Testo All Them Other Good Things - Delbert McClinton feat. Glen Clark
Testo della canzone All Them Other Good Things (Delbert McClinton feat. Glen Clark), tratta dall'album Delbert And Glenn
Let's go!
Yeah, it's beautiful, come on
Keep marchin'
Everybody say...
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)
Now if you got toast
You keep your shots low
You hug the block close
We rock on and on
Now if you got dough
Your shit is not low
You duck the five-o
We rock on and on
Now if you real fly
Fuck with a real guy
And them your real eyes
We rock on and on
You keep your heels high
Keep it real tight
Who gettin' real high?
We rock on and on, yeah
I flow beautiful like it's Abdul to blow
Traffic like Benicio, suspect as usual
Cut checks like cuticles, bust TECs at funerals
My sound freak you out like rough sex in the studio
I blow the back out the track when I black out
Got the spot maxed out, people in the front pass out
Security carry that ass out
Get in the zone when I'm stoned like I live in a glass house
Last bout I was in started to get real serious
Homeboy got dropped and spazzed out like Mysterious
The Boy in the Hood with the Furious style
We in the Age of Aquarius now, yo
I show pain in the manner of Coltrane's Alabama
Niggas wanna blaze a hammer
Real girls get down on the flo' like
David Banner when I handle my shit
I go banana clips, you walkin' where the animals live
Now if you got toast
You keep your shots low
You hug the block close
We rock on and on
Now if you got dough
Your shit is not low
You duck the five-o
We rock on and on
Now if you real fly
Fuck with a real guy
And them your real eyes
We rock on and on
You keep your heels high
Keep it real tight
Who gettin' real high?
We rock on and on, yeah
Everybody say...
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)
Yo, the way I spit is ghetto
Like when niggas pray over beef like Halal
And get the metal 'til the shit is settled
I pull strings like Geppetto did Pinocchio
Y'all niggas sing to po-po like K-Ci and JoJo
Cisco and Nokio, LeLe and Coco
Y'all sisters with voices, y'all lyrics are pointless
My lyrics anoint like oils and ointments
I had a date with death but I missed my appointment
Y'all walkin' through the valley while I run through it
Every party we come through makin' the gun music
Practice the Art of War, don't make my sons do it
I put them knots in your head 'til you can't undo it
You can't unscrew it, ladies wanna take it off
All they want is peace of mind so I break 'em off
I grab the game by the balls until I made it cough
And made these bitch-ass niggas take they makeup off
Now if you got toast
You keep your shots low
You hug the block close
We rock on and on
Now if you got dough
Your shit is not low
You duck the five-o
We rock on and on
Now if you real fly
Fuck with a real guy
And them your real eyes
We rock on and on
You keep your heels high
Keep it real tight
Who gettin' real high?
We rock on and on, yeah
Everybody say...
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)
Yeah, get it right
Talib Kweli
Credits
Writer(s): Waynne Nugent, Kevin John Risto, T.k. Greene
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