I Can't Go to Sleep - Clean Version Lyrics
| Song | I Can't Go to Sleep - Clean Version |
| Artist | Wu-Tang Clan |
| Album | The W |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hayes, Wu Tang Clan | |
| Technique is ill son, watch how | |
| I spill one | |
| Peace to Biggie | |
| Tupac Big | |
| L and Big | |
| PunHavoc on the streets of | |
| Staten, snitches | |
| House niggaz children watch as they produce the same pattern | |
| Somebody raped our women, murdered our babies | |
| Hit us with the cracks and guns in the early 80's | |
| For those that murdered me shall stand before | |
| GodTo fall at the hands of fate, then out comes the rod | |
| Bring it back | |
| What the fuck is goin' on? | |
| I can't go to sleep | |
| Feds jumpin' out they jeeps, | |
| I can't go to sleep | |
| Babies with flies on the cheeks, it's hard to go to sleep | |
| Ish bowled two sixes twice, | |
| I couldn't go to sleep | |
| Aiyyo we deep in the stairs, we carry [Incomprehensible] guns[Incomprehensible] got, hit up with the big shit, bam-bam | |
| Stop at the cheeba spot, then pass the leak spot | |
| So past y'all niggaz again, you took a cheap shot | |
| Not knowin' fuckin' with me, you get your meat chopped | |
| You thought we fell on our face? | |
| You need to be stopped | |
| Call on the chariots, call on an ambulance | |
| You better smile my nigga, you on candid cam | |
| Gangsta broad, these be the laws, walk with big balls | |
| Nigga motherfuckin' eunuch, | |
| I even take which was yours | |
| I'm the nigga that made you man | |
| When your rap wasn't doin' well, | |
| I'm the nigga that gave you a hand | |
| Let's love each other | |
| Don't get mad' | |
| Cause it ain't that bad | |
| Just be who you are, you've come so far | |
| It's in your hands, just be a man | |
| Get the jelly out your spine | |
| Cobwebs, out of your mind | |
| I can't go to sleep, | |
| I can't shut my eyes | |
| They shot the father of his moms, killed him seven times | |
| They shot | |
| Malcolm in the chest front of his little seeds | |
| Jesse watched, as they shot | |
| King on the balcony | |
| They spat at | |
| Marcus, Garvey 'cause he tried to spark us | |
| With the knowledge of ourselves and our forefathers | |
| Oh Jacqueline you heard the rifle shots cracklin' | |
| Her husband head in her hair, you tried to put it back in | |
| America's watchin', blood stained ink blotches | |
| Medgar took one to the skull for integrating college | |
| What's the science? | |
| Somebody? | |
| This is trick knowledge | |
| They try to keep us enslaved and still scrape for dollars | |
| Walkin' through | |
| Park Hill, drunk as a fuck | |
| Lookin' around like, these devils, | |
| I'm ready to break this world down | |
| They got me trapped up in a metal gate, just stressed out with hate | |
| And just, give me no time to relax and use my mind to meditate | |
| What should | |
| I do? Grab a blunt or a brew?(Don't like the game, nigga use your head) | |
| Grab a two-two and run out there and put this fuckin' violence in you?(You should be callin' the shots instead ) | |
| I can't go to sleep, | |
| I can't shut 'em son | |
| I(The power is in your hands)(Stop all this cryin, and be a man) |
| zuo ci : Hayes, Wu Tang Clan | |
| Technique is ill son, watch how | |
| I spill one | |
| Peace to Biggie | |
| Tupac Big | |
| L and Big | |
| PunHavoc on the streets of | |
| Staten, snitches | |
| House niggaz children watch as they produce the same pattern | |
| Somebody raped our women, murdered our babies | |
| Hit us with the cracks and guns in the early 80' s | |
| For those that murdered me shall stand before | |
| GodTo fall at the hands of fate, then out comes the rod | |
| Bring it back | |
| What the fuck is goin' on? | |
| I can' t go to sleep | |
| Feds jumpin' out they jeeps, | |
| I can' t go to sleep | |
| Babies with flies on the cheeks, it' s hard to go to sleep | |
| Ish bowled two sixes twice, | |
| I couldn' t go to sleep | |
| Aiyyo we deep in the stairs, we carry Incomprehensible guns Incomprehensible got, hit up with the big shit, bambam | |
| Stop at the cheeba spot, then pass the leak spot | |
| So past y' all niggaz again, you took a cheap shot | |
| Not knowin' fuckin' with me, you get your meat chopped | |
| You thought we fell on our face? | |
| You need to be stopped | |
| Call on the chariots, call on an ambulance | |
| You better smile my nigga, you on candid cam | |
| Gangsta broad, these be the laws, walk with big balls | |
| Nigga motherfuckin' eunuch, | |
| I even take which was yours | |
| I' m the nigga that made you man | |
| When your rap wasn' t doin' well, | |
| I' m the nigga that gave you a hand | |
