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  • Текст песни Afroman - Let Me Out

    Исполнитель: Afroman
    Название песни: Let Me Out
    Дата добавления: 09.06.2020 | 09:22:04
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    Здесь расположен текст песни Afroman - Let Me Out, перевод и видео.

    Кто круче?

    или
    I dont wanna sell yay
    Get my door kicked in by the kkk
    Shoulda said the police
    Lookin for the quarter piece inside my caprice

    From the tracks of the ghetto
    I try to escape
    Ya caught my music
    On a CD or rap tape
    I make it then take it
    To the mom and papa store
    For a proper cash flo'
    From the mom and papa store

    Dont want no more rappers on consignment
    Find another alignment
    Come back another climate
    People don't even know who you is
    You need a name in the music biz

    Your album, for one, has no promotion
    Your elbows and kneecaps have no lotion
    Your ashy, your music is trashy
    Outkast, inside they class me
    Out the door is where they catch me
    (WHERE?)
    Straight into the street
    (WHERE YOU GOIN?)
    Now im on my way to swap meet
    (SAY WHAT?)
    Tryn to make a mil without a record deal
    Selling tapes off the back of my Coupe de ville (Bucka!)

    Hustlin on the street is hard
    In a fight with the white security guard
    Talkin bout ‘no solicitin, no publicitin'
    I try to talk to him but nope he not listenin
    Punk ass, flunk ass, can't slam dunk ass
    Skunk ass, monk ass, sufferin suckatash!
    Now i'm seein a black guard workin for a Korean
    Tellin me i can't be in the places that i be in
    You can spend your money here
    You can't make no money here
    You better get outta here ya here here
    Did i make myself clear?
    I go and drink a beer
    Til im pissy in my belly
    Big as missy elliot (EEEEEE!)

    I'm so depressed plus overstressed
    Wanna rap so hard im obsessed
    Sometimes i wanna cock my heat
    Make them punks play my song on the beat (BUCKA!!!!)

    Let me out, let me out
    Let me show the whole world what im all about
    Let me out, let me out
    Let me rap til the party people scream n shout
    Let me out, let me out
    Let me show the whole world the best of me
    Let me out, let me out
    Let me take contol of my destiny

    Depressed, determined
    Smokin, shermann
    Black, german
    Monster, herman
    Sellin, crack
    Money, stacked
    Down for a murder, black
    Like roberta flack
    Get dressed up, get my tapes pressed up
    'cause the music industry is messed up, baby!
    I throw a pity party as i sip bacardi
    Sell on! rap tapes, i dont need nobody
    Ima beethoven givin, colt 45 sippin
    Its the year 2000 and my gerri curl still drippin
    It might sound strange in my rhyme
    But im from the west coast
    I can't change with the hands of time
    What i am is what i am
    If you dont like what i am i dont give a damn
    Black pecker's my title, john king is my idol
    Im havin thoughts thats suicidal, young rival
    I dont care about fashion, just cadillac mashin
    Bags to put my grass in, bank to put my cash in
    I dont wear FUBU like you do 'cause FUBU is booboo
    I pull my gat and make you shit boo boo sit
    You talk too much shit, thats why you got hit
    Walkin home with your gums split
    While i sit, sell yay, eryday (BUCKA!)
    Bumpin N.W.A. (BUCK-BUCKA-BUCKA!)
    Cruisin down the street in my 6 A---FRO
    Punk niggas get GA-FFO, bitch
    I wanna kill every cop I meet
    I wanna burn down this house that swapped me
    Im talkin smack but you ain't hearin
    Get your gat, i gotta start racketeerin, plus clearin
    All the koreans and all the europeans
    The ones makin money off of black human beings
    OH! give it up, give it up
    Its time for the black folks to live it up
    A-ya-hey! burn it down, burn it down
    Run the white cops outta town, motherf**ker
    So tell andy griffith that his punk ass b
    Runs from the black vigilante
    It can't be
    A dictatorship, ran by the klu klux klan
    Feel the wrath of the afroman

    Let me out, let me out
    Let me show these motherf**kers what im all about
    Let me out, let me out
    F**k the sheriff in the ass til he scream and shout
    Let me out, let me out
    Let me show the whole world the best of me
    Let me out, let me out
    Let me take control of my destiny

    I CAN DO IT, I CAN MAKE IT
    If you dont give it to me baby, ima take it
    F**k the music industry, f**k the music biz
    I make my own rap tape and tell it like it is
    Revolution, revolution
    Revolution - thats the solution
    I made the rap tape, i made the CD
    F**k the corporate world, GIVE THE MONEY TO ME!
    BITCH!

    Ladadadadadadadadada
    Nobody understand the Afroman
    Ladadadadadadadadada
    F**k the police and the ku klux klan
    Ladadadadadadadadada
    Ima hungry hustla, east side young busta
    Революция - вот решение
    Я сделал рэп кассету, я сделал компакт-диск
    F ** K корпоративный мир, дай мне деньги!
    СУКА!

    Ladadadadadadadadada
    Никто не понимает афромана
    Ladadadadadadadadada
    F ** K полиция и Ку-клукс-клан
    Ladadadadadadadadada
    Има голодная хастла, восточная сторона молодой бусты

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