Not When You Get Down Lyrics
| Song | Not When You Get Down |
| Artist | Aceyalone |
| Album | Hip Hop and the World We Live In |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Aceyalone | |
| A tall, handsome, chocolate syrup colored kidin a fresh boxcut hairstyle. | |
| Quiet manner was more in tune with his, well-heeled patronsthan with his hip-hopping friends." | |
| Who hooked you up man? | |
| Yo' momma?!"[Aceyalone] | |
| I wrote a poem the other day | |
| I hope you like it[Chorus] | |
| Roses are red, and violets are blue | |
| Sugar is sweet love, but not as sweet as you | |
| Boogers are green, and doo-doo is brown | |
| Life is uphill but, not when you get down | |
| I said roses are red, and violets are blue | |
| Sugar is sweet love, but not as sweet as you | |
| Boogers are green, and doo-doo is brown | |
| Life is uphill but, not when you get down[Aceyalone] | |
| Sticks and stones, flesh and bones+ | |
| Organic Electricity+ chromosomes | |
| I'm home alone, but not by choice | |
| I pick up the phone and | |
| I hear a strange voice | |
| Hocus pocus, boogedy boo | |
| Abra-cadabra, what's a nigga to do? | |
| Back and forth, and open and closed | |
| And if you can't see through it then poke you some holes | |
| It's like glass and dirt, water and sand | |
| Things tend to burn the hotter the pan | |
| Left and right, and right and wrong | |
| Wrong and guilty, convicted and hung | |
| Young and old, and old and new | |
| Knew and never knew and tellin the truth | |
| It's like black and blue, and battered and bruised | |
| And if you get away from this one then, that'll be news | |
| I said[Chorus][Aceyalone] | |
| Jack and Jill, and + | |
| Jill+ and + | |
| Scott+Scotch and soda, a twisted plot | |
| Bums and cops, covers and quilts | |
| Pillows and blankets, cottons and silks | |
| Mind so heavy hope the bed don't tilt | |
| Cuts and welts, and screams for help | |
| Eat and sleep, shit shower and shave | |
| Work and play, cradle to the grave | |
| It's all for nothin, or nothin at all | |
| It's all for one, and one for all | |
| You better look up at me like | |
| I'm ten feet tall | |
| Cause you're lookin down at me like | |
| I'm two feet small | |
| Hopes and wishes, wishes and dreams | |
| It's ugly and dirty, | |
| I wish it was clean | |
| Win or lose, smoke or booze | |
| And if you get away from this one then, that'll be news | |
| I mean[Chorus][Aceyalone] | |
| Ready or not, sweaty and hot | |
| Tired and hungry but haven't forgot | |
| Guns and shots, runs and drops | |
| Or buried alive under tons of rocks | |
| A beautiful day, a wonderful night | |
| A suitable pasttime just rockin the mic | |
| A day in the life, a life in a day | |
| You know when they comin so you might get away | |
| Space and time, nickels and dimes | |
| Bass and rhyme that tickle your spine | |
| A brand new mind, a fresh design | |
| One of a kind, seek and you find | |
| Homies and crews, weapons and tools | |
| Lovers and haters and teachers and fools | |
| Just try walkin one day in my socks and shoes | |
| And if you get away from this one then, that'll be news | |
| It's like[Chorus] |
| zuo ci : Aceyalone | |
| A tall, handsome, chocolate syrup colored kidin a fresh boxcut hairstyle. | |
| Quiet manner was more in tune with his, wellheeled patronsthan with his hiphopping friends." | |
| Who hooked you up man? | |
| Yo' momma?!" Aceyalone | |
| I wrote a poem the other day | |
| I hope you like it Chorus | |
| Roses are red, and violets are blue | |
| Sugar is sweet love, but not as sweet as you | |
| Boogers are green, and doodoo is brown | |
| Life is uphill but, not when you get down | |
| I said roses are red, and violets are blue | |
| Sugar is sweet love, but not as sweet as you | |
| Boogers are green, and doodoo is brown | |
| Life is uphill but, not when you get down Aceyalone | |
| Sticks and stones, flesh and bones | |
| Organic Electricity chromosomes | |
| I' m home alone, but not by choice | |
| I pick up the phone and | |
| I hear a strange voice | |
| Hocus pocus, boogedy boo | |
| Abracadabra, what' s a nigga to do? | |
| Back and forth, and open and closed | |
| And if you can' t see through it then poke you some holes | |
| It' s like glass and dirt, water and sand | |
| Things tend to burn the hotter the pan | |
| Left and right, and right and wrong | |
| Wrong and guilty, convicted and hung | |
| Young and old, and old and new | |
| Knew and never knew and tellin the truth | |
| It' s like black and blue, and battered and bruised | |
| And if you get away from this one then, that' ll be news | |
