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点击复制Hell Yeah (Pimp the System) (Remix|Explicit) - Dead Prez/Jay-Z
Holton Street
Dean Street (click clack)
President (uh huh)
Nostril out (DP's)
Orange Al (RPG's)
Tee Town (Who wanna ride )
Brooklyn
Come on Come on
Sittin' in the living room on the floor
All the pain got me on some migraine sh*t
But I'm gonna maintain
Ni**a got 2 or 3 dollars to my name
And my homies in the same boat going through the same thing
Ready for a cake
Better plot for the paper
We been living in the dark since April
On the candle
Gotta get a handle
My homie got a 25 automatic added to the camper
Ni**a get the phone book look up in the yellow page
Lemme tell you how we fend to get paid
We gonna order pizza and when we see the driver
We gonna stick the 25 up in his face
Lets ride stepping outside like warriors
Head to the notorious Southside
One weapon to the four of us
Hiding in the corridor until we see the dominos car headlights
White boy in the wrong place at the right time
Soon as the car door open up he mine
We roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose
By the look on his face he probably shitted in his clothes
You know what this is
It's a stick up
Gimme the do' from your pickups
You ran into the wrong niggaz
We running down the block hot with these pizza boxes
So we split up and met back at the apartment
Hell yeah (yo ain't you hungry my ni**a )
Hell yeah (you wanna get paid my ni**a )
Hell yeah (ain't you tired of starving my ni**a )
Hell yeah (well lets ride then)
Hell yeah Hell yeah
I know a way we can get paid you can get down
But you can't be afraid
Let's go to the DMV
And get a ID
The name says you but the fates is me
Now it's your turn take my paper work
Like 1 2 3 let's make it work
Then fill out the credit card application
And it's gonna be bout three weeks of waitin'
For American Express Discover Card
Platinum Visa Master Card
Cause when we was boostin' sh*t we was targets
Now we just walk right up and say charge it
To the game we rockin' brand names
Well known at department store chains
Even got the boys in the crew a few things
Po Po never know who to true blame
Store after store you know we kept rollin'
Wait two weeks report the card stolen
Repeat this cycle like a laundry mat
Like a glitch in the system it's hard to catch
Comin' out the mall with the shoppin' bags
We can take it right back then get the cash
Yeah get a friend and then do it again
Damn right that's how we paid the rent
Got to get this paper
I'm down for the caper we steady on the grind
It's a daily struggle we all gotta hustle
This is the way we survive
Got to get this paper
I'm down for the caper we steady on the grind
It's a daily struggle we all gotta hustle
This is the way we survive
As long as there's *** to be sold
I ain't waitin' for the system to plug up these holes
I ain't slippin' through the cracks
So I'm at Portland Oregon tryin' to slip you these raps
The first black in the suburbs
You'd think I had e*****y percocet and plus syrup
The way the cops converged they f**ked up my swerve
The first young buck that I served
I thought back to the block
I never seen a cop when I was out there
They never came out there
And out there I was slingin' crack to live
I'm only slingin' raps to your kids
I'm only trying to show you how black niggas live
But you don't want your little ones actin' like this
Lil' Amy told Becky Becky told Jenny
And now they all know the skinny
Lil' Joey got his doo rag on
Driving down the street blastin' 2Pac's song thug life baby
But Billy like Snoop got his blue rag on
Now before you know it you back in 'Nam
Now the police got me in the middle of the street
Trying to beat me blue black and orange
I'm like hold up who you smacking on
I'm only trying to eat what you snacking on
Hell yeah y'all don't like that do you
Hell yeah you f**ked up the hood ni**a right back to you
Hell yeah you know we tired of starvin' my ni**a
Hell yeah let's ride hell yeah let's ride
If you claimin' gangsta
Then bang on the system
And show that you ready to ride
Till we get our freedom
We got to get over
We steady on the grind
If you claimin' gangsta
Then bang on the system
And show that you ready to ride
Till we get our freedom
We got to get over
We steady on the grind