- All We Got Left Is The Beat 歌詞 LL Cool J
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- LL Cool J
- Ey, ey, check it out homie
Man, you need to get up out of this spot man
And get a job man before you get smoked man
I know you dont wanna hear it man
But, man, wait, hold up loc youve got company man
Wheres my guns?
When Im ridin on the street
I hear gunshots, rare shots
Swear crack niggas cause theyre moms missed flips
So black man really care about politics
In the ninetys, our governments so slick
I watch CN
N sometimes and
I realizeTheyre playin tricks on my mind
They want a man to work with his hands
Too young to die, and they dont give a damn
Rare-momma got down on her knees
But not no more, god damn it,
I make cheese
Im on the move and
Ima show and prove
You might cry to my political groove
Rest in peace, sauce brothers underneath
I love you to death while my beats like a reef
In the middle of the night on the city streets
The only thing we got left is the beat
All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh
Who brings guns into the
USA?And then makes sure that they come around the way
Gain the points until the whole race traps
And teach up my woman that she should call up the cops
The projects are hell, wait a, minute
Theres nothin we do but ride on top of an elevator
Say the clubs,
I cant get a job
Mouth to feed, somebodys gettin robbed
I aint worked, but
I aint workin for crumbs
You ever seen a man-shelter?
Check out the bombs
Brother of pain, their whole lives are over
They spent every dime tryin not to be sober
And all the ladies got bags of clothes
Theyll be your long lost momma, one never knows
The streets are like a nightmare
While the presidents secretary is chillin in his leather chair
All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, the beat , yo
All we got left is the beat, uh
Lemon to a lime, lime to a lemon
When you need a toga-black, hire black linen
Your rippers man applause when he cant get a job
He gets up all of his family and feels like a slob
The black women dont understand
Cause they dont realize what it is to be a black man
In the mornin a brother feels like a jerk
Seein black women and white men go to work
So all women fear, the brothers aint real
Cause they wont give us no jobs, thats the real deal
Hold my hand while
I get it all together
They dont deserve me at times of bad weather
Cause Ima make it out the concrete walls
And theres another way besides basketball
Let me go, let me do what
I doIm red, black and green, then red, white and blue
All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me
Ridin in the street you can feel the city heat
A little bit of grass and a whole lot of concrete
Creepin Im standin on the corner
And you can get robbed if you wanna
Paybacks a mother on the street
Youre seein gold teeth, ya hearin funky beats
Brothers ride by real slow
You get leary when they got tinted windows
Sittin on the steps with a blunt
Im drinkin valentine,
I wasnt raised up front
My aunt Ellie always talked about
GodTell me you never cried cause its so hard
Government got a hell of a plan
But word is born they aint destroyin this black man
All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me
All we got left is the beat , is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh , give it to me
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