| Song | All We Got Left Is The Beat |
| Artist | LL Cool J |
| Album | 14 Shots To The Dome |
| 作曲 : Bobby "Bobcat" Ervin & LL Cool J | |
| 作词 : Ervin, Smith | |
| Ey, ey, check it out homie | |
| Man, you need to get up out of this spot man | |
| And get a job man before you get smoked man | |
| I know you don't wanna hear it man | |
| But, man, wait, hold up loc you've got company man | |
| Where's my guns? | |
| When I'm ridin' on the street | |
| I hear gunshots, rare shots | |
| Swear crack niggas 'cause they're moms missed flips | |
| So black man really care about politics | |
| In the ninety's, our governments so slick | |
| I watch CN | |
| N sometimes and | |
| I realizeThey're playin' tricks on my mind | |
| They want a man to work with his hands | |
| Too young to die, and they don't give a damn | |
| Rare-momma got down on her knees | |
| But not no more, god damn it, | |
| I make cheese | |
| I'm on the move and | |
| I'ma show and prove | |
| You might cry to my political groove | |
| Rest in peace, sauce brothers underneath | |
| I love you to death while my beat's like a reef | |
| In the middle of the night on the city streets | |
| The only thing we got left is the beat | |
| All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo | |
| All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me | |
| All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo | |
| All we got left is the beat, uh | |
| Who brings guns into the | |
| USA?And then makes sure that they come around the way | |
| Gain the points until the whole race traps | |
| And teach up my woman that she should call up the cops | |
| The projects are hell, wait a, minute | |
| There's nothin' we do but ride on top of an elevator | |
| Say the clubs, | |
| I can't get a job | |
| Mouth to feed, somebody's gettin' robbed | |
| I ain't worked, but | |
| I ain't workin' for crumbs | |
| You ever seen a man-shelter? | |
| Check out the bombs | |
| Brother of pain, their whole lives are over | |
| They spent every dime tryin' not to be sober | |
| And all the ladies got bags of clothes | |
| They'll be your long lost momma, one never knows | |
| The streets are like a nightmare | |
| While the presidents secretary is chillin' in his leather chair | |
| All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo | |
| All we got left is the beat, give it to me | |
| All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo | |
| All we got left is the beat, uh | |
| Lemon to a lime, lime to a lemon | |
| When you need a toga-black, hire black linen | |
| Your ripper's man applause when he can't get a job | |
| He gets up all of his family and feels like a slob | |
| The black women don't understand' | |
| Cause they don't realize what it is to be a black man | |
| In the mornin' a brother feels like a jerk | |
| Seein' black women and white men go to work | |
| So all women fear, the brothers ain't real' | |
| Cause they won't give us no jobs, that's the real deal | |
| Hold my hand while | |
| I get it all together | |
| They don't deserve me at times of bad weather' | |
| Cause I'ma make it out the concrete walls | |
| And there's another way besides basketball | |
| Let me go, let me do what | |
| I doI'm red, black and green, then red, white and blue | |
| All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo | |
| All we got left is the beat, give it to me | |
| All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo | |
| All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me | |
| Ridin' in the street you can feel the city heat | |
| A little bit of grass and a whole lot of concrete | |
| Creepin' I'm standin' on the corner | |
| And you can get robbed if you wanna | |
| Paybacks a mother on the street | |
| You're seein' gold teeth, ya hearin' funky beats | |
| Brothers ride by real slow | |
| You get leary when they got tinted windows | |
| Sittin' on the steps with a blunt | |
| I'm drinkin' valentine, | |
| I wasn't raised up front | |
| My aunt Ellie always talked about | |
| GodTell me you never cried 'cause it's so hard | |
| Government got a hell of a plan | |
| But word is born they ain't destroyin' this black man | |
| All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo | |
| All we got left is the beat, give it to me | |
| All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo | |
| All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me | |
| All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo | |
| All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me | |
| All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo | |
| All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me | |
| Uh, uh ,uh | |
