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Public Enemy
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sex, drugs and violence (featuring KRS-ONE)
We like those gangsta' rhymes Just make sure they don't corrupt our minds These rappers kill and thief A lot of time it's only make believe Uh, uh
Once upon a time not long ago A rapper got shot, and no one knows Who pulled the trigga on the kid who laid him in his grave And after the prayers and the street parade Shit got forgot and now he's dead And all the fans loved everything he said
So understand this you don't wanna miss
Sex, drugs and violence
We like those gangsta' rhymes
Just make sure they don't corrupt our minds
These rappers kill and thief A lot of time it's only make-believe
Ayo once upon a time in Jamaica, Queens An icon gets shot and no one knows what it means It was just another murder scene But let's get on with the bling bling Ching ching and half naked chicks that can't sing Murder weapon - never found, Police - never around The respect, the intellect and the suspect all outta town It's all outta bounds KRS, Chuck D makin' our rounds, man 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 While they takin us down, man We're takin you down, I got another new sound It's really an old sound, but you know how me and Chuck get down We got peace, love, unity, and having the fun But ya'll want sex, drugs, violence 101 Here it is... Bam Stop being a little boy with a little toy, stand up and be a man Now you see the plan, from west to east Instead of sex, drugs and violence we got love, purpose and peace We be hurtin the least, we be workin - no seats Bringing it to America like Geronimo and Cochise Get that, but make sure when you spit rap If you ain't really ready to die, yo, don't spit that! We like those gangsta' rhymes Just make sure they don't corrupt our minds These rappers kill and thief A lot of time it's only make believe Once upon a time I was on Long Island A man got shot and he wasn't smiling He was bleedin' from his guts, yo A policeman was sittin and he drove up on the spot, yo Now when the police light came on? When the man died, who was the blame on? Wasn't me - Not you I didn't kill nobody cuz my records don't do that I make records for the kids Gangsta rap flippin' people's kid's lids We like those gangsta' rhymes Just make sure they don't corrupt our minds These rappers kill and thief A lot of time it's only make believe
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