| Song | Brakes |
| Artist | De La Soul |
| Album | Stakes Is High |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hodby R., Jimenez, L., Mason ... | |
| There's a lot of people out here | |
| Who just don't know | |
| What plays a factor | |
| In movin' heads and toes | |
| It be them hits | |
| Hangin' out of them stereo kits | |
| Whether cassette radio or cd bits | |
| Mix tapes from the best | |
| Going on and on | |
| Throughout the city grounds | |
| To suburban lawns | |
| Man, we don't play | |
| Even where we stay | |
| Videos shows the visuals | |
| Of jams today | |
| Coinciding with the rhythm | |
| Of the heart and neck | |
| The brakes got you | |
| In your proper context | |
| You let your lex or your | |
| Sixty-four suspension | |
| Bounce away all your tension | |
| En route to the club | |
| Where girls need the quenchin' | |
| Diamonds on your wrist | |
| Sunroof top | |
| But niggas out front | |
| Makin' guns go pop | |
| So the spot gets shut | |
| But on to the next | |
| 'cause your ears get vexed | |
| When they don't get the fix cause | |
| [these are the brakes] | |
| It be your listenin pleasure | |
| While you're doin your chores | |
| [these are the brakes] | |
| No matter where you from | |
| It's for you and yours | |
| [these are the brakes] | |
| Bringing it back to the brakes | |
| Like the 'yes yes y'all' | |
| [these are the brakes] | |
| So let it be your anthem | |
| When you're havin' a ball | |
| Well it's silly of me | |
| To think that i | |
| Would never get a chance to see | |
| A piece of this pie | |
| I sat dead in front of speakers | |
| Thinkin' that could be me | |
| Anticipatin' open microphones | |
| So i could emcee | |
| Had a catalogue of raps | |
| Impressin' all the 'round-the-wayers | |
| Before i went to bed | |
| Included rhymes into my prayers | |
| But that rhyme is all on paper | |
| I want my song on vinyl plates | |
| I dreamin' hits and doin' shows | |
| Makin my niggas spines shake | |
| Expectin' nuttin but a little bit | |
| Of radio play | |
| Gettin diced on 1 and 2's | |
| By the best djs, hey | |
| Time was kinda tight | |
| But still i dotted on the line | |
| And some expected me | |
| To start buhlooning in the mind | |
| Seein' spaces and places | |
| That i couldn't pronounce | |
| But still i had the pulleys | |
| To make all the bullies bounce | |
| With the blessings of the great | |
| We took it from state to state | |
| 'cause we landed on the good foot | |
| And got our biggest brake cause | |
| [these are the brakes] | |
| A mother gets mugged | |
| By her crackhead son | |
| "that's the brakes, that's the brakes" | |
| You're in the wrong part of town | |
| So the shots make you run | |
| "that's the brakes, that's the brakes" | |
| Your best comrades put six tabs | |
| In your o.e. | |
| "that's the brakes, that's the brakes" | |
| Your boyfriend made you a carrier of hiv | |
| "that's the brakes, that's the brakes" | |
| Now what's gonna happen | |
| When the sun don't shine | |
| I'm buyin tickets aboard | |
| The caravan of love | |
| Hey fellas | |
| See, money don't make shots repel | |
| I break woes and compose | |
| Some rhymes to tell | |
| So when the party's live | |
| It shouldn't be beef | |
| Or playin' indian roles | |
| I guess you thought you was chief | |
| Seems all broke up | |
| And now you woke up surprised | |
| Situation's gettin sticky | |
| Dead in front of your eyes | |
| We play the wall | |
| Similar to tacks | |
| Until the dj plays | |
| The necessary track | |
| In fact as the jam plays on | |
| Out comes all your bread | |
| To pay for drinks | |
| For them girls you want to spread | |
| Don't be mislead | |
| When the brakes inside your head | |
| And have you reminiscing | |
| On them kids who got you fed | |
| Until reality reveals a miss | |
| Who wants to know | |
| If you can play her real close | |
| Out on the dance floor 'cause | |
| [these are the brakes] | |
| It be your listenin pleasure | |
| While you're doin your chores | |
| [these are the brakes] | |
| No matter where you from | |
| It's for you and yours | |
| [these are the brakes] | |
| Ringin it back to the brakes | |
| Like the 'yes yes y'all' | |
| [these are the brakes] | |