| Let' s love each other | |
| Don' t get mad' | |
| Cause it ain' t that bad | |
| Just be who you are, you' ve come so far | |
| It' s in your hands, just be a man | |
| Get the jelly out your spine | |
| Cobwebs, out of your mind | |
| I can' t go to sleep, | |
| I can' t shut my eyes | |
| They shot the father of his moms, killed him seven times | |
| They shot | |
| Malcolm in the chest front of his little seeds | |
| Jesse watched, as they shot | |
| King on the balcony | |
| They spat at | |
| Marcus, Garvey ' cause he tried to spark us | |
| With the knowledge of ourselves and our forefathers | |
| Oh Jacqueline you heard the rifle shots cracklin' | |
| Her husband head in her hair, you tried to put it back in | |
| America' s watchin', blood stained ink blotches | |
| Medgar took one to the skull for integrating college | |
| What' s the science? | |
| Somebody? | |
| This is trick knowledge | |
| They try to keep us enslaved and still scrape for dollars | |
| Walkin' through | |
| Park Hill, drunk as a fuck | |
| Lookin' around like, these devils, | |
| I' m ready to break this world down | |
| They got me trapped up in a metal gate, just stressed out with hate | |
| And just, give me no time to relax and use my mind to meditate | |
| What should | |
| I do? Grab a blunt or a brew? Don' t like the game, nigga use your head | |
| Grab a twotwo and run out there and put this fuckin' violence in you? You should be callin' the shots instead | |
| I can' t go to sleep, | |
| I can' t shut ' em son | |
| I The power is in your hands Stop all this cryin, and be a man |
| zuò cí : Hayes, Wu Tang Clan | |
| Technique is ill son, watch how | |
| I spill one | |
| Peace to Biggie | |
| Tupac Big | |
| L and Big | |
| PunHavoc on the streets of | |
| Staten, snitches | |
| House niggaz children watch as they produce the same pattern | |
| Somebody raped our women, murdered our babies | |
| Hit us with the cracks and guns in the early 80' s | |
| For those that murdered me shall stand before | |
| GodTo fall at the hands of fate, then out comes the rod | |
| Bring it back | |
| What the fuck is goin' on? | |
| I can' t go to sleep | |
| Feds jumpin' out they jeeps, | |
| I can' t go to sleep | |
| Babies with flies on the cheeks, it' s hard to go to sleep | |
| Ish bowled two sixes twice, | |
| I couldn' t go to sleep | |
| Aiyyo we deep in the stairs, we carry Incomprehensible guns Incomprehensible got, hit up with the big shit, bambam | |
| Stop at the cheeba spot, then pass the leak spot | |
| So past y' all niggaz again, you took a cheap shot | |
| Not knowin' fuckin' with me, you get your meat chopped | |
| You thought we fell on our face? | |
| You need to be stopped | |
| Call on the chariots, call on an ambulance | |
| You better smile my nigga, you on candid cam | |
| Gangsta broad, these be the laws, walk with big balls | |
| Nigga motherfuckin' eunuch, | |
| I even take which was yours | |
| I' m the nigga that made you man | |
| When your rap wasn' t doin' well, | |
| I' m the nigga that gave you a hand | |
| Let' s love each other | |
| Don' t get mad' | |
| Cause it ain' t that bad | |
| Just be who you are, you' ve come so far | |
| It' s in your hands, just be a man | |
| Get the jelly out your spine | |
| Cobwebs, out of your mind | |
| I can' t go to sleep, | |
| I can' t shut my eyes | |
| They shot the father of his moms, killed him seven times | |
| They shot | |
| Malcolm in the chest front of his little seeds | |
| Jesse watched, as they shot | |
| King on the balcony | |
| They spat at | |
| Marcus, Garvey ' cause he tried to spark us | |
| With the knowledge of ourselves and our forefathers | |
| Oh Jacqueline you heard the rifle shots cracklin' | |
| Her husband head in her hair, you tried to put it back in | |
| America' s watchin', blood stained ink blotches | |
| Medgar took one to the skull for integrating college | |
| What' s the science? | |
| Somebody? | |
| This is trick knowledge | |
| They try to keep us enslaved and still scrape for dollars | |
| Walkin' through | |
| Park Hill, drunk as a fuck | |
| Lookin' around like, these devils, | |
| I' m ready to break this world down | |
| They got me trapped up in a metal gate, just stressed out with hate | |
| And just, give me no time to relax and use my mind to meditate | |
| What should | |
| I do? Grab a blunt or a brew? Don' t like the game, nigga use your head | |
| Grab a twotwo and run out there and put this fuckin' violence in you? You should be callin' the shots instead | |
| I can' t go to sleep, | |
| I can' t shut ' em son | |
| I The power is in your hands Stop all this cryin, and be a man |
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