название:

Get Down


автор:

Nas


жанры: hip-hop, rap
альбомы: God's Son
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"Get-get..get down!" - James Brown

[Nas]
Uh.. uh.. uh..
New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration
Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starvin
Pushin cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's
But there's a long list of high-profile celebrities
Worldwide on the thorough side of things
Livest kings, some died, one guy, one time
one day grabs me, as I'm about to blast heat
40-side of Vernon, I turned well he asked me
"Whatchu up to, the cops gon' bust you"
I was a teen drunk off brew, stumbled I wondered
if God sent him, cause two squad cars entered the block
and looked at us, I ain't flinch when they watched
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair
Starin at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to what thedice do
Yeah man, throwin them bones
Hopin my ace get his case thrown
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight hoein
While he lookin at centerfolds of pretty girls
showin they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's livin proof
The D.A. who tried him was lyin
A white dude, killed his mother durin the case
Hung jury, now the D.A. is bein replaced
Pre-trial hearin is over, it's real for the soldier
Walks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the back aisle
I wanna crack a smile when I see him
Throw up a fist for black power, cause all we want is his freedom
He grabbed a court officer's gun and started squeezin
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out -- nobody leavin everybody

"Get down, get down! Get down, get down!" - James Brown
{*sample cut and repeated*}
[Nas] Everybody
"Get down, get down! Get down, get down!" - James Brown
{*sample cut and repeated*}

[Nas]
Some niggaz fuck they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggaz are dangerous, so don't test 'em
They make you, dissapear, this a year that I won't forget
Sold CD's double platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggaz, independent label, real killers
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chillin
They had the coke game somethin crazy
Sold music out the trunk of they car, that shit amazed me
Put me onto heron blunts, sherm or somethin
Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch them
Southern niggaz ain't slow, nigga tried to play me
I left from around them dudes, they cool but they crazy
Now I'm back around the old school that raised me
New York gangstas, we loungin, out in L.A. see
A dude wrote my dawg from Pelican Bay
The letter say, "Nas I got your back - the fools don't play"
I rolled with some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
The nigga still alive in a hospital
Midnight they crept in his room and shot the doctor too
See my cousin's in the game, thuggin and things
He plugged me with a dame who was half-Mexicano
Gave the ass up, I'ma mack daddy Soprano
She passed me the indigo, but the imbecile
shoulda never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed
Openin the hotel room do', to let her goons in
But I moved in a manner, on some Jet Li shit
I let the hammers blow, wet three kids
See honey thought I had somethin to do, with all the drama
Cause I was with a crew, that had her people killed
Called up my cousin, told him I ain't fuckin witchu
He responded cool, but told me out here this how motherfuckers

"Get down, get down! Get down, get down!" - James Brown
{*sample cut and repeated*}
[Nas] Everybody
"Get down, get down! Get down, get down!" - James Brown
{*sample cut and repeated*}

[unknown speaker]
All I really gotta say is that
if that's how our people gon' get down, how we ever gon' get up?
How we ever gon' get up if that's how we get down?
A shame when you ain't look at it
My folk is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk
Somebody gotta make a change
2Pac 

Dear Mama 

You are appreciated 

Verse One: 2Pac 

When I was young me and my mama had beef 

Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets 

Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face 

Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place 

Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a fool 

with the big boys, breakin all the rules 

I shed tears with my baby sister 

Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids 

And even though we had different daddy's, the same drama 

When things went wrong we'd blame mama 

I reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell 

Huggin on my mama from a jail cell 

And who'd think in elementary? 

Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day 

And runnin from the police, that's right 

Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside 

And even as a crack fiend, mama 

You always was a black queen, mama 

I finally understand 

for a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man 

You always was committed 

A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it 

There's no way I can pay you back 

But the plan is to show you that I understand 

You are appreciated 

Chorus: Reggie Green & Sweet Franklin w/ 2Pac * 

Lady... 

Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady 

Dear mama 

Place no one above ya, sweet lady 

You are appreciated 

Don't cha know we love ya? 

* second and third chorus, And dear mama instead of Dear mama 

Verse Two: 2Pac 

Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair 

No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't there 

He passed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger 

wouldn't let me feel for a stranger 

They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along 

I was lookin for a father he was gone 

I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs 

They showed a young brother love 

I moved out and started really hangin 

I needed money of my own so I started slangin 

I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks 

It feels good puttin money in your mailbox 

I love payin rent when the rent's due 

I hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to you 

Cause when I was low you was there for me 

And never left me alone because you cared for me 

And I could see you comin home after work late 

You're in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plate 

Ya just workin with the scraps you was given 

And mama made miracles every Thanksgivin 

But now the road got rough, you're alone 

You're tryin to raise two bad kids on your own 

And there's no way I can pay you back 

But my plan is to show you that I understand 

You are appreciated 

Chorus 

Verse Three: 2Pac 

Pour out some liquor and I reminsce, cause through the drama 

I can always depend on my mama 

And when it seems that I'm hopeless 

You say the words that can get me back in focus 

When I was sick as a little kid 

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did 

And all my childhood memories 

Are full of all the sweet things you did for me 

And even though I act craaazy 

I gotta thank the Lord that you made me 

There are no words that can express how I feel 

You never kept a secret, always stayed real 

And I appreciate, how you raised me 

And all the extra love that you gave me 

I wish I could take the pain away 

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day 

Everything will be alright if ya hold on 

It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on 

And there's no way I can pay you back 

But my plan is to show you that I understand 

You are appreciated 

Chorus 

Sweet lady 

And dear mama 

Dear mama 

Lady (3X)
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