Testo "b" Movie Box Car Blues - Delbert McClinton feat. Glen Clark
Testo della canzone "b" Movie Box Car Blues (Delbert McClinton feat. Glen Clark), tratta dall'album Delbert And Glenn
What this love?
Uh
They wanna know
You know how I do
Baby you know
Why you playin'? Why you playin'? Uh
I be doin like, two and two
With some more hot shit ready to spit for you
With the sauce that you love just to get you through, ma
Back in effect, I'm back to collect
Got the respect, which'll turn into the cash or a check
You can, pay me with fear, you can pay me with love
You can, pay me in tears or you can pay me in blood
Spray me with slugs and the revolution live, I never die in vain
The writer might be dead, the piece remain on the train
Yeah, the music help you be true to yourself, accumulate wealth
So what I spit is the embodiment of do for self
As a teen, it was kinda hard to find a job
I took over my writer's block, ran it like a spot
I'm Pimp C in this game nigga, I'm a hog
But I'm never feastin' on it, keep speakin' on it God
That's what they say when I'm buildin', I keep my dialogue
Street but still spiritual like we deep inside a mosque or a synagogue
I don't preach, I go where the sinners are
And keep the fire burnin like a slum lord in the Bronx
Of course I will cause you know how I do
Baby you know
What?, What?
Yeah, I be doin like, two and two
With some more hot shit ready to spit for you
With the sauce that you love just to get you through, ma
Rhyme writer for nine to fivers and 25-to-lifers
With the balance of an acrobat on high wires
Pain of a slave with his back feelin like fire
Cause the witness talkin to his ass like Knight Rider
Most of these rappers nowadays be soundin' like liars
Got visions of guns in they hand like the Pied Piper
When I bust they start to disappear like my lighters
Cause they shit is faker than the dreads on Mekhi Phifer
The industry is in trouble, but these industry niggas is fakin
So they tend to be in a bubble
So I hit the block where they known to thicken the plot
For stickin up cops, kids be pocket-pickin' they Glocks
My man, ballin out of control, don't be forgettin that
Niggas is broker than dishes at a Greek wedding
Lame'll try to run up on you, take your life quick
It's like this, when you walk the strip up on the night shift
Let 'em know
Of course I will cause you know how I do
Baby you know
Yeah, what?
I be doin' like, two and two
With some more hot shit ready to spit for you
With the sauce that you love just to get you through, ma
Baby, anytime you call me
Of course I will cause you know how I do
I come runnin to you
Baby you know
Why you playin'? Why you playin'?
Don't you know I mean it
You can really count on me
I be doin like, two and two
With some more hot shit ready to spit for you
With the sauce that you love just to get you through, ma
This right here the bare essentials with no extras y'all
Kept it raw from the school of thought where less is more
Brooklyn is cookin and I'm blessed up with the special sauce
I got the soul of a prophet and never take a loss
And fresher than them kicks out the box, for kids on the block
That is tree-hungry, tryin to get that sweet honey out the rock
Crack in they socks with a clique that roll thicker than soursop
Listenin' to my black power rock
Music, call us hip-hop but we be rockin to it
I'm a river, you a valley, watch me run right through it
Wanna learn how to do it, tell the truth in your single first
Little Kim went to jail for what you do
In every single verse (free Little Kim)
Lyrics is perjury, your beats is more plastic than surgery
And we in the United States of Emergency
One of the main reasons none of you lames worry me
As I change lanes like I change planes and change currency
They wanna know, tell them, huh, huh
Of course I will cause you know how I do
Baby you know
What? What?
Huh, yeah, yeah, yo
I be doin like, two and two
With some more hot shit ready to spit for you
With the sauce that you love just to get you through, ma
Baby, anytime you call me
What?
Of course I will cause you know how I do
I come runnin to you
Baby you know
Don't you know I mean it
You can really count on me
Yeah, yeah
I be doin like, two and two
With some more hot shit ready to spit for you
With the sauce that you love just to get you through, ma
Just vibe with me for a minute
Yeah, hey, hey
Shout out to my man George Foreman
On the track (tell 'em, yes)
Hey, okay
Right about now
We gon' listen to the music
And everybody and the sound of my voice
Flashin' two and twos
Chuck Woolery style
What? What?
Two and two
With some more hot shit ready to spit for you
With the sauce that you love just to get you through, ma
Credits
Writer(s): Talib Kweli, K Abdul-rahman
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