Текст (слова) песни: The Roots - Star/Pointro

[40 seconds of instrumental to start]

[Black Thought]
Get `em up high - okay, yeah

[Chorus]
Go all-star, and get down for yours
To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours
You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
High, lift `em up high, okay

[Black Thought]
When that adrenaline get in they system
It get `em out on a quest for stardom, could be a motherfuckin problem
in Philly, Cincinatti, Los Angeles or Harlem
Kids call theyself killers let they hammers do the talkin
Don`t even know the meaning of life, ain`t seen a thing
and you dream of floodin the scenery with, llello and greenery
But for now, you stickin her with the heavy machinery
Wonder how, you lift it up, be only 17
And like e`rybody he wanna shine, young brothers on the grind
Holdin somethin in they spine, "Bowling for Columbine"
Stressin to me how it`s all about a dollar sign
Dig the way you out of line, out of sight and out of mind
Up against the clock and damn near out of time
"The Tipping Point" has arrived, and that`s the bottom line
To all my peoples that`s stars, it`s our time to shine
Let`s get `em up high, c`mon

[Chorus] - 2X

[Black Thought]
Yo, ain`t it strange how the newspapers play with the language
I`m deprogrammin y`all with uncut slang shit
I know some peoples in the party armed and dangerous
Twist some cool champagne, I`m goin through changes
A grown-ass man, I done paid my dues
Learn the rules lil` homey, you could be one too
Niggaz know, ain`t no tellin what he gon` do
But recognize young bruh, I`ma do it for you
You know why? We all stars and we highly evolved
Hip-Hop, it`s not pop like Kylie Minogue
If it bang, them gettin-busy brothers probably involved
In the game, where e`rybody got a shottie to draw
I guess you probably a thug, you boss ballin or what?
I can`t call it man, I got the ladies fallin in love
Cause handsome, intelligent, tough - I`m all the above
I know you knew it it`s the movement
Groove to it while you doin it up

[Chorus] - 2X w/ minor variations

[Black Thought]
Introducin the band you gotta see to believe
He got the mic in his hand, so keep the heat up your sleeve
It`s Black Thought, he rockin sharp so the speakers`ll bleed
I run a triathalon, you wouldn`t see me fatigued
I`m a star, and maybe y`all should cop somethin to be
Or trade some of y`all equipment in for somethin you need
Cause it`s a, lot of bullshit floodin the scene
Where e`rybody`s a star, and hot shit is few and far between
We lose the grip of what, garbage mean
Shorties wanna be theyself, I know it`s hard to be
Don`t wanna do the Ruben Studdard and come off less threatenin
Keepin it real`ll kill you if you end up lettin it
Ain`t it blowin your mind how the game all in line
Now the best, to the rest, we fin` to end up settin it
I`d tell you that I was a veteran but it`s evident
You act like you want it, you gon` end up gettin it

[Chorus] - 3X w/ minor variations

"Everybody is a star.."

[echoes and fades into an instrumental that ends the song]

