MC Ren - Bring It On скачать mp3

риал хип-хап! [Intro: Dr. Khalid Muhammad talking] "Welcome to America" Good evening, this is the truth hour And don't you touch that dial You stay tuned in, to the truth hour I didn't come to lighten up, I came to tighten up [Crowd goin' nuts] [Verse 1: MC Ren] Niggaz, here I come, black nigga, the gorilla Bustin' shit, who is it, it's the bitch made nigga killa I control the streets, shit is all underground Niggaz gotta step the fuck back when I come around Nigga, fuck the police, the white one, the black one The Mexican, the Japanese can all suck deez Cause how in the fuck can you serve this government That be plottin' to kill niggaz, they want to steel niggaz Here we are today, 30, 40 million strong Handkerchief-headed niggaz sayin' ain't shit wrong Niggaz don't give a fuck about your three strikes That's why I give you hell when I'm bustin' on the mic I got niggaz in the cut of the ninety-one Niggaz in the streets sellin' heaters, I'm a find me one And off them devils off from the shack, Ugh "yeah, ugh, yeah" Fools goin' crazy cause that nigga 'Ren is back... [Verse 2: Cold 187um] What's up, dog, it's on once again, let them fools know When we comin' through we straight givin' you the voo doo Keep it real if you like it or you don't Workin' hard like bugs, straight have know what the fuck we want I bought a house in the suburbs Next to the homie Wade, I made a killin' off them birds White folks straight mad as fuck Because I'm rollin' in a Benz and a 30, 000 Dollar truck Yo, I takes mine, yo, when I shakes mine On the real, the government labels me a flatline And Uncle Sam gives a fuck about me That's why I'm sittin' in this phase on a ratin' LP Yo, he more wicked then a horror flick Think you won't, high powered mandate to 5 Dollar bitch Yo, they say America the land of the free But the first thing I've seen was slavery, fool... [Chorus: Cold 187um] So is you scared of me 439 years of slavery (Slavery) And we still ain't free But we s'posed to act like we livin' in harmony "Bring it on" (Bring it on, you've got to bring it on) [Verse 3: Triggerman] I pledge allegi' to the flag when I'm rollin' down the block In my ride, but it's... it's your rag "never" Yeah, I stick hand tight I drop a kite to my nigga in the pen doin' ten I put a nigga in a cage, but I'm never on his back While Uncle Sam straight stack I wish they let them die like a pigeon in the wind But every nigga in the pen' alive With one point to get every three sixty five Say you gotta keep up, if you on the main line You gotta hurt some. while you in the chow-line "yeah" So if you wanna survive don't let them eyes sleep Even when you hustle on the streets... [Bell rang] [Verse 4: Km.G] Yeah, break myself never However, I'm in this so scrilla The Clinic gang runnin' thangs up, so I smell trouble Gatherin' up at the shack, cause Ren's got my back 187's got a sack and I got a sack So bring it on, we get the whole country high Above The Law the crooked letter, a year supply Then they get upset, cause we set up shop, in they hoods And start slangin' them no goods We should go uptown, and poison the suburbs Have all them white fellas straight going to the curb Instead they slide down to our block (Just to get a bit of that Peruvian rock) Ain't no gun factories in Gardena Ain't no poppy fields poppin' out in Pomona "yeah, ugh" I bought my steel from a white man, my works from a SA And my interiors be lookin' hittin' corners, Huh... [Chorus: Cold 187um w\variations] So is you scared