Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Beautiful Noise , by - The Diplomats. Release date: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
Beautiful Noise |
| My homey Cash, well he gone for five |
| Send my prayers, do your thing, I’ll be going for mine |
| Shit, we live life to the fullest |
| Three hundred and sixty five nights on the strike, that’s a bullet |
| Shit, and uncle Ricky got a month and some change |
| And it feels like the garbage truck just dumping the pain |
| All on my shoulders, I’m warning my soldiers |
| The nights could get chilly, but the morning’s much colder |
| I’ve seen summers get cold |
| And niggaz do it up until the point they done and the fold |
| They can’t succumb to the cold |
| Those of frostbitten, up north sitting, just like some fucking lost kittens |
| They get locked up for carrying boy |
| Doing time underground up in Marion, boy |
| Shit, I respect you |
| You do your time like Gotti, and come home like that Marion boy |
| You got weed? |
| Smoke it, You got dice? |
| Roll it You got guns? |
| Shoot it, You got a ho? |
| Stroke it You got money? |
| Spend it, You got cars? |
| Whip 'em |
| You caught a bid? |
| Do it, You got kids? |
| Love 'em, hug 'em |
| I gotta keep striving, I gotta keep moving, I gotta keep grinding |
| If this was the road, and I was a trucker, then shit man, I gotta keep driving |
| Through the lies and deception, had to ride through neglection |
| I’m an insomniac, up all night, pops and moms was an addict, shit |
| My puffing scums is a habit |
| I need me a contingency plan, my pops with the syringe in his hand |
| He was leaning and nodding |
| Uncle Ricky your mission is like Afeni was Robin |
| Shit, you should’ve seen the apartment |
| All I ever wanted was franks and beans I was starving |
| Crack fiends on the carpet, shit |
| But if it wasn’t for grandma |
| I swear I’m in love with my grandma |
| That’s why I only does it for grandma |
| That’s when I roll in the street |
| I pray she covers me from the crown of my head, to the sole of my feet |
| I figured its means as a minor, huh |
| Look at the foods ad fibers |
| The dude with the cubes will snipe ya More tools then snider |
| Exclusive writer |
| The jewels are fire |
| I learned don’t fool with rider from pop |
| I don’t need a gun, just a screwdriver |
| Two tires, two pliers, a wrench and a few wires, shit |
| I take it all from the buyers |
| Bonfire, all from a lighter, call me «Macgyver» |
| Need a rehab I’ll call up Shania |
| Bitch hungry, good, we gonna stall in papaya |
| Take your recession special, yeah you less then special |
| Me and Jim Jones, extra special |
| Check it, Dre to Snoop, Gotti to Ja Dame to Jigga, Puff to Big, D n’Y |
| Doggy you next up, get your respect up Or a vest can’t protect you when I hit you in your chest, duck |
| The big heads done pushed me You gotta be sex: dickheads is pussy, killa |
| I bring the hammers to the gunfight |
| One night stand, only standing for one night |
| Doggy, cause when it come to that cash |
| No homo, I will jump in that ass, jump and I flash |
| Then jump in that jag, jumpsuit |
| Jump back from the coroner, I have you jump in that bag |
| Come with that cash |