Текст (слова) песни: Dead Prez - W-4

[intro sample vocals from "American Pimp"]
So much shit goes on it makes me doubt about a God -- you know, makes me ask
well if there is a God then why am I in the situation that I`m in?
Or why is my family going through certain situations
when I don`t think that they deserve it nah mean?
Or why do good people suffer so much and bad people prosper so much?

[sample fades out as instrumental comes in]

[lighter sparking]

Yo
Goin out...we light this J up right here...for all the hard working folk
cross this country, cross the world
For everybody on the grind everyday 9 to 5, 8 to 12 -- you know how we do it
Hand to hand, whateva...
Yo, yo..

[Chorus - singing]
I been working all my life but ain`t got nothin` to show
I ain`t tellin` you nothing you don`t already know
I been working all my life but ain`t got nothin` to show
Like this world just don`t want us to groooow

I been working all my life but ain`t got nothin` to show
I ain`t tellin` you nothing you don`t already know
I been working all my life but ain`t got nothin` to show
Wanna run up in tha white house and kick in tha do` ohhhhh

[Verse 1]
What a nigga gonna eat when the refrigerator empty?
Work all week let the bossman pimp me?
Can`t pay no rent till the 15th
Landlord call the police to evict me
Lookin for a job in the want ads
Have you ever been to jail? Know they gone ask
Ever took a piss test that you didn`t pass?
In between jobs in the past? How you get cash?
I done worked over hot ass stoves
I done picked up trash off roads
Winter time in the streets and the cold
Many times had to sleep in my clothes on the flo`
What you know bout bein` po` seein` most of yo kinfolk be on dope?
Ain`t nobody in the hood got no hope in this fucked up system and that`s why we don`t vote
Still payin niggaz 4.25 - How the fuck we supposed to survive?
I`m close to the edge, government takin most of my bread
in taxes might as well have this close to my head
Make a nigga wanna wild out
runup in the white house with the gauge out, CLICK CLACK!
GIMME MY SHIT BACK BEEYOTCH!

[Chorus]

Puttin` on my uniform, just a number on a W-4 form..

[Verse 2]
See where I`m from it`s a few ways out
either rappin or sports either dope or the casket
You can work to the bone but don`t put all yo eggs in one basket
We don`t never get a piece of the pie
Work 50 years, retire then die
Stay po`, rich folks is the criminal
but you don`t wanna hear me tho` so
thank God it`s friday, ain`t it what we live fo`?
Nigga gotta get up out the plantation
Same job that my pop had before me
Imma pass it down to my seed fucked up situation
Make a nigga wanna wild out
runup in the white house with the gauge out, CLICK CLACK!
GIMME MY SHIT BACK BEEYOTCH!

[Chorus]

My J-O-Beeee
is just like a plantation
they owe meeee
but got me fillin` out this application

My J-O-Beeee
is just like a plantation
they owe meeee
and got me fillin` out this application

[song fades]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Dead Prez - W-4 [intro sample vocals from "American Pimp"] So much shit goes on it makes me doubt about a God -- you know, makes me ask well if there is a God then why am I in the situation that I`m in? Or why is my family going through certain situations when I don`t think that they deserve it nah mean? Or why do good people suffer so much and bad people prosper so much? [sample fades out as instrumental comes in] [lighter sparking] Yo Goin out...we light this J up right here...for all the hard working folk cross this country, cross the world For everybody on the grind everyday 9 to 5, 8 to 12 -- you know how we do it Hand to hand, whateva... Yo, yo.. [Chorus - singing] I been working all my life but ain`t got nothin` to show I ain`t tellin` you nothing you don`t already know I been working all my life but ain`t got nothin` to show Like this world just don`t want us to groooow I been working all my life but ain`t got nothin` to show I ain`t tellin` you nothing you don`t already know I been working all my life but ain`t got nothin` to show Wanna run up in tha white house and kick in tha do` ohhhhh [Verse 1] What a nigga gonna eat when the refrigerator empty? Work all week let the bossman pimp me? Can`t pay no rent till the 15th Landlord call the police to evict me Lookin for a job in the want ads Have you ever been to jail? Know they gone ask Ever took a piss test that you didn`t pass? In between jobs in the past? How you get cash? I done worked over hot ass stoves I done picked up trash off roads Winter time in the streets and the cold Many times had to sleep in my clothes on the flo` What you know bout bein` po` seein` most of yo kinfolk be on dope? Ain`t nobody in the hood got no hope in this fucked up system and that`s why we don`t vote Still payin niggaz 4.25 - How the fuck we supposed to survive? I`m close to the edge, government takin most of my bread in taxes might as well have this close to my head Make a nigga wanna wild out runup in the white house with the gauge out, CLICK CLACK! GIMME MY SHIT BACK BEEYOTCH! [Chorus] Puttin` on my uniform, just a number on a W-4 form.. [Verse 2] See where I`m from it`s a few ways out either rappin or sports either dope or the casket You can work to the bone but don`t put all yo eggs in one basket We don`t never get a piece of the pie Work 50 years, retire then die Stay po`, rich folks is the criminal but you don`t wanna hear me tho` so thank God it`s friday, ain`t it what we live fo`? Nigga gotta get up out the plantation Same job that my pop had before me Imma pass it down to my seed fucked up situation Make a nigga wanna wild out runup in the white house with the gauge out, CLICK CLACK! GIMME MY SHIT BACK BEEYOTCH! [Chorus] My J-O-Beeee is just like a plantation they owe meeee but got me fillin` out this application My J-O-Beeee is just like a plantation they owe meeee and got me fillin` out this application [song fades] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни W-4: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/103/1/15531.html Все тексты песен: Dead Prez » Dead Prez - Mind Sex » Dead Prez - Police State » Dead Prez - Animal in Man » Dead Prez - Be Healthy » Dead Prez - Behind Enemy Lines » Dead Prez - Discipline » Dead Prez - They Schools » Dead Prez - Know Your Enemy » Dead Prez - Hip-Hop » Dead Prez - That War! » Dead Prez - Fucked Up » Dead Prez - I Have a Dream Too » Dead Prez - The Pistol » Dead Prez - It Was Written » Dead Prez - Down » Dead Prez - Hip Hop » Dead Prez - Im a African » Dead Prez - Look Around » Dead Prez - Its Bigger Than HipHop » Dead Prez - Don`t Forget Where U Goin` Рекомендуем скачать: » Елена Решетняк - В этой комнате ночь, в этой комнате быль... » Елена Гурфинкель - Однажды случается все наяву... » Егор летов - Государство » Елена Фролова - Благовещение » Евгений Клячкин - Комментарий к романсу Счастливца » Е.Кукарская - По маленькой » Елена Гурфинкель - Первый снег » Евгений Романов - Камбала » Елена Гурфинкель - Оттенки » Евгений Романов - Что-то не так » Елена Елизарьева - Пиши » Елена Гурфинкель - А он красавиц стройных подвозит... » Евгений Клячкин - Последний тост » Евгений Бабенко - Новогодняя путаница » Екатерина Манычева - Верста » Елена Фролова - Когда я умом так загадочно тронулся... » Елена Решетняк - Старый Новый год » Елена Казанцева - Никому не рассказывай ты обо мне... » Евгений Бабенко - Итог? » Ефим Ташлицкий - Суматоха городская...
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