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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: The Roots - Star/Pointro [40 seconds of instrumental to start] [Black Thought] Get `em up high - okay, yeah [Chorus] Go all-star, and get down for yours To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course High, lift `em up high, okay [Black Thought] When that adrenaline get in they system It get `em out on a quest for stardom, could be a motherfuckin problem in Philly, Cincinatti, Los Angeles or Harlem Kids call theyself killers let they hammers do the talkin Don`t even know the meaning of life, ain`t seen a thing and you dream of floodin the scenery with, llello and greenery But for now, you stickin her with the heavy machinery Wonder how, you lift it up, be only 17 And like e`rybody he wanna shine, young brothers on the grind Holdin somethin in they spine, "Bowling for Columbine" Stressin to me how it`s all about a dollar sign Dig the way you out of line, out of sight and out of mind Up against the clock and damn near out of time "The Tipping Point" has arrived, and that`s the bottom line To all my peoples that`s stars, it`s our time to shine Let`s get `em up high, c`mon [Chorus] - 2X [Black Thought] Yo, ain`t it strange how the newspapers play with the language I`m deprogrammin y`all with uncut slang shit I know some peoples in the party armed and dangerous Twist some cool champagne, I`m goin through changes A grown-ass man, I done paid my dues Learn the rules lil` homey, you could be one too Niggaz know, ain`t no tellin what he gon` do But recognize young bruh, I`ma do it for you You know why? We all stars and we highly evolved Hip-Hop, it`s not pop like Kylie Minogue If it bang, them gettin-busy brothers probably involved In the game, where e`rybody got a shottie to draw I guess you probably a thug, you boss ballin or what? I can`t call it man, I got the ladies fallin in love Cause handsome, intelligent, tough - I`m all the above I know you knew it it`s the movement Groove to it while you doin it up [Chorus] - 2X w/ minor variations [Black Thought] Introducin the band you gotta see to believe He got the mic in his hand, so keep the heat up your sleeve It`s Black Thought, he rockin sharp so the speakers`ll bleed I run a triathalon, you wouldn`t see me fatigued I`m a star, and maybe y`all should cop somethin to be Or trade some of y`all equipment in for somethin you need Cause it`s a, lot of bullshit floodin the scene Where e`rybody`s a star, and hot shit is few and far between We lose the grip of what, garbage mean Shorties wanna be theyself, I know it`s hard to be Don`t wanna do the Ruben Studdard and come off less threatenin Keepin it real`ll kill you if you end up lettin it Ain`t it blowin your mind how the game all in line Now the best, to the rest, we fin` to end up settin it I`d tell you that I was a veteran but it`s evident You act like you want it, you gon` end up gettin it [Chorus] - 3X w/ minor variations "Everybody is a star.." [echoes and fades into an instrumental that ends the song] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Star/Pointro: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/119/1/10468.html Все тексты песен: The Roots » The Roots - Do You Want More?!!!??! / From the Groun » The Roots - Ain`t Sayin` Nothing New » The Roots - Episodes » The Roots - Don`t Say Nuthin` » The Roots - The Ultimate » The Roots - Thought @ Work » The Roots - Brown Sugar Soundtrack » The Roots - Guns Are Drawn » The Roots - Phrentrow » The Roots - 100% Dundee » The Roots - I Remain Calm » The Roots - I Don`t Care » The Roots - The Show » The Roots - Grits » The Roots - No Alibi » The Roots - Silent Treatment (Beatminerz Remix) » The Roots - Do You Want More?!??!! » The Roots - In Tha Beginning...There Was Rap » The Roots - The Spark » The Roots - The Anti-Circle Рекомендуем скачать: » Валерий Кузнецов - Атас » Вадим Казаченко - Туман над рекой » Вадим Егоров - Сумерки » Владимир Береснев - Не укради » Веня Дркин, Александр Литвинов - На море-океане, на острове Буяне » Валерий Зайцев - И вот опять она, моя звезда... » Владимир Высоцкий - Песня про стукача » Владимир Высоцкий - В плен » Владимир Ланцберг - Улыбаясь чужой весне... » Валерий Червяков - Топографу (Пародия на М. Сахарова) » Владимир Шандриков - Песенка про американского солдата. » Владимир Высоцкий - Дайте собакам мяса... » Владимир Высоцкий - В царстве троллей » Виктор Байрак - Песня человека-чайки » Владимир Высоцкий - Позабыв про дела и тревоги » Владимир Нежный - Дальнобойщики » Валерий Митрофаненко - Дырявый мыс » Валерий Червяков - Тройная пародия на песню Г.Дикштейна шансонье, с которой Л.Печёнкина неоднократно становилась лауреа » Виктор Шнейдер - Ante lucem » Валентин Ушканов - Ну разве это жизнь? Сплошное невезенье...
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