Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Blue, artist - The Clean. Album song Vehicle, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 31.07.1990
Record label: Merge
Song language: English
The Blue |
| Roc-A-Fella records |
| The imperial Skateboard P |
| Grey Hova |
| Ya’ll already know what it is |
| Yeah |
| So what if you flip a couple words |
| I could triple at that in birds |
| Open your mind you see the circus in the sky |
| I’m Ringling brothers Barnum Bailey with the pies |
| No matter how you slice it |
| I’m your mother fucking guy |
| And just like a B-boy with 360 waves |
| Do the same with the pot |
| Still come back beige |
| Whether right or south paw |
| Whether pot or a jar |
| Whip it around |
| It still comes back hard |
| So easily do a W-H-I-P |
| My repitition with riches will bring the kilo business |
| I got creole C-O bitches, for my niggas who slipped |
| Became prisoners |
| Treat’s taped to the visitors |
| You already know what the business is |
| Unnecessary commissary, boy we live this shit |
| Niggas Wanna bring the 80s back |
| That’s okay with me, that’s where they made me at |
| Except I don’t write on the wall |
| I write my name in the history books, hustling in the hall |
| Nah, I don’t spin on my head, I spin work in the pots |
| So I can spend my bread |
| And I’m getting it I’m getting it |
| I ain’t talking about it, I’m living it |
| I’m getting it, straight getting it |
| Get get get get get get get it boy |
| (Don't your waste your time, fighting the law, state your voice, |
| and you’ll understand) |
| Get it boy |
| This '87 state of mind that I’m in |
| In my prime, so for that time, I’m Rakim |
| If it wasn’t for the crime that I was in |
| But I wouldn’t be the guy who’s rhymes it is that i’m in |
| No pay no profit |
| P, I’ll repeat it to show you where the pot is |
| Cherry M3s with the top back |
| Red and green Gs all on my hat |
| North beach leathers |
| Matching Gucci sweater |
| Gucci sneaks on to keep my outfit together |
| Whatever, hundred for the diamond chain |
| Can’t you tell that I came from the dope game? |
| Blame Reagan for making me into a monster |
| Blame Oliver north and Iran-Contra |
| I ran contraband that they sponsored |
| Before this rhyming stuff we was in concert |
| And I’m getting it I’m getting it |
| I ain’t talking about it, I’m living it |
| I’m getting it, straight getting it |
| Get get get get get get get it boy |
| (Don't your waste your time, fighting the law, state your voice, |
| and you’ll understand) |
| Get it boy |
| Push, money over broads you got it |
| Fuck Bush |
| Chef, guess what I cooked? |
| Baked a lot of bread |
| And kept it off the books |
| Rock stars |
| Look |
| Way before the bars my picture was getting took |
| Feds, they like wack rappers |
| Try as they may they couldn’t get me on the hook |
| D.A. |
| wanna indict me |
| Cause fish scales in my veins like a Pisces |
| The Pyrex pot roll up my sleeves |
| Turn one into two like a Siamese twin when it end |
| Imma stand as a man never dying on my knees |
| Last of a dying breed |
| So let the champagne pop |
| I partied for a while now I’m back to the block |
| And I’m getting it I’m getting it |
| I ain’t talking about it, I’m living it |
| I’m getting it, straight getting it |
| Get get get get get get get it boy |
| (Don't waste your time, fighting the law, state your voice, and you’ll |
| understand) |
| Get it boy |