Talkin' the Truth Lyrics
| Song | Talkin' the Truth |
| Artist | Long Beach Dub All-Stars |
| Album | Wonders of the World |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Nugent, Ortiz, Robustelli ... | |
| Hey!(Chorus ª 2) | |
| We're gonna tell you what them drugs can do | |
| They'll fuck your life in a minute or two | |
| If you keep it up, you'll be finishing through | |
| Opie, Ras, and | |
| Paulie always talkin' the truth | |
| Paulie:Me see 'em on the street | |
| Boy, what a shame | |
| You all cracked up | |
| Man, you lost all your game3 weeks in a row | |
| You'll be wearing the same clothes | |
| Stink so bad | |
| The smell be wrinklin' up me nose | |
| Man, what at one | |
| Drugs on your mark | |
| Revert all your sold | |
| All the furniture you had | |
| Down at the pawn shop | |
| Scream in a scroungin' | |
| Ingest the tweak | |
| And your heart starts pounding | |
| Crap head, boy | |
| Them a smoke of a mountain | |
| Opie:Night is the time when you should be asleep | |
| No walking around and tweaking on the street | |
| You look down town, you know what | |
| I meanYou see them strange people and them take speed | |
| We no pirate, we no bad man | |
| A one thing | |
| I know, the tweak will make you sad | |
| Stick with your actions and you'll end up in rehab(Chorus) | |
| Paulie:Yo, them of always heard | |
| Them a smoke tweak | |
| Them fast a deal | |
| Them a make a profit | |
| Me stick to me | |
| Guinness and me stick to me spliff | |
| Cause me no wanna end up like a zombie on the street | |
| Me see it everyday | |
| In it I my face | |
| A whole generation | |
| Lost out without a trace | |
| Caught on the plastic | |
| Boy, what a waste | |
| Oh, mass a | |
| God, a petty in all them fiez(Chorus) | |
| Paulie:Them collect bottles | |
| Them collect charms | |
| Some will sell anything | |
| And get in on the pants | |
| Them a leave daddy | |
| No laugh in a funny | |
| Could've been a sittin' | |
| On your daddy or your mommy | |
| We speak of | |
| Philly hood | |
| Tell them the truth | |
| Fuck with the speed | |
| And the devil does a dead | |
| Ras-1:Lips on the pipe | |
| Up all night | |
| Starin' at an engine' | |
| With a flashlight | |
| Then I start to take apart my | |
| VCR20 projects goin' cause | |
| I'm tweakin' so hard | |
| Pullin' out my hair, pickin' out my skin | |
| Lose a couple teeth, but | |
| I'm not trippin' | |
| Just when | |
| I thought | |
| I was head of the game | |
| Wake in a rehab with | |
| Rick James | |
| Didn't even see that | |
| I was slippin'2 years in another backyard wrenchin' | |
| Next thing | |
| I know I'm on heroin | |
| I woulda been better off just smokin' | |
| Ras-1: Choona | |
| Opie: Hona, still stick to the weed man | |
| Ras-1: I ain't trippin', | |
| Opie. Got some weed, | |
| Paulie?Paulie: | |
| Brooklyn's best kid!(Chorus ª 2) | |
| And you know that, man | |
| Guinness and the ganja | |
| That kyamboron... |
| zuo qu : Nugent, Ortiz, Robustelli ... | |
| Hey! Chorus 2 | |
| We' re gonna tell you what them drugs can do | |
| They' ll fuck your life in a minute or two | |
| If you keep it up, you' ll be finishing through | |
| Opie, Ras, and | |
| Paulie always talkin' the truth | |
| Paulie: Me see ' em on the street | |
| Boy, what a shame | |
| You all cracked up | |
| Man, you lost all your game3 weeks in a row | |
| You' ll be wearing the same clothes | |
| Stink so bad | |
| The smell be wrinklin' up me nose | |
| Man, what at one | |
| Drugs on your mark | |
| Revert all your sold | |
| All the furniture you had | |
| Down at the pawn shop | |
| Scream in a scroungin' | |
| Ingest the tweak | |
| And your heart starts pounding | |
| Crap head, boy | |
| Them a smoke of a mountain | |
| Opie: Night is the time when you should be asleep | |
| No walking around and tweaking on the street | |
| You look down town, you know what | |
| I meanYou see them strange people and them take speed | |
| We no pirate, we no bad man | |
| A one thing | |
| I know, the tweak will make you sad | |
| Stick with your actions and you' ll end up in rehab Chorus | |
| Paulie: Yo, them of always heard | |
| Them a smoke tweak | |
| Them fast a deal | |
| Them a make a profit | |
| Me stick to me | |
| Guinness and me stick to me spliff | |
