- Public Enemy Super Agent 歌詞
- Public Enemy
- 作詞:
Sold black gold one strong buck
To the Milwaukee bucks for a million bucks
Just get em off the street so he dont get bucked
Super agent to the rescue so he wont get fucked
Run nigger run to the auction block
But you cant pledge alliegance to the block
This buck right here the right kind a stock
For sale, for passin, the right kind a rock
Auctioneer stern to massa falk
Can a nigga go home where he used to walk
Come back but super agent said, 'You cant talk'
I didnt know basketball had a balk
The buck run laps while they run craniums
Players be drainin em, owners be claimin em
Super agents framin em and then nicknamin em
Framin their ass to be packin them stadiums
Super agent, where are you now
Super agent, where are you now
Super agent, where are you now
Super agent, where are you now
The players ear word for word verbatim
Super agent got em locked coaches be hatin em
Super agent wouldnt even come in my hood
If I had no skills was wack and no good
In my neck of the woods the leagues concrete
And one can only dream about wood
Yeah deal the grade let the bills get paid
Pay respect to the projects and the half court rejects
Scholarship save that college shit
Them championships dont pay for the head trips
Can I get a chance if I dont sing or dance
Write about romance or wear short pants
So I rave and rant you cant say I cant
Get my grants col chillin in a B boy stance
Super agent, where are you now
Super agent, where are you now
Super agent, where are you now
Super agent, where are you now
Fuck that trophy find the loot and approach me
Land of milk and honey can I get a quickness to the money
Or a witness no jizzle four years I aint wit this
Hell with the N C A A cuz my super agents paid
With his dollars I can buy a fuckin college
Miss the rah rah campuses and keep the school buses
Lookin whos lovin ya goin for the jugular
They know they cant contain me on the regular
Pimps, pushers the pocketbook guzzler
Would you pardon my father, Mr. Governor
Thought he had it made dreamin about a trade
The thanks we get put the roof on this bitch
Dark side of the room when he jumped the broom
Super agent got this player nine figure wages
Back of sports pages off ghetto stages
Shootin sleepin pills and runnin to the hills
Super agent, where are you now
Super agent, where are you now
Super agent, where are you now
Super agent, where are you now
Super agent, where are you now
Super agent, where are you now
Super agent, where are you now
Super agent, where are you now
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