Текст (слова) песни: Dead Prez - Behind Enemy Lines

Let`s go fellas, shower time`s up in five minutes
* sounds of prison bars slamming shut *
Get those feet off the table, whaddyou think this is, home?

(This is bullshit - yo son let me get a ciggarette)
(I`ma go.. back to my cell and read)

That`s it - five more minutes and that`s it
Back to work fellas, back to work!

[Dead Prez]
Yo, lil` Kadeija pops his locks, he wanna pop the lock
but prison ain`t nuttin but a private stock
And she be dreamin bout his date of release, she hate the police
but loved by her grandma who hugs and kisses her
Her father`s a political prisoner, Free Fred
Son of a Panther that the government shot dead
back in 12/4, 1969
Four o`clock in the mornin, it`s terrible but it`s fine, cause
Fred Hampton Jr. looks just like him
Walks just like jim, talks just like him
And it might be frightenin the Feds and the snitches
to see him organize the gang brothers and sisters
So he had to be framed yo, you know how the game go
Eighteen years, because the five-oh said so
They said he set a fire to a a-rab store
but he ignited the minds of the young black and poor

Behind enemy lines, my niggaz is cellmates
Most of the youths never escape the jail fates
Super maximum camps will advance they gameplan
to keep us in the hands of the man, locked up

(Hello?) Collect call from Nes
(How are you?) Yo shit is crazy Boo
(Have you been alright?) You know I miss you
(I feel lonely lonely lonely) Yo woman..
can you put some money in my commisary?

Lord can`t even smoke a loosey since he was twelve
925 locked up with a L
They call him triple K, cause he killed three niggaz
Another ghetto child got turned into a killer
His pops was a Vietnam veteran on heroin
Used like a pawn by these white North Americans
Momma couldn`t handle the stress and went crazy
Grandmomma had to raise the baby
Just a young boy, born to a life of poverty
Hustlin, robbery, whatever brung the paper home
Carried the chrome like a blind man holdin cane
Tattoes all over his chest, so you can know his name
But y`all know how the game go
D`s kicked in the front door, and guess who they came fo`?
A young nigga headed for the pen, coulda been
shoulda been, never see the hood again

Behind enemy lines, my niggaz is cellmates
Most of the youths never escape the jail fates
Super maximum camps will advance they gameplan
to keep us in the hands of the man, locked up

Behind enemy lines, my niggaz is cellmates
Most of the youths never escape the jail fates
Super maximum camps will advance they gameplan
to keep us in the hands of the man, locked up

* speaking in spanish *

You ain`t gotta be locked up to be in prison
Look how we livin, thirty thousand niggaz a day
up in the bing, standard routine
They put us in a box just like our life on the blocks
(behind enemy lines)
You ain`t gotta be locked up to be in prison
Look how we livin, thirty thousand niggaz a day
up in the bing, standard routine
They put us in a box just like our life on the blocks
(behind enemy lines)

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» Dead Prez - Look Around
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» Dead Prez - Sellin D.O.P.E.
» Dead Prez - Dem Crazy
» Dead Prez - Fuck the Law
» Dead Prez - Be Healthy
» Dead Prez - It`s Bigger Than Hip-Hop *
» Dead Prez - Down
» Dead Prez - I`m a African
» Dead Prez - That War!
» Dead Prez - Police State
» Dead Prez - Behind Enemy Lines
» Dead Prez - Sharp Shooters
» Dead Prez - Cop Shot *
» Dead Prez - Hip-Hop
» Dead Prez - Soul in the Hole soundtrack
» Dead Prez - These Are The Times
» Dead Prez - Score
» Dead Prez - Know Your Enemy