| Uh, uh, uh | |
| Uh, uh, uh... |
| zuò qǔ : Bobby " Bobcat" Ervin LL Cool J | |
| zuò cí : Ervin, Smith | |
| Ey, ey, check it out homie | |
| Man, you need to get up out of this spot man | |
| And get a job man before you get smoked man | |
| I know you don' t wanna hear it man | |
| But, man, wait, hold up loc you' ve got company man | |
| Where' s my guns? | |
| When I' m ridin' on the street | |
| I hear gunshots, rare shots | |
| Swear crack niggas ' cause they' re moms missed flips | |
| So black man really care about politics | |
| In the ninety' s, our governments so slick | |
| I watch CN | |
| N sometimes and | |
| I realizeThey' re playin' tricks on my mind | |
| They want a man to work with his hands | |
| Too young to die, and they don' t give a damn | |
| Raremomma got down on her knees | |
| But not no more, god damn it, | |
| I make cheese | |
| I' m on the move and | |
| I' ma show and prove | |
| You might cry to my political groove | |
| Rest in peace, sauce brothers underneath | |
| I love you to death while my beat' s like a reef | |
| In the middle of the night on the city streets | |
| The only thing we got left is the beat | |
| All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo | |
| All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me | |
| All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo | |
| All we got left is the beat, uh | |
| Who brings guns into the | |
| USA? And then makes sure that they come around the way | |
| Gain the points until the whole race traps | |
| And teach up my woman that she should call up the cops | |
| The projects are hell, wait a, minute | |
| There' s nothin' we do but ride on top of an elevator | |
| Say the clubs, | |
| I can' t get a job | |
| Mouth to feed, somebody' s gettin' robbed | |
| I ain' t worked, but | |
| I ain' t workin' for crumbs | |
| You ever seen a manshelter? | |
| Check out the bombs | |
| Brother of pain, their whole lives are over | |
| They spent every dime tryin' not to be sober | |
| And all the ladies got bags of clothes | |
| They' ll be your long lost momma, one never knows | |
| The streets are like a nightmare | |
| While the presidents secretary is chillin' in his leather chair | |
| All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo | |
| All we got left is the beat, give it to me | |
| All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo | |
| All we got left is the beat, uh | |
| Lemon to a lime, lime to a lemon | |
| When you need a togablack, hire black linen | |
| Your ripper' s man applause when he can' t get a job | |
| He gets up all of his family and feels like a slob | |
| The black women don' t understand' | |
| Cause they don' t realize what it is to be a black man | |
| In the mornin' a brother feels like a jerk | |
| Seein' black women and white men go to work | |
| So all women fear, the brothers ain' t real' | |
| Cause they won' t give us no jobs, that' s the real deal | |
| Hold my hand while | |
| I get it all together | |
| They don' t deserve me at times of bad weather' | |
| Cause I' ma make it out the concrete walls | |
| And there' s another way besides basketball | |
| Let me go, let me do what | |
| I doI' m red, black and green, then red, white and blue | |
| All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo | |
| All we got left is the beat, give it to me | |
| All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo | |
| All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me | |
| Ridin' in the street you can feel the city heat | |
| A little bit of grass and a whole lot of concrete | |
| Creepin' I' m standin' on the corner | |
| And you can get robbed if you wanna | |
| Paybacks a mother on the street | |
| You' re seein' gold teeth, ya hearin' funky beats | |
| Brothers ride by real slow | |
| You get leary when they got tinted windows | |
| Sittin' on the steps with a blunt | |
| I' m drinkin' valentine, | |
| I wasn' t raised up front | |
| My aunt Ellie always talked about | |
| GodTell me you never cried ' cause it' s so hard | |
| Government got a hell of a plan | |
| But word is born they ain' t destroyin' this black man | |
| All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo | |
| All we got left is the beat, give it to me | |
| All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo | |
| All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me | |
| All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo | |
| All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me | |
| All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo | |
| All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me | |
| Uh, uh , uh | |
| Uh, uh, uh | |
| Uh, uh, uh... |