37.81]Was told to stay strong and I could beat the Devil
[00:41.18]Cause yo, I used to play Apollo balcony seats
[00:42.90]Watchin ****** swing razors in the front row, then out in the streets
[00:45.28]The car show, 560's, chemical afros
[00:48.80]Acuras pumpin Super Lover Cee and Casanova
[00:51.46]Live chicks be, asses bustin out of they clothes
[00:53.68]Wearin lip gloss, big door knockers pealin they earlobes
[00:56.71]So where them years go? Where the old gold beers and cheers go?
[00:59.90]But now them shorties here doe, so
[01:01.53]The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs
[01:04.22]Riker's Island bustin, still packed, what's the word?
[01:06.79]The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herb
[01:09.07]And I'm, still enjoyin life's ride; one mo' time
[01:11.97]The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs
[01:14.72]Riker's Island bustin, still packed, what's the word?
[01:17.17]The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herb
[01:19.45]And I'm, still enjoyin life's ride; right?
[01:21.99]Political thugs in shark suits persuade us to pull triggers
[01:24.74]in army boots, yellin "Join the armed forces!"
[01:27.02]We lost the Vietnam War, intoxicated poisons
[01:29.50]Needles in arms of veterans instead of bigger fortunes
[01:32.05]There's still a lot of nigger callin in the coorporate offices
[01:34.72]War in the ghetto, we crabs in a barrel, they torture us
[01:37.33]They won't be servin the beast too long
[01:39.19]The murderers wearin police uniforms, confederate flags I burn
[01:42.44]Beat Street breakers were dancin to the music I chose
[01:44.90]And Peachtree Atlantic crackheads was tootin they nose
[01:47.53]in frozen corners of Chicago, loaded up Llama's children
[01:50.83]with fo'-fo's, and double-revolvers
[01:52.66]We devil incarnates, headed for jail
[01:54.54]Where Shell gas company in South Africa be havin us killed
[01:57.72]Your paper money was the death of Christ
[01:59.84]And all these shorties comin up just resurrect your life
[02:02.22]It's like a cycle
[02:03.08]The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs
[02:05.98]Riker's Island bustin, still packed, what's the word?
[02:08.33]The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herb
[02:10.78]And I'm, still enjoyin life's ride; one mo' time
[02:13.51]The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs
[02:16.19]Riker's Island bustin, still packed, what's the word?
[02:18.52]The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herb
[02:20.95]And I'm, still enjoyin life's ride; right?
[02:23.68]****** used to wear rags on they hair when it was fried up
[02:26.40]That's when we were lied to, buyin hair products
[02:28.77]Back before my generation, when our blackness started disintegratin
[02:32.30]'til awareness started penetratin
[02:34.24]The styles come from prison, they used potatoes makin liquor
[02:37.26]just to prove we some creative ******
[02:39.06]Turnin nothin into somethin, is God work
[02:41.38]And you get nothin without struggle and hard work
[02:43.74]War is necessary to my ****** in chains
[02:45.74]From Greene to Sing-Sing, I'm wantin y'all to know one thing
[02:49.06]The hardest thing is to forgive, but God does
[02:51.50]Even if you murdered or robbed, yeah it's wrong, but God loves
[02:54.30]Take one step toward him, he takes two toward you
[02:57.11]Even when all else fail, God support you
[02:59.92]I done it, got God Son on my stomach
[03:01.86]My heart and my lungs was affected from Henny's and gettin blunted
[03:04.74]Do your body right and it loves you back
[03:06.93]You only get one life, and yo because of that
[03:09.64]I'm still blazin, goin out for the cause
[03:11.90]Still rockin stockin caps, not for the waves, obeyin no laws
[03:14.93]And it's like that
[03:15.60]The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs
[03:17.76]Riker's Island bustin, still packed, what's the word?
[03:20.21]The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herb
[03:22.60]And I'm, still enjoyin life's ride; one mo' time
[03:25.31]The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs
[03:27.96]Riker's Island bustin, still packed, what's the word?
[03:30.50]The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herb
[03:32.80]And I'm, still enjoyin life's ride; right?
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作词 : Michelle Bell/Nasir Jones/Larry Gates
作曲 : Michelle Bell/Nasir Jones/Larry Gates
Uhh
Pushin drop-tops, Stacy Lattisaw tapes, the 80's had us all apes
Youngest gorillas up to bat at home plate
That was a uncanny era, guns in my pants
Yeah X-Clan hair, with dreads at the top of my fade
Homicide and feds on the blocks where I played, b-ball
That's when I wondered was I here for the cause, or be-cause
Cause Ray Charles could see the ghetto
Was told to stay strong and I could beat the Devil
Cause yo, I used to play Apollo balcony seats
Watchin ****** swing razors in the front row, then out in the streets
The car show, 560's, chemical afros
Acuras pumpin Super Lover Cee and Casanova
Live chicks be, asses bustin out of they clothes
Wearin lip gloss, big door knockers pealin they earlobes
So where them years go? Where the old gold beers and cheers go?
But now them shorties here doe, so
The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs
Riker's Island bustin, still packed, what's the word?
The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herb
And I'm, still enjoyin life's ride; one mo' time
The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs
Riker's Island bustin, still packed, what's the word?
The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herb
And I'm, still enjoyin life's ride; right?
Political thugs in shark suits persuade us to pull triggers
in army boots, yellin "Join the armed forces!"
We lost the Vietnam War, intoxicated poisons
Needles in arms of veterans instead of bigger fortunes
There's still a lot of nigger callin in the coorporate offices
War in the ghetto, we crabs in a barrel, they torture us
They won't be servin the beast too long
The murderers wearin police uniforms, confederate flags I burn
Beat Street breakers were dancin to the music I chose
And Peachtree Atlantic crackheads was tootin they nose
in frozen corners of Chicago, loaded up Llama's children
with fo'-fo's, and double-revolvers
We devil incarnates, headed for jail
Where Shell gas company in South Africa be havin us killed
Your paper money was the death of Christ
And all these shorties comin up just resurrect your life
It's like a cycle
The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs
Riker's Island bustin, still packed, what's the word?
The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herb
And I'm, still enjoyin life's ride; one mo' time
The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs
Riker's Island bustin, still packed, what's the word?
The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herb
And I'm, still enjoyin life's ride; right?
****** used to wear rags on they hair when it was fried up
That's when we were lied to, buyin hair products
Back before my generation, when our blackness started disintegratin
'til awareness started penetratin
The styles come from prison, they used potatoes makin liquor
just to prove we some creative ******
Turnin nothin into somethin, is God work
And you get nothin without struggle and hard work
War is necessary to my ****** in chains
From Greene to Sing-Sing, I'm wantin y'all to know one thing
The hardest thing is to forgive, but God does
Even if you murdered or robbed, yeah it's wrong, but God loves
Take one step toward him, he takes two toward you
Even when all else fail, God support you
I done it, got God Son on my stomach
My heart and my lungs was affected from Henny's and gettin blunted
Do your body right and it loves you back
You only get one life, and yo because of that
I'm still blazin, goin out for the cause
Still rockin stockin caps, not for the waves, obeyin no laws
And it's like that
The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs
Riker's Island bustin, still packed, what's the word?
The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herb
And I'm, still enjoyin life's ride; one mo' time
The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs
Riker's Island bustin, still packed, what's the word?
The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herb
And I'm, still enjoyin life's ride; right?