| I said Chorus Aceyalone | |
| Jack and Jill, and | |
| Jill and | |
| Scott Scotch and soda, a twisted plot | |
| Bums and cops, covers and quilts | |
| Pillows and blankets, cottons and silks | |
| Mind so heavy hope the bed don' t tilt | |
| Cuts and welts, and screams for help | |
| Eat and sleep, shit shower and shave | |
| Work and play, cradle to the grave | |
| It' s all for nothin, or nothin at all | |
| It' s all for one, and one for all | |
| You better look up at me like | |
| I' m ten feet tall | |
| Cause you' re lookin down at me like | |
| I' m two feet small | |
| Hopes and wishes, wishes and dreams | |
| It' s ugly and dirty, | |
| I wish it was clean | |
| Win or lose, smoke or booze | |
| And if you get away from this one then, that' ll be news | |
| I mean Chorus Aceyalone | |
| Ready or not, sweaty and hot | |
| Tired and hungry but haven' t forgot | |
| Guns and shots, runs and drops | |
| Or buried alive under tons of rocks | |
| A beautiful day, a wonderful night | |
| A suitable pasttime just rockin the mic | |
| A day in the life, a life in a day | |
| You know when they comin so you might get away | |
| Space and time, nickels and dimes | |
| Bass and rhyme that tickle your spine | |
| A brand new mind, a fresh design | |
| One of a kind, seek and you find | |
| Homies and crews, weapons and tools | |
| Lovers and haters and teachers and fools | |
| Just try walkin one day in my socks and shoes | |
| And if you get away from this one then, that' ll be news | |
| It' s like Chorus |
| zuò cí : Aceyalone | |
| A tall, handsome, chocolate syrup colored kidin a fresh boxcut hairstyle. | |
| Quiet manner was more in tune with his, wellheeled patronsthan with his hiphopping friends." | |
| Who hooked you up man? | |
| Yo' momma?!" Aceyalone | |
| I wrote a poem the other day | |
| I hope you like it Chorus | |
| Roses are red, and violets are blue | |
| Sugar is sweet love, but not as sweet as you | |
| Boogers are green, and doodoo is brown | |
| Life is uphill but, not when you get down | |
| I said roses are red, and violets are blue | |
| Sugar is sweet love, but not as sweet as you | |
| Boogers are green, and doodoo is brown | |
| Life is uphill but, not when you get down Aceyalone | |
| Sticks and stones, flesh and bones | |
| Organic Electricity chromosomes | |
| I' m home alone, but not by choice | |
| I pick up the phone and | |
| I hear a strange voice | |
| Hocus pocus, boogedy boo | |
| Abracadabra, what' s a nigga to do? | |
| Back and forth, and open and closed | |
| And if you can' t see through it then poke you some holes | |
| It' s like glass and dirt, water and sand | |
| Things tend to burn the hotter the pan | |
| Left and right, and right and wrong | |
| Wrong and guilty, convicted and hung | |
| Young and old, and old and new | |
| Knew and never knew and tellin the truth | |
| It' s like black and blue, and battered and bruised | |
| And if you get away from this one then, that' ll be news | |
| I said Chorus Aceyalone | |
| Jack and Jill, and | |
| Jill and | |
| Scott Scotch and soda, a twisted plot | |
| Bums and cops, covers and quilts | |
| Pillows and blankets, cottons and silks | |
| Mind so heavy hope the bed don' t tilt | |
| Cuts and welts, and screams for help | |
| Eat and sleep, shit shower and shave | |
| Work and play, cradle to the grave | |
| It' s all for nothin, or nothin at all | |
| It' s all for one, and one for all | |
| You better look up at me like | |
| I' m ten feet tall | |
| Cause you' re lookin down at me like | |
| I' m two feet small | |
| Hopes and wishes, wishes and dreams | |
| It' s ugly and dirty, | |
| I wish it was clean | |
| Win or lose, smoke or booze | |
| And if you get away from this one then, that' ll be news | |
| I mean Chorus Aceyalone | |
| Ready or not, sweaty and hot | |
| Tired and hungry but haven' t forgot | |
| Guns and shots, runs and drops | |
| Or buried alive under tons of rocks | |
| A beautiful day, a wonderful night | |
| A suitable pasttime just rockin the mic | |
| A day in the life, a life in a day | |
| You know when they comin so you might get away | |
| Space and time, nickels and dimes | |
| Bass and rhyme that tickle your spine | |
| A brand new mind, a fresh design | |
| One of a kind, seek and you find | |
| Homies and crews, weapons and tools | |
| Lovers and haters and teachers and fools | |
| Just try walkin one day in my socks and shoes | |
| And if you get away from this one then, that' ll be news | |
| It' s like Chorus |
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