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 - Behind Enemy Lines Let`s go fellas, shower time`s up in five minutes * sounds of prison bars slamming shut * Get those feet off the table, whaddyou think this is, home? (This is bullshit - yo son let me get a ciggarette) (I`ma go.. back to my cell and read) That`s it - five more minutes and that`s it Back to work fellas, back to work! [Dead Prez] Yo, lil` Kadeija pops his locks, he wanna pop the lock but prison ain`t nuttin but a private stock And she be dreamin bout his date of release, she hate the police but loved by her grandma who hugs and kisses her Her father`s a political prisoner, Free Fred Son of a Panther that the government shot dead back in 12/4, 1969 Four o`clock in the mornin, it`s terrible but it`s fine, cause Fred Hampton Jr. looks just like him Walks just like jim, talks just like him And it might be frightenin the Feds and the snitches to see him organize the gang brothers and sisters So he had to be framed yo, you know how the game go Eighteen years, because the five-oh said so They said he set a fire to a a-rab store but he ignited the minds of the young black and poor Behind enemy lines, my niggaz is cellmates Most of the youths never escape the jail fates Super maximum camps will advance they gameplan to keep us in the hands of the man, locked up (Hello?) Collect call from Nes (How are you?) Yo shit is crazy Boo (Have you been alright?) You know I miss you (I feel lonely lonely lonely) Yo woman.. can you put some money in my commisary? Lord can`t even smoke a loosey since he was twelve 925 locked up with a L They call him triple K, cause he killed three niggaz Another ghetto child got turned into a killer His pops was a Vietnam veteran on heroin Used like a pawn by these white North Americans Momma couldn`t handle the stress and went crazy Grandmomma had to raise the baby Just a young boy, born to a life of poverty Hustlin, robbery, whatever brung the paper home Carried the chrome like a blind man holdin cane Tattoes all over his chest, so you can know his name But y`all know how the game go D`s kicked in the front door, and guess who they came fo`? A young nigga headed for the pen, coulda been shoulda been, never see the hood again Behind enemy lines, my niggaz is cellmates Most of the youths never escape the jail fates Super maximum camps will advance they gameplan to keep us in the hands of the man, locked up Behind enemy lines, my niggaz is cellmates Most of the youths never escape the jail fates Super maximum camps will advance they gameplan to keep us in the hands of the man, locked up * speaking in spanish * You ain`t gotta be locked up to be in prison Look how we livin, thirty thousand niggaz a day up in the bing, standard routine They put us in a box just like our life on the blocks (behind enemy lines) You ain`t gotta be locked up to be in prison Look how we livin, thirty thousand niggaz a day up in the bing, standard routine They put us in a box just like our life on the blocks (behind enemy lines) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Behind Enemy Lines: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/103/1/15535.html Все тексты песен: Dead Prez » Dead Prez - Score » Dead Prez - Look Around » Dead Prez - W-4 » Dead Prez - Sellin D.O.P.E. » Dead Prez - Dem Crazy » Dead Prez - Fuck the Law » Dead Prez - Be Healthy » Dead Prez - It`s Bigger Than Hip-Hop * » Dead Prez - Down » Dead Prez - I`m a African » Dead Prez - That War! » Dead Prez - Police State » Dead Prez - Behind Enemy Lines » Dead Prez - Sharp Shooters » Dead Prez - Cop Shot * » Dead Prez - Hip-Hop » Dead Prez - Soul in the Hole soundtrack » Dead Prez - These Are The Times » Dead Prez - Score » Dead Prez - Know Your Enemy Рекомендуем скачать: » Гарик Кричевский - Выходной » Геннадий Жуков - Ювенильный сонет » Геннадий Жуков - Пометки на полях » Григорий Дикштейн - Halloween в Нью-Йорке » Григорий Данской - Телеграф » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Бога нет » Геннадий Жуков - Танаис » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Эй, бабища, блевани » Гиви Чрелашвили - Дворянская честь » Геннадий Перевалов - Не уходи... » Гости из Будущего - Игры » Геннадий Васильев - Романс Аллы Вадимовны » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Все в порядке » Глеб Агафонов - Ангасолка » Григорий Дикштейн - В нашей жизни все устроилось иначе... » Геннадий Васильев - Мой телефон молчит, как сука... » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - И вновь продолжается бой! » Гости из Будущего - Не любовь » Геннадий Перевалов - Снег » Георгий Дубенецкий - Последнее воскресенье августа
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