| So let it be your anthem | |
| When you're havin, a ball |
| zuo ci : Hodby R., Jimenez, L., Mason ... | |
| There' s a lot of people out here | |
| Who just don' t know | |
| What plays a factor | |
| In movin' heads and toes | |
| It be them hits | |
| Hangin' out of them stereo kits | |
| Whether cassette radio or cd bits | |
| Mix tapes from the best | |
| Going on and on | |
| Throughout the city grounds | |
| To suburban lawns | |
| Man, we don' t play | |
| Even where we stay | |
| Videos shows the visuals | |
| Of jams today | |
| Coinciding with the rhythm | |
| Of the heart and neck | |
| The brakes got you | |
| In your proper context | |
| You let your lex or your | |
| Sixtyfour suspension | |
| Bounce away all your tension | |
| En route to the club | |
| Where girls need the quenchin' | |
| Diamonds on your wrist | |
| Sunroof top | |
| But niggas out front | |
| Makin' guns go pop | |
| So the spot gets shut | |
| But on to the next | |
| ' cause your ears get vexed | |
| When they don' t get the fix cause | |
| these are the brakes | |
| It be your listenin pleasure | |
| While you' re doin your chores | |
| these are the brakes | |
| No matter where you from | |
| It' s for you and yours | |
| these are the brakes | |
| Bringing it back to the brakes | |
| Like the ' yes yes y' all' | |
| these are the brakes | |
| So let it be your anthem | |
| When you' re havin' a ball | |
| Well it' s silly of me | |
| To think that i | |
| Would never get a chance to see | |
| A piece of this pie | |
| I sat dead in front of speakers | |
| Thinkin' that could be me | |
| Anticipatin' open microphones | |
| So i could emcee | |
| Had a catalogue of raps | |
| Impressin' all the ' roundthewayers | |
| Before i went to bed | |
| Included rhymes into my prayers | |
| But that rhyme is all on paper | |
| I want my song on vinyl plates | |
| I dreamin' hits and doin' shows | |
| Makin my niggas spines shake | |
| Expectin' nuttin but a little bit | |
| Of radio play | |
| Gettin diced on 1 and 2' s | |
| By the best djs, hey | |
| Time was kinda tight | |
| But still i dotted on the line | |
| And some expected me | |
| To start buhlooning in the mind | |
| Seein' spaces and places | |
| That i couldn' t pronounce | |
| But still i had the pulleys | |
| To make all the bullies bounce | |
| With the blessings of the great | |
| We took it from state to state | |
| ' cause we landed on the good foot | |
| And got our biggest brake cause | |
| these are the brakes | |
| A mother gets mugged | |
| By her crackhead son | |
| " that' s the brakes, that' s the brakes" | |
| You' re in the wrong part of town | |
| So the shots make you run | |
| " that' s the brakes, that' s the brakes" | |
| Your best comrades put six tabs | |
| In your o. e. | |
| " that' s the brakes, that' s the brakes" | |
| Your boyfriend made you a carrier of hiv | |
| " that' s the brakes, that' s the brakes" | |
| Now what' s gonna happen | |
| When the sun don' t shine | |
| I' m buyin tickets aboard | |
| The caravan of love | |
| Hey fellas | |
| See, money don' t make shots repel | |
| I break woes and compose | |
| Some rhymes to tell | |
| So when the party' s live | |
| It shouldn' t be beef | |
| Or playin' indian roles | |
| I guess you thought you was chief | |
| Seems all broke up | |
| And now you woke up surprised | |
| Situation' s gettin sticky | |
| Dead in front of your eyes | |
| We play the wall | |
| Similar to tacks | |
| Until the dj plays | |
| The necessary track | |
| In fact as the jam plays on | |
| Out comes all your bread | |
| To pay for drinks | |
| For them girls you want to spread | |
| Don' t be mislead | |
| When the brakes inside your head | |
| And have you reminiscing | |
| On them kids who got you fed | |
| Until reality reveals a miss | |
| Who wants to know | |
| If you can play her real close | |
| Out on the dance floor ' cause | |
| these are the brakes | |
| It be your listenin pleasure | |
| While you' re doin your chores | |
| these are the brakes | |
| No matter where you from | |
| It' s for you and yours | |
| these are the brakes | |
| Ringin it back to the brakes | |
| Like the ' yes yes y' all' | |
| these are the brakes | |
| So let it be your anthem | |