| Cause me no wanna end up like a zombie on the street | |
| Me see it everyday | |
| In it I my face | |
| A whole generation | |
| Lost out without a trace | |
| Caught on the plastic | |
| Boy, what a waste | |
| Oh, mass a | |
| God, a petty in all them fiez Chorus | |
| Paulie: Them collect bottles | |
| Them collect charms | |
| Some will sell anything | |
| And get in on the pants | |
| Them a leave daddy | |
| No laugh in a funny | |
| Could' ve been a sittin' | |
| On your daddy or your mommy | |
| We speak of | |
| Philly hood | |
| Tell them the truth | |
| Fuck with the speed | |
| And the devil does a dead | |
| Ras1: Lips on the pipe | |
| Up all night | |
| Starin' at an engine' | |
| With a flashlight | |
| Then I start to take apart my | |
| VCR20 projects goin' cause | |
| I' m tweakin' so hard | |
| Pullin' out my hair, pickin' out my skin | |
| Lose a couple teeth, but | |
| I' m not trippin' | |
| Just when | |
| I thought | |
| I was head of the game | |
| Wake in a rehab with | |
| Rick James | |
| Didn' t even see that | |
| I was slippin' 2 years in another backyard wrenchin' | |
| Next thing | |
| I know I' m on heroin | |
| I woulda been better off just smokin' | |
| Ras1: Choona | |
| Opie: Hona, still stick to the weed man | |
| Ras1: I ain' t trippin', | |
| Opie. Got some weed, | |
| Paulie? Paulie: | |
| Brooklyn' s best kid! Chorus 2 | |
| And you know that, man | |
| Guinness and the ganja | |
| That kyamboron... |
| zuò qǔ : Nugent, Ortiz, Robustelli ... | |
| Hey! Chorus 2 | |
| We' re gonna tell you what them drugs can do | |
| They' ll fuck your life in a minute or two | |
| If you keep it up, you' ll be finishing through | |
| Opie, Ras, and | |
| Paulie always talkin' the truth | |
| Paulie: Me see ' em on the street | |
| Boy, what a shame | |
| You all cracked up | |
| Man, you lost all your game3 weeks in a row | |
| You' ll be wearing the same clothes | |
| Stink so bad | |
| The smell be wrinklin' up me nose | |
| Man, what at one | |
| Drugs on your mark | |
| Revert all your sold | |
| All the furniture you had | |
| Down at the pawn shop | |
| Scream in a scroungin' | |
| Ingest the tweak | |
| And your heart starts pounding | |
| Crap head, boy | |
| Them a smoke of a mountain | |
| Opie: Night is the time when you should be asleep | |
| No walking around and tweaking on the street | |
| You look down town, you know what | |
| I meanYou see them strange people and them take speed | |
| We no pirate, we no bad man | |
| A one thing | |
| I know, the tweak will make you sad | |
| Stick with your actions and you' ll end up in rehab Chorus | |
| Paulie: Yo, them of always heard | |
| Them a smoke tweak | |
| Them fast a deal | |
| Them a make a profit | |
| Me stick to me | |
| Guinness and me stick to me spliff | |
| Cause me no wanna end up like a zombie on the street | |
| Me see it everyday | |
| In it I my face | |
| A whole generation | |
| Lost out without a trace | |
| Caught on the plastic | |
| Boy, what a waste | |
| Oh, mass a | |
| God, a petty in all them fiez Chorus | |
| Paulie: Them collect bottles | |
| Them collect charms | |
| Some will sell anything | |
| And get in on the pants | |
| Them a leave daddy | |
| No laugh in a funny | |
| Could' ve been a sittin' | |
| On your daddy or your mommy | |
| We speak of | |
| Philly hood | |
| Tell them the truth | |
| Fuck with the speed | |
| And the devil does a dead | |
| Ras1: Lips on the pipe | |
| Up all night | |
| Starin' at an engine' | |
| With a flashlight | |
| Then I start to take apart my | |
| VCR20 projects goin' cause | |
| I' m tweakin' so hard | |
| Pullin' out my hair, pickin' out my skin | |
| Lose a couple teeth, but | |
| I' m not trippin' | |
| Just when | |
| I thought | |
| I was head of the game | |
| Wake in a rehab with | |
| Rick James | |
| Didn' t even see that | |
| I was slippin' 2 years in another backyard wrenchin' | |
| Next thing | |
| I know I' m on heroin | |
| I woulda been better off just smokin' | |
| Ras1: Choona | |
| Opie: Hona, still stick to the weed man | |
| Ras1: I ain' t trippin', | |
| Opie. Got some weed, | |
| Paulie? Paulie: | |
| Brooklyn' s best kid! Chorus 2 | |
| And you know that, man | |
| Guinness and the ganja | |
| That kyamboron... |
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