Ghetto Politics - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Ghetto Politics - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Pras |
| Album | Win Lose Or Draw |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Michel, Temp | |
| Pine, boxes, nine, oxes | |
| Unidentified, flying objects | |
| Crime, doctors, slime, coppers | |
| Niggaz that can't get out man they locked up | |
| [Pras Michel] | |
| Criminal, minded, you've been blinded | |
| Justice for all (c'mon) help me find it | |
| Please we'll wind it, get in the hole | |
| And start to grind it, who's behind it | |
| Big brother got us spread like an atlas | |
| Powerless in fear that leads to paralysis | |
| Now when I speak, do your psycho-nalysis | |
| And those recordin Wonderland like Alice's | |
| Y'all don't know about guerilla warfare | |
| Kids in Haiti, trapped with the hardware | |
| Wear them by the pair while playin truth or dare | |
| Prisoners of war worse than the terror scare | |
| This is the jungle we live in, this is the concrete | |
| I call you pussy cause you are what you eat, homey | |
| It's the art of war homes they play for keeps | |
| So you still think that gangster shit is sweet? | |
| [Chorus] - repeat 2X | |
| [uncredited guest rapper] | |
| Remember when you had a lot, yeah it was yours for sure | |
| But we fight back, and ain't takin your shit no more | |
| So raw, my four-four's leave a couple bent | |
| The government talk shit, hand 'em a Doublemint | |
| You ****in with me? I see you like a jewel | |
| With the terrorist my nigga, diesel like the fuel | |
| Step up smash your team, throw matches at your head | |
| Quarters after we bathe it in gasoline | |
| Or petroleum, you think it's sugar when it's sodium | |
| Handcuffs ropes and chains holdin 'em | |
| All in the zone, have your dough and your fame | |
| But you ain't takin nuttin wit'cha, but your bones to your grave | |
| To the world you're a slave, we the makers | |
| Revolutionary haters, as anthropologists, gynecologysts | |
| Astronauts and shit, I don't think y'all ready | |
| For the apocalypse, so y'all better stay on top of shit | |
| [Chorus] - repeat 2X | |
| [uncredited guest #2] | |
| My flow contradicted, apocalyptic | |
| With plans to cop the riches, make blacks stop the snitchin | |
| Politics mixed with, new statistics | |
| Futuristic, tell me are you a witness | |
| Or a soldier? Innocent, criminal minded | |
| I'm militant, wise to ignorant, livin with | |
| No time to eat and no time to sleep, my hustle is deep | |
| Wearin the same gear all week | |
| Near all heat, until I draw, it's kind of raw | |
| Like a war between my ances-tors and dinosaurs | |
| I'm on some **** the cops shit, ask your moms | |
| She don't even know, what this {?} tax is on | |
| Probably got another country never shown on map | |
| For secret agents and the ones who faked they death live at | |
| Where your kids disappear to when they get kidnapped | |
| Streets is white, life is black, and this shit is trapped | |
| [Chorus] | |
| {*beatboxing*} | |
| Y'all been rockin fatigues for years right? | |
| Y'all ready to war?! | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Pras Michel] | |
| Alright, where you at my niggaz? You in the Matrix? | |
| Get the **** off the streets, y'knahmsayin? | |
| **** all that gangster shit, we here | |
| It's real niggaz, put on your boots, man up! | |
| Get ready for war, ha, guerillas baby, {?} |
| zuo ci : Michel, Temp | |
| Pine, boxes, nine, oxes | |
| Unidentified, flying objects | |
| Crime, doctors, slime, coppers | |
| Niggaz that can' t get out man they locked up | |
| Pras Michel | |
| Criminal, minded, you' ve been blinded | |
| Justice for all c' mon help me find it | |
| Please we' ll wind it, get in the hole | |
| And start to grind it, who' s behind it | |
| Big brother got us spread like an atlas | |
| Powerless in fear that leads to paralysis | |
| Now when I speak, do your psychonalysis | |
| And those recordin Wonderland like Alice' s | |
| Y' all don' t know about guerilla warfare | |
| Kids in Haiti, trapped with the hardware | |
| Wear them by the pair while playin truth or dare | |
| Prisoners of war worse than the terror scare | |
| This is the jungle we live in, this is the concrete | |
| I call you pussy cause you are what you eat, homey | |
| It' s the art of war homes they play for keeps | |
| So you still think that gangster shit is sweet? | |
| Chorus repeat 2X | |
| uncredited guest rapper | |
| Remember when you had a lot, yeah it was yours for sure | |
| But we fight back, and ain' t takin your shit no more | |
| So raw, my fourfour' s leave a couple bent | |
| The government talk shit, hand ' em a Doublemint | |
| You in with me? I see you like a jewel | |
| With the terrorist my nigga, diesel like the fuel | |
| Step up smash your team, throw matches at your head | |
| Quarters after we bathe it in gasoline | |
