Got歌词

作词 : Muhammed, Smith
Got - Mos Def
Written by：Busta Rhymes/D. Smith
Some cats really like to you know
Profile and front
And then the jooks go down
All at once they like
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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 sh*t 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 f**k 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
5star 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
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This is so unfair
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 a**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 n**gas 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 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
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Don't get mad
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Don't get mad
Don't get mad
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