Tytuł: Run Nigga

• Wykonawca: Trick Daddy
• Wyświetleń: 253

(I thought all our problems were over)
  
  Westcoast, we're not suppose to know better
  I suppose we just suppose to let this shit happen, huh?
  You mother fuckers done lost y'all mind
  Y'all done bumped y'all mother fuckin head
  Now there's got to be somethin done bout all this shit that's occurrin
  I don't like it
  I don't like it one mother fuckin bit
  
  [Trick Daddy:]
  
  Free me
  I've been captured by some demons
  They drainin my blood
  Taken samples of my semen
  Got the nerve to call me crazy
  Tappin all my telephones
  Questioning my lady's
  But I trained them every summer
  Hope to ball and never fumble
  Survive in the jungle
  It stinks like Stevie Wonder
  Rainy days, I'll be the thunder
  No carma and no drama
  So I gots to ask my mama
  Yo, why Kenny left me starvin
  Didn't daddy do his part?
  She explained she had a heart
  She did all that she could do; She kept her faith in god
  (Its Hard)
  
  [Courus: x2]
  
  You better run nigga
  Do ya thang nigga
  Get off a chain nigga
  Cause you's a free nigga
  Run nigga
  Thang nigga
  Chain nigga
  (What)
  
  I'm holding in my hand an original copy of the emancipation proclamation
  Much to my dismay I noticed that Lincoln forgot to sign it
  And that means technically I'm still a slave and you're still a slave owner
  
  [Tre+6 :]
  
  I rest around the roudy bout it g niggas
  And niggas who wanna be known as thugs
  Livin the life because they wanna boom in money and drugs
  But ain't no love when they spray
  Pray for them everyday
  Cause they kill ya dead and take ya bread if you play with they late
  To my dismay my niggas ain't no thugs
  They some slaves tryin to runaway to a better day
  And anything in they way, they gonna crush it
  But if ain't about that flow then don't discuss it
  Plopin and pumpin we off the chain and disgusted
  Willin to die for anything, and that's official
  Without or with you, pistol be government issued
  With the scrached off word so the Tre would be observed
  We serve, L-Ron fuckin with nerve
  
  [Funk Boogie:]
  
  See no like myself
  See I hear no, speak no, see no evil
  Except for them demons that be by lookin like everyday people
  Tryin to get up in my mindframe, stop me from doing my thang
  See if I was a killa, y'all would hear my nine milli {WHAT} bang
  But na that never was my skillo, Funk Boogie mostly just be like chillen
  Dealin wit these crooked villains, standin ready like Freddie
  Tryin to whoop a nigga for somethin
  That's why I'm on the rock so for sure they gets nothin
  Except a nigga asscrack, kiss it, runaway slave, that's the click
  We set you free nigga, break yourself from the clinch
  
  [Courus: x 2]
  
  [Tre+6 :]
  
  Samba bring dead ain't got shit to live for
  Talkin bout you real how you killed so
  Scared to death, shakin like a dildo
  Find something to live for
  It's sad to see you with that slave mentality
  Let me set you free, come follow my cracks ain't no lookin back
  Better run like hell, for sure you'll end up dead, don't bump your head
  Man I'm bout to make right for you and me
  To my ghetto children, Be Free
  See how life's suppose to be
  
  Run nigga
  What
  Thang nigga
  What
  Chain nigga
  What
  
  (It's over)
  Run nigga
  What (it's over)
  Thang nigga
  What (it's over)
  Chain nigga
  What (it's over)
  (Nigga we runaway slaves)
  (Nigga we runaway slaves and we ain't going back)