| Or petroleum, you think it' s sugar when it' s sodium | |
| Handcuffs ropes and chains holdin ' em | |
| All in the zone, have your dough and your fame | |
| But you ain' t takin nuttin wit' cha, but your bones to your grave | |
| To the world you' re a slave, we the makers | |
| Revolutionary haters, as anthropologists, gynecologysts | |
| Astronauts and shit, I don' t think y' all ready | |
| For the apocalypse, so y' all better stay on top of shit | |
| Chorus repeat 2X | |
| uncredited guest 2 | |
| My flow contradicted, apocalyptic | |
| With plans to cop the riches, make blacks stop the snitchin | |
| Politics mixed with, new statistics | |
| Futuristic, tell me are you a witness | |
| Or a soldier? Innocent, criminal minded | |
| I' m militant, wise to ignorant, livin with | |
| No time to eat and no time to sleep, my hustle is deep | |
| Wearin the same gear all week | |
| Near all heat, until I draw, it' s kind of raw | |
| Like a war between my ancestors and dinosaurs | |
| I' m on some the cops shit, ask your moms | |
| She don' t even know, what this ? tax is on | |
| Probably got another country never shown on map | |
| For secret agents and the ones who faked they death live at | |
| Where your kids disappear to when they get kidnapped | |
| Streets is white, life is black, and this shit is trapped | |
| Chorus | |
| beatboxing | |
| Y' all been rockin fatigues for years right? | |
| Y' all ready to war?! | |
| Chorus | |
| Pras Michel | |
| Alright, where you at my niggaz? You in the Matrix? | |
| Get the off the streets, y' knahmsayin? | |
| all that gangster shit, we here | |
| It' s real niggaz, put on your boots, man up! | |
| Get ready for war, ha, guerillas baby, ? |
| zuò cí : Michel, Temp | |
| Pine, boxes, nine, oxes | |
| Unidentified, flying objects | |
| Crime, doctors, slime, coppers | |
| Niggaz that can' t get out man they locked up | |
| Pras Michel | |
| Criminal, minded, you' ve been blinded | |
| Justice for all c' mon help me find it | |
| Please we' ll wind it, get in the hole | |
| And start to grind it, who' s behind it | |
| Big brother got us spread like an atlas | |
| Powerless in fear that leads to paralysis | |
| Now when I speak, do your psychonalysis | |
| And those recordin Wonderland like Alice' s | |
| Y' all don' t know about guerilla warfare | |
| Kids in Haiti, trapped with the hardware | |
| Wear them by the pair while playin truth or dare | |
| Prisoners of war worse than the terror scare | |
| This is the jungle we live in, this is the concrete | |
| I call you pussy cause you are what you eat, homey | |
| It' s the art of war homes they play for keeps | |
| So you still think that gangster shit is sweet? | |
| Chorus repeat 2X | |
| uncredited guest rapper | |
| Remember when you had a lot, yeah it was yours for sure | |
| But we fight back, and ain' t takin your shit no more | |
| So raw, my fourfour' s leave a couple bent | |
| The government talk shit, hand ' em a Doublemint | |
| You in with me? I see you like a jewel | |
| With the terrorist my nigga, diesel like the fuel | |
| Step up smash your team, throw matches at your head | |
| Quarters after we bathe it in gasoline | |
| Or petroleum, you think it' s sugar when it' s sodium | |
| Handcuffs ropes and chains holdin ' em | |
| All in the zone, have your dough and your fame | |
| But you ain' t takin nuttin wit' cha, but your bones to your grave | |
| To the world you' re a slave, we the makers | |
| Revolutionary haters, as anthropologists, gynecologysts | |
| Astronauts and shit, I don' t think y' all ready | |
| For the apocalypse, so y' all better stay on top of shit | |
| Chorus repeat 2X | |
| uncredited guest 2 | |
| My flow contradicted, apocalyptic | |
| With plans to cop the riches, make blacks stop the snitchin | |
| Politics mixed with, new statistics | |
| Futuristic, tell me are you a witness | |
| Or a soldier? Innocent, criminal minded | |
| I' m militant, wise to ignorant, livin with | |
| No time to eat and no time to sleep, my hustle is deep | |
| Wearin the same gear all week | |
| Near all heat, until I draw, it' s kind of raw | |
| Like a war between my ancestors and dinosaurs | |
| I' m on some the cops shit, ask your moms | |
| She don' t even know, what this ? tax is on | |
| Probably got another country never shown on map | |
| For secret agents and the ones who faked they death live at | |
| Where your kids disappear to when they get kidnapped | |
| Streets is white, life is black, and this shit is trapped | |
| Chorus | |
| beatboxing | |
| Y' all been rockin fatigues for years right? | |
| Y' all ready to war?! | |
| Chorus | |
| Pras Michel | |
| Alright, where you at my niggaz? You in the Matrix? | |
| Get the off the streets, y' knahmsayin? | |
| all that gangster shit, we here | |
| It' s real niggaz, put on your boots, man up! | |
| Get ready for war, ha, guerillas baby, ? |
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