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Be a Man
作詞:Robert F Jr Diggs, Sly Johnson
Yeah, it's Bobby Digital Just floatin' over the city I came across this, this, this black man He was talkin' about (Look down below)
Sure of yourself risin', prices of food skyrisin' Foreign countries movin' in U.S.A., enterprisin' Snatchin' your mic then speakin', while you might be leakin' Then losin' the luxury, average man be seekin'
Thought he was so smart, hoe's cheatin', life fall apart Fuckin' a hundred bitches couldn't mend a broken heart Start as a soda jerk job, as a mail clerk Fucked this white bitch in the office, got fired from work
Nine to five, government high taxes, police dispatches Beauracatic attackin' black Asiatics, resident with bad plumbin' Cocaine got my brain numb an' bitch complained 'bout cummin' Pussy stay hummin', 200 dollar parkin', summer's out of state warrants
High blood pressure pills prescribed by Dr. Lawrence Got me gainin' weight, fuckin' up my right kidney Cousin raped at school, Allah, wit' me Peoples' eyes closed like envelopes by folk membership
With unpaid doctor bills Framed got shot and killed, cops poppin' pills Three pair cotton, steel closet, cabinet of no frills Mo' bills, sister got evicted from Park Hill
Punch a hole inside the NARC wheels My dogs bark, still carry dark steel And unmarked bills, I'm from the uncut Dope found on director's reels Bobby Digital may switch back to Bobby Steels
Rusty .38's, bought rust inside the herb gate So hungry, son, 'bout to shrink down to a bird's weight Rash break out, where's the blue ointment Face to face appointments Unproudly in the church paid for annointment
Bet the checks, don't come late About to separate with her man 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 In the city, domestic violence excavates Get a highest ratio in five years, the idea is to plant fear
Boy, you slap yo' bitch, police is there to cuff you Or snuff you, they might bust you 'Cause your hoe snatched your money up Didn't want to fuck you
We must learn to communicate and unificate Stop the black on black, hate on hate White on white, black on white, put the love in love I'm blunted up, blasted inside the strip club Shorty wop, fifteen year old, all she needed was love
And mo' dough so she won't have to show her knotty afro Collect call from my son to know, he might blow trial Foul cut and cop out to a 3 to 6 Bad situations, bein' a man is hard shit
Somethin'll get trapped out, I mean, yo Got crack fiends in spots with vaccine shots Black teens drop out of high school, white teens sellin' stock With bonds they can't put their word on 20 years, shorty wop, pussy 'bout to swerve on
Up in the crib, new fridge, dead pig Two kids pawned this older cat who looked like Calvin Coolridge But got splat in his back last year Robbin' his jewel inside the Diamond District No one got convicted, heard they never found the biscuit
I'm booby trapped by the capitalists Tryin' to subsist, sometimes happiness is hot grits and catfish Or a bowl of cookie crisp, I got harassed by this rookie bitch Talkin' 'bout I couldn't put my feet on the fire hydrants
To tie my kicks, 50 dollar ticket, 'bout to strike and picket And shout at the City Hall, motherfuck the wicked Too greedy, give to the needy, down on my luck 'Bout to jab a Ouija Board, that's when Bobby Digi seen me
Said, yo son, don't stress out over no one, learn the slogan Knowledge is half the battle, that's one to grow on And don't be counterfeit, it's a bad situation which bein' a man But we got to handle it, bad situation when you ain't bein' a man
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