| When you' re havin, a ball |
| zuò cí : Hodby R., Jimenez, L., Mason ... | |
| There' s a lot of people out here | |
| Who just don' t know | |
| What plays a factor | |
| In movin' heads and toes | |
| It be them hits | |
| Hangin' out of them stereo kits | |
| Whether cassette radio or cd bits | |
| Mix tapes from the best | |
| Going on and on | |
| Throughout the city grounds | |
| To suburban lawns | |
| Man, we don' t play | |
| Even where we stay | |
| Videos shows the visuals | |
| Of jams today | |
| Coinciding with the rhythm | |
| Of the heart and neck | |
| The brakes got you | |
| In your proper context | |
| You let your lex or your | |
| Sixtyfour suspension | |
| Bounce away all your tension | |
| En route to the club | |
| Where girls need the quenchin' | |
| Diamonds on your wrist | |
| Sunroof top | |
| But niggas out front | |
| Makin' guns go pop | |
| So the spot gets shut | |
| But on to the next | |
| ' cause your ears get vexed | |
| When they don' t get the fix cause | |
| these are the brakes | |
| It be your listenin pleasure | |
| While you' re doin your chores | |
| these are the brakes | |
| No matter where you from | |
| It' s for you and yours | |
| these are the brakes | |
| Bringing it back to the brakes | |
| Like the ' yes yes y' all' | |
| these are the brakes | |
| So let it be your anthem | |
| When you' re havin' a ball | |
| Well it' s silly of me | |
| To think that i | |
| Would never get a chance to see | |
| A piece of this pie | |
| I sat dead in front of speakers | |
| Thinkin' that could be me | |
| Anticipatin' open microphones | |
| So i could emcee | |
| Had a catalogue of raps | |
| Impressin' all the ' roundthewayers | |
| Before i went to bed | |
| Included rhymes into my prayers | |
| But that rhyme is all on paper | |
| I want my song on vinyl plates | |
| I dreamin' hits and doin' shows | |
| Makin my niggas spines shake | |
| Expectin' nuttin but a little bit | |
| Of radio play | |
| Gettin diced on 1 and 2' s | |
| By the best djs, hey | |
| Time was kinda tight | |
| But still i dotted on the line | |
| And some expected me | |
| To start buhlooning in the mind | |
| Seein' spaces and places | |
| That i couldn' t pronounce | |
| But still i had the pulleys | |
| To make all the bullies bounce | |
| With the blessings of the great | |
| We took it from state to state | |
| ' cause we landed on the good foot | |
| And got our biggest brake cause | |
| these are the brakes | |
| A mother gets mugged | |
| By her crackhead son | |
| " that' s the brakes, that' s the brakes" | |
| You' re in the wrong part of town | |
| So the shots make you run | |
| " that' s the brakes, that' s the brakes" | |
| Your best comrades put six tabs | |
| In your o. e. | |
| " that' s the brakes, that' s the brakes" | |
| Your boyfriend made you a carrier of hiv | |
| " that' s the brakes, that' s the brakes" | |
| Now what' s gonna happen | |
| When the sun don' t shine | |
| I' m buyin tickets aboard | |
| The caravan of love | |
| Hey fellas | |
| See, money don' t make shots repel | |
| I break woes and compose | |
| Some rhymes to tell | |
| So when the party' s live | |
| It shouldn' t be beef | |
| Or playin' indian roles | |
| I guess you thought you was chief | |
| Seems all broke up | |
| And now you woke up surprised | |
| Situation' s gettin sticky | |
| Dead in front of your eyes | |
| We play the wall | |
| Similar to tacks | |
| Until the dj plays | |
| The necessary track | |
| In fact as the jam plays on | |
| Out comes all your bread | |
| To pay for drinks | |
| For them girls you want to spread | |
| Don' t be mislead | |
| When the brakes inside your head | |
| And have you reminiscing | |
| On them kids who got you fed | |
| Until reality reveals a miss | |
| Who wants to know | |
| If you can play her real close | |
| Out on the dance floor ' cause | |
| these are the brakes | |
| It be your listenin pleasure | |
| While you' re doin your chores | |
| these are the brakes | |
| No matter where you from | |
| It' s for you and yours | |
| these are the brakes | |
| Ringin it back to the brakes | |
| Like the ' yes yes y' all' | |
| these are the brakes | |
| So let it be your anthem | |
| When you' re havin, a ball |