Got Lyrics
| Song | Got |
| Artist | Mos Def |
| Album | Black On Both Sides |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Muhammed, Smith | |
| Some cats really like to, you know... | |
| Profile and front. | |
| And then the jooks go down, all at once they like... | |
| Don't get mad | |
| Don't get mad | |
| Don't g-g-g-g-g-get mad (repeat 3x) | |
| You're out on the block hustling at the spot... | |
| Got, this is how you get got... | |
| At the gamblin' spot and your hand is mad hot... | |
| Got, this is how you get got... | |
| Out in brooklyn late night flashing all of your rocks... | |
| Got, this is how you get got... | |
| Some girl from pink house said "i like you alot"... | |
| Got, this is how you get got... | |
| This one goes to all them big will cats | |
| With ice on they limbs and big rims on they ac | |
| You goin' around town with your system bump | |
| And your windows cracked low to profile and front | |
| Now i like to have nice things just like you | |
| But i'm from brooklyn, certain shit you just don't do | |
| Like, high postin' when you far from home | |
| Or like, high postin' when you all alone | |
| Now, this would seem to be clear common sense | |
| But, cats be livin' off, sheer confidence | |
| Like "fuck that, picture them tellin' me run that" | |
| But acting invincible, just ain't sensible | |
| It's nineteen ninety-now, and there's certain individuals | |
| Swear they rollin' hard and get robbed on principle | |
| 5 star general, flashin' on your revenue | |
| You takin' a ride on the downstate medical, like (whooooooo) | |
| Colorful sparks, yellow and blue | |
| A fool on attack and it's happening to you | |
| Wit' nothing you can do but bust back and cop a plea | |
| But five of them and one of you, that equals got to me... | |
| Don't get mad | |
| Don't get mad | |
| Don't g-g-g-g-g-get mad (repeat 3x) | |
| Come on ya'll now, let's be real | |
| Some jokers got a rough time keepin' it concealed | |
| I wonder what it mean, it's probably self-esteem | |
| They fiending to be seen, get hymned like aberdeen | |
| Cats think it can't happen until the gats start clappin' | |
| They comin' down the wire spittin' fire like a dragon | |
| 'cause while the goods glisten, certain eyes take position | |
| To observe your trick, and then catch that ass slippin' | |
| Like, come on now ock, what you expect? | |
| Got a month's paycheck danglin' off your neck | |
| And while you cristal sippin', they rubbin' up they mittens | |
| With heat in mint condition to start the getti-gettin' | |
| They clique starts creepin' like sandinistin guerrillas | |
| You screamin' playa haters, these niggas is playa killers | |
| Mr. fash-ion, that style never last long | |
| The harder you flash, the harder you get flashed on | |
| There's hunger in the street that is hard to defeat | |
| Many steal for sport, but more steal to eat | |
| Cat's heavy at the weigh-in, and he's playin' for keeps | |
| Don't sleep, they'll roll up in your passengers seat | |
| There is universal law, whether rich or poor | |
| Some say life's a game, to more, life is war | |
| So put them egos to the side and get off them head-trips | |
| 'fore some cats pull out them heaters and make you head-less... | |
| Don't get mad | |
| Don't get mad | |
| Don't g-g-g-g-g-get mad (repeat 3x) |
| zuo ci : Muhammed, Smith | |
| Some cats really like to, you know... | |
| Profile and front. | |
| And then the jooks go down, all at once they like... | |
| Don' t get mad | |
| Don' t get mad | |
| Don' t gggggget mad repeat 3x | |
| You' re out on the block hustling at the spot... | |
| Got, this is how you get got... | |
| At the gamblin' spot and your hand is mad hot... | |
| Got, this is how you get got... | |
| Out in brooklyn late night flashing all of your rocks... | |
| Got, this is how you get got... | |
| Some girl from pink house said " i like you alot"... | |
| Got, this is how you get got... | |
| This one goes to all them big will cats | |
| With ice on they limbs and big rims on they ac | |
| You goin' around town with your system bump | |
| And your windows cracked low to profile and front | |
| Now i like to have nice things just like you | |
| But i' m from brooklyn, certain shit you just don' t do | |
| Like, high postin' when you far from home | |
| Or like, high postin' when you all alone | |
| Now, this would seem to be clear common sense | |
| But, cats be livin' off, sheer confidence | |
| Like " fuck that, picture them tellin' me run that" | |
| But acting invincible, just ain' t sensible | |
| It' s nineteen ninetynow, and there' s certain individuals | |
| Swear they rollin' hard and get robbed on principle | |
| 5 star general, flashin' on your revenue | |
| You takin' a ride on the downstate medical, like whooooooo | |
| Colorful sparks, yellow and blue | |
| A fool on attack and it' s happening to you | |
