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Thinka bout It - текст песни



Thinka 'bout It


Yeah! Another funky song (Texts of songs ) for your mind in the nine-two


and the nine-three, P-Dog in the motherfuckin house!


Bout to get it started


Bout to get it started, live and direct from the underground


Still sayin what I wanna say, and I ain't gon' never change




[Verse One]


Oh what a shame, the way that we're dyin up


Killin ourselves with no help from the other one


Only thought, was how the hell to get your money on


Livin in fear cause you're livin in a war zone


So much funk, jump off from a wrong look


Make a wrong move one time and your life's took


Just the way it is when you're livin in the city


The way we dyin off is a motherfuckin pity


Extra, extra, read all about it


Another one dead, he seen a bullet and he caught it


How many gotta fall off victim to the game


or being a ho, to the cocaine thang


Makin a rush up, to keep 'em comin back again


You oughta know by now it ain't no love for African


People stay enslaved to the ways of America I'm scarin ya


But I ain't goin out like that, so think about it now




[Chorus]


"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - "Young brothers just don't realize"


[Paris] Yeah, think about it


"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - "Young brothers just don't realize"


[Paris] Think about it


"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - "Young brothers just don't realize"


[Paris] Uhh, think about it


"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - "Young brothers just don't realize"




[Verse Two]


People keep comin up, askin the news


They wanna know, why I do what I do


It's really kinda simple, so don't be amazed


It ain't no secret it's the way I was raised


Got much props from my pops cause he never stops


bein a father to his child, he cared a lot


Raised me up, and told me like this:


You better stand up for yours or be dissed


Be a man, and do for yourself


Better love your own befo' anyone else


It ain't nothin in the big city but a small thang


to see a brother straight fall victim to the game


Somethin that I roll with straight from the start


in a city where a fool and his money soon part


where brothers might die over anything at all


I can't call it but I know you better watch your step


and think about it now




[Interlude]


"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - "Ay nigga what you need?"


"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - "I got five ten, what?"


"Yeah five ten fifteen twenty. I heard they got fifty."


"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - "Ay nigga what? Ay nigga where you from?"


"Get that motherfucker! Get that ol' nigga!"


"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - [gun shots] [police siren]


"Move man! Move!"


"Freeze motherfucker freeze! Get your god damn hands in the air!"


"Oh shit. Oh shit! Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh Shit."


"The jury, having found you guilty, twenty-five years."


[jail cell door slams shut]




[Verse Three]


And now there's one last thing, I think we need to talk about


It might save your life and you die if you do without


Pokin in the puddin mean you better wrap tight


Tragic to Magic my soap in your eye


And now you better straighten up, and straighten up fast


Relyin on the guts and the luck of the last


Cause the fool was in with the skins shoulda never been


in with the skins no cap for the lap get waxed


Now, who growin up next?


Ready for the sex better check with the latex


So many trapped and set for the funk


who take they life for a joke so I say wait a minute


Genocide from the suicide of dippin inside


Everybody die when the legs spread ride


Gave to the sons of the slave and it's man-made


AIDS and you're off to your grave, think about it now




[Chorus]


"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - "Young brothers just don't realize"


[Paris] Uhh, think about it


"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - "Young brothers just don't realize"


[Paris] Yeah.. think about it


"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - "Young brothers just don't realize"


[Paris] One time for your mind, think about it


"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - "Young brothers just don't realize"


[Paris] Uh, yeah..


"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - "Young brothers just don't realize"


[Paris] P-Dog


"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - "Young brothers just don't realize"


[Paris] For the nine-two, and the nine-three


"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - "Young brothers just don't realize"


[Paris] Think about it


"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - "Young brothers just don't realize"



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