Song | Quasi O.G. - Album Version (Explicit) |
Artist | Shyne |
Album | godfather buried alive |
作曲 : Barrow, Best, Marley | |
No, we don't need no more trouble | |
We ain't the problem ************* | |
We don't need no more trouble, no more trouble | |
I ain't the problem | |
Solve me, if | |
I am ever solved mother******s | |
Solve the *************t, | |
I insist I ain't goin' nowhere | |
I hear ya'all mother******s talkin', complainin' | |
It's too this, it's too | |
Dogg, It's too valid yeah, yeah | |
See what the ************* happens when the | |
C.I.A. conspired? | |
Distribute crack in my environment, the roosters crow | |
Man, black people don't own no ports or boats | |
So tell me how the ************* we gettin' all this coke? | |
Offa knowledge | |
I choke, spittin' up truths hopin' | |
The young youth a soldier hear me dearly | |
G.W. Bush fear me | |
They know | |
I know, they want to sweep us under rugs | |
Hopin' we just keep killin', shootin' each other with slugs | |
Look up above and pray to god he protect me | |
From these cold jurors and the heartless judge | |
Imagine, grow'n up and never haven't | |
Fagget ass pops actin' like you never happened, ****** up | |
Watchin' the tears stream down yo mamma's cheek | |
She helpless in the kitchen lookin' for eats, peace | |
We don't need no more trouble sample | |
Yea *************, | |
I'm here, what the ************* ya'll gunna do about it? | |
Huh?Do somethin' about me, call my source, ya hear me? | |
Feel me?Stop talkin' 'bout, stop talkin' bout how ****** up | |
I am, huhGet me right, save me *************, huh? | |
I'm a snort away from an overdose | |
A couple a drug deals from death and too far from hope | |
I never asked to be here, | |
In this maze to an early grave | |
Jail cells, guns fights and crack sales | |
Tryin' to post bond on this oversized bail | |
Hopin' my vest don't give as the bullets come in hail | |
How dare ya'all point the finger at me' | |
Cuz I'm a straight | |
G ain't that what it's supposed to be? | |
*************t, I'm just followin' the tradition of | |
Joe KennyBootleggin' ties with the mob and *************t | |
Capitalism, money and power | |
Catch me in the | |
Trump Tower with a honey and powder | |
I feel the shadows death is comin' to an end | |
My lifes slippin' from me, ya'll *************z is funny | |
Tell me shyne po, he can't get that money | |
************* am I supposed to do, ************* starve and go hungry? | |
RightWe don't need no more trouble sample | |
Im here, we here, ain't goin nowhere | |
Problems is startin' to happen and we was born | |
************* this *************t has been goin' on *************300 years mother******s, shh | |
Cose ya eyes,listen. hear my heart beatin'? | |
Po's racin', | |
I can't take it | |
The futures too dark and hopeless for me to face it | |
Only God knows if | |
I make itWalkin' through the depths of hell | |
It's hard for me to smile | |
When I'm innocent and still, | |
I'm facin' trial | |
God save me | |
Secret societies manipulatin' the dumb def and blind | |
And yet they want to blame it on | |
ShyneLike | |
I'm responsible for the countries murder rate | |
Responsible for babies born high off base | |
This *************t's is bigger than me, | |
I told ya'all | |
I'm just a pawn | |
So is Boy | |
George sippin' | |
Nick Bawns | |
I hope my babies havin' babies pu*************n' rhymes | |
It's a brighter day if you just let it beyond | |
To my mom's | |
I'm sorry for the pain | |
I've caused | |
Your baby boy's dyin' of a broken heart | |
Got ties to my own blood walkin' to the eternal fire | |
Crack money in the dryer | |
We don't need no more trouble sample | |
We don't need no more trouble sample | |
We don't need no more trouble sample | |
We don't need no more trouble sample |
zuò qǔ : Barrow, Best, Marley | |
No, we don' t need no more trouble | |
We ain' t the problem | |
We don' t need no more trouble, no more trouble | |
I ain' t the problem | |
Solve me, if | |
I am ever solved mother s | |
Solve the t, | |
I insist I ain' t goin' nowhere | |
I hear ya' all mother s talkin', complainin' | |
It' s too this, it' s too | |
Dogg, It' s too valid yeah, yeah | |
See what the happens when the | |
C. I. A. conspired? | |
Distribute crack in my environment, the roosters crow | |
Man, black people don' t own no ports or boats | |
So tell me how the we gettin' all this coke? | |
Offa knowledge | |
I choke, spittin' up truths hopin' | |
The young youth a soldier hear me dearly | |
G. W. Bush fear me | |
They know | |
I know, they want to sweep us under rugs | |
Hopin' we just keep killin', shootin' each other with slugs | |
Look up above and pray to god he protect me | |
From these cold jurors and the heartless judge | |
Imagine, grow' n up and never haven' t | |
Fagget ass pops actin' like you never happened, up | |
Watchin' the tears stream down yo mamma' s cheek | |
She helpless in the kitchen lookin' for eats, peace | |
We don' t need no more trouble sample | |
Yea , | |
I' m here, what the ya' ll gunna do about it? | |
Huh? Do somethin' about me, call my source, ya hear me? | |
Feel me? Stop talkin' ' bout, stop talkin' bout how up | |
I am, huhGet me right, save me , huh? | |
I' m a snort away from an overdose | |
A couple a drug deals from death and too far from hope | |
I never asked to be here, | |
In this maze to an early grave | |
Jail cells, guns fights and crack sales | |
Tryin' to post bond on this oversized bail | |
Hopin' my vest don' t give as the bullets come in hail | |
How dare ya' all point the finger at me' | |
Cuz I' m a straight | |
G ain' t that what it' s supposed to be? | |
t, I' m just followin' the tradition of | |
Joe KennyBootleggin' ties with the mob and t | |
Capitalism, money and power | |
Catch me in the | |
Trump Tower with a honey and powder | |
I feel the shadows death is comin' to an end | |
My lifes slippin' from me, ya' ll z is funny | |
Tell me shyne po, he can' t get that money | |
am I supposed to do, starve and go hungry? | |
RightWe don' t need no more trouble sample | |
Im here, we here, ain' t goin nowhere | |
Problems is startin' to happen and we was born | |
this t has been goin' on 300 years mother s, shh | |
Cose ya eyes, listen. hear my heart beatin'? | |
Po' s racin', | |
I can' t take it | |
The futures too dark and hopeless for me to face it | |
Only God knows if | |
I make itWalkin' through the depths of hell | |
It' s hard for me to smile | |
When I' m innocent and still, | |
I' m facin' trial | |
God save me | |
Secret societies manipulatin' the dumb def and blind | |
And yet they want to blame it on | |
ShyneLike | |
I' m responsible for the countries murder rate | |
Responsible for babies born high off base | |
This t' s is bigger than me, | |
I told ya' all | |
I' m just a pawn | |
So is Boy | |
George sippin' | |
Nick Bawns | |
I hope my babies havin' babies pu n' rhymes | |
It' s a brighter day if you just let it beyond | |
To my mom' s | |
I' m sorry for the pain | |
I' ve caused | |
Your baby boy' s dyin' of a broken heart | |
Got ties to my own blood walkin' to the eternal fire | |
Crack money in the dryer | |
We don' t need no more trouble sample | |
We don' t need no more trouble sample | |
We don' t need no more trouble sample | |
We don' t need no more trouble sample |