| Wit' nothing you can do but bust back and cop a plea | |
| But five of them and one of you, that equals got to me... | |
| Don' t get mad | |
| Don' t get mad | |
| Don' t gggggget mad repeat 3x | |
| Come on ya' ll now, let' s be real | |
| Some jokers got a rough time keepin' it concealed | |
| I wonder what it mean, it' s probably selfesteem | |
| They fiending to be seen, get hymned like aberdeen | |
| Cats think it can' t happen until the gats start clappin' | |
| They comin' down the wire spittin' fire like a dragon | |
| ' cause while the goods glisten, certain eyes take position | |
| To observe your trick, and then catch that ass slippin' | |
| Like, come on now ock, what you expect? | |
| Got a month' s paycheck danglin' off your neck | |
| And while you cristal sippin', they rubbin' up they mittens | |
| With heat in mint condition to start the gettigettin' | |
| They clique starts creepin' like sandinistin guerrillas | |
| You screamin' playa haters, these niggas is playa killers | |
| Mr. fashion, that style never last long | |
| The harder you flash, the harder you get flashed on | |
| There' s hunger in the street that is hard to defeat | |
| Many steal for sport, but more steal to eat | |
| Cat' s heavy at the weighin, and he' s playin' for keeps | |
| Don' t sleep, they' ll roll up in your passengers seat | |
| There is universal law, whether rich or poor | |
| Some say life' s a game, to more, life is war | |
| So put them egos to the side and get off them headtrips | |
| ' fore some cats pull out them heaters and make you headless... | |
| Don' t get mad | |
| Don' t get mad | |
| Don' t gggggget mad repeat 3x |
| zuò cí : Muhammed, Smith | |
| Some cats really like to, you know... | |
| Profile and front. | |
| And then the jooks go down, all at once they like... | |
| Don' t get mad | |
| Don' t get mad | |
| Don' t gggggget mad repeat 3x | |
| You' re out on the block hustling at the spot... | |
| Got, this is how you get got... | |
| At the gamblin' spot and your hand is mad hot... | |
| Got, this is how you get got... | |
| Out in brooklyn late night flashing all of your rocks... | |
| Got, this is how you get got... | |
| Some girl from pink house said " i like you alot"... | |
| Got, this is how you get got... | |
| This one goes to all them big will cats | |
| With ice on they limbs and big rims on they ac | |
| You goin' around town with your system bump | |
| And your windows cracked low to profile and front | |
| Now i like to have nice things just like you | |
| But i' m from brooklyn, certain shit you just don' t do | |
| Like, high postin' when you far from home | |
| Or like, high postin' when you all alone | |
| Now, this would seem to be clear common sense | |
| But, cats be livin' off, sheer confidence | |
| Like " fuck that, picture them tellin' me run that" | |
| But acting invincible, just ain' t sensible | |
| It' s nineteen ninetynow, and there' s certain individuals | |
| Swear they rollin' hard and get robbed on principle | |
| 5 star general, flashin' on your revenue | |
| You takin' a ride on the downstate medical, like whooooooo | |
| Colorful sparks, yellow and blue | |
| A fool on attack and it' s happening to you | |
| Wit' nothing you can do but bust back and cop a plea | |
| But five of them and one of you, that equals got to me... | |
| Don' t get mad | |
| Don' t get mad | |
| Don' t gggggget mad repeat 3x | |
| Come on ya' ll now, let' s be real | |
| Some jokers got a rough time keepin' it concealed | |
| I wonder what it mean, it' s probably selfesteem | |
| They fiending to be seen, get hymned like aberdeen | |
| Cats think it can' t happen until the gats start clappin' | |
| They comin' down the wire spittin' fire like a dragon | |
| ' cause while the goods glisten, certain eyes take position | |
| To observe your trick, and then catch that ass slippin' | |
| Like, come on now ock, what you expect? | |
| Got a month' s paycheck danglin' off your neck | |
| And while you cristal sippin', they rubbin' up they mittens | |
| With heat in mint condition to start the gettigettin' | |
| They clique starts creepin' like sandinistin guerrillas | |
| You screamin' playa haters, these niggas is playa killers | |
| Mr. fashion, that style never last long | |
| The harder you flash, the harder you get flashed on | |
| There' s hunger in the street that is hard to defeat | |
| Many steal for sport, but more steal to eat | |
| Cat' s heavy at the weighin, and he' s playin' for keeps | |
| Don' t sleep, they' ll roll up in your passengers seat | |
| There is universal law, whether rich or poor | |
| Some say life' s a game, to more, life is war | |
| So put them egos to the side and get off them headtrips | |
| ' fore some cats pull out them heaters and make you headless... | |
| Don' t get mad | |
| Don' t get mad | |
| Don' t gggggget mad repeat 3x |
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