Got

(アルバム： Black On Both Sides - 1999)

Some cats really like to, you know
Profile and front
And then the jooks go down, all at once they like

Don't get me
Don't get me
Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me
Don't get me
Don't get me
Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me
Don't get me
Don't get me
Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me
Don't get me
Don't get me
Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me

You're out on the block hustling at the spot
GOT, this is how you get Got
At the gambling spot and your hand is mad hot
GOT, this is how you get Got
Out in Brooklyn late night flashing all of your rocks
GOT, this is how you get Got
Some girl from pink house said, "I like you a lot."
GOT, this is how you get Got

This one goes to all them Big Will cats
With ice on they limbs and big rims on they Ac
You going around town with your system bump
And your windows cracked low to profile and front
Now I like to have nice things just like you
But I'm from Brooklyn, certain shit you just don't do
Like, high posting when you far from home
Or like, high posting when you all alone
Now, this would seem to be clear common sense
But cats be living off sheer confidence
Like "Fuck that, picture them telling me run that"
But acting invincible, just ain't sensible
It's nineteen ninety-now, and there's certain individuals
Swear they rolling hard and get robbed on principle
5 star general, flashing on your revenue
You taking a ride on the Downstate medical, like (whoo)
Colorful sparks, yellow and blue
A full on attack and it's happening to you
Wit' nothing you can do but bust back and cop a plea
But five of them and one of you, that equals Got to me

Don't get me
Don't get me
Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me
Don't get me
Don't get me
Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me
Don't get me
Don't get me
Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me
Don't get me
Don't get me
Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me

Come on ya'll now, let's be real
Some jokers got a rough time keeping it concealed
I wonder what it mean, it's probably self-esteem
They fiendin to be seen, get hemmed like Gabardines
Cats think it can't happen until the gats start clapping
They coming down the wire spitting fire like a dragon
'Cause while the goods glisten, certain eyes take position
To observe your tricking, then catch that ass slipping
Like, come on now ock, what you expect?
Got a month's paycheck dangling off your neck
And while you Cristal sipping, they rubbing up they mittens
With heat in mint condition to start the getti-getting
They clique starts creeping like Sandinista guerrillas
You screaming player haters, these niggas is player killers
Mr. Fash-ion, that style never last long
The harder you flash, the harder you get flashed on
There's hunger in the street that is hard to defeat
Many steal for sport, but more steal to eat
Cat's heavy at the weigh-in, and he's playing for keeps
Don't sleep, they'll roll up in your passengers seat
There is universal law, whether rich or poor
Some say life's a game, to more, life is war
So put them egos to the side and get off them head trips
'Fore some cats pull out them heaters and make you headless

Don't get me
Don't get me
Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me
Don't get me
Don't get me
Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me
Don't get me
Don't get me
Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me
Don't get me
Don't get me
Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me