Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nothing To Lose, artist - K'NAAN. Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Song language: English
Nothing To Lose |
| Uh, someone called the cops on him |
| Someone told his pops on him |
| He was talking crooked and he had some rocks on him |
| Tucked, tucked in his socks' corner |
| Chucks, chucks and the Charlotte Hornet |
| Cap, when he flowed then they all surprised on him |
| Yes, he’s a Fugee but he go all Nas on ‘em |
| Well, can’t go Pras on ‘em |
| And he got that crossover |
| But he from the streets you don’t cross over |
| Hut, hut to the block soldiers |
| Buck, buck to the cop vultures |
| Nope, no I don’t know pilots |
| Nigga I know pirates |
| Violence the islands |
| Shout out to my idrens |
| Put your hands up like it’s a mother fuckin' siren |
| Well, I paid all my dues |
| Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah |
| Shone a million shoes |
| Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah |
| ‘Cause when you got nothing left |
| Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah |
| You got nothing to lose |
| Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah |
| I used to stand on Vernon and 10 |
| Burnin' a spliff burner on hip |
| Wishing to flip a bird, yac burning my chest |
| Black certainly I’m dressed |
| Strictly that army shit |
| Finish my shift |
| Pack gone before the dawn hit |
| Anything I could earn on the strip |
| Turn it and flip |
| Watching my back |
| Cooking the pot |
| Making it stretch |
| Discussing with' my clique |
| Should we duct tape the connect |
| It’s rough and K’naan knows |
| He had the same woes |
| I’m voicing my opinions |
| I forgot y’all was there |
| I ain’t know y’all was still listenin' |
| Be honest I ain’t care |
| Y’all don’t get my innuendos my interests |
| Y’all on some simple shit |
| Thinking I’m preachy |
| Yeah my church is the world |
| Christians sip a cup of this holy water |
| Stuck at this phony border |
| It’s custom to enter the main stream |
| You must front and record |
| A poorer oratory |
| Your life story corny |
| Yo, my Somali niggas know what war be |
| We fam' |
| Remember when niggas said Nas was Somalian |
| Baseball caps had the tags, like a yardie and |
| It was written just came out, I was gnarly then |
| Niggas dreaded seein' me like a Rastafarian |
| We didn’t know the dress code though we was bargainers |
| The knock off Filas, with the pumps and cheap cardigans |
| Niggas looked corny I admit, we was foreigners |
| But this corny kid, quick to send you to the coroners |
| Y’all know my war story, I won’t repeat it |
| It’s just injury, my victory’s undefeated |
| Thought you knew me well, go back and delete it |
| I’m in every joint this year, Orthopedic |
| And yes the AK’s are instruments we do drum ‘em |
| I’m somewhere between killa and king Solomon |
| And the shades take half the face we over stun ‘em |
| And treat obstacles like ass we overcome ‘em |
| Man, they really made me do this |
| I was peaceful like a Buddhist |
| But then niggas came and screwed it up like Judas |
| Now I’m suited up with Lugers |
| Rugers suddenly intruders |
| Turn around like hoola hoopers |
| Fucking losers |
| This one’s for the world |
| This one’s for your girl |
| This one’s for your mama |
| This one’s for your nana |