Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bulletproof Love, artist - Adrian Younge. Date of issue: 06.10.2016
Song language: English
Bulletproof Love |
| Man it is what it is, |
| Can’t understand a man if you ain’t lived what he lived |
| Roaches in the crib, Ain’t got no food up in the fridge |
| Plus the crime running' rampant and it’s screwing up the kids |
| Sway, admit — What kind of paradise is this? |
| I just want some 40 acres and some carats on the wrist |
| But these snakes is tryna gather in the pit |
| Where you get a cottonmouth plucking' ashes off the clip |
| Off the rip, now a challenger exists |
| And he bulletproof, shoot, what kind of caliber is this? |
| Got thugs in the store with the barrel on your lips |
| Sayin' «empty out the drawer» before he pound you with the grip |
| Lord, who to call when no one obeys the law |
| And there ain’t no Iron Man that can come and save us all? |
| Power to the people and Luke Cage the cause |
| And the cops got it wrong, We don’t think Cage involved |
| Look, dog, a hero never had one |
| Already took Malcolm and Martin this is the last one |
| I beg your pardon, somebody pulling' a fast one |
| And now we got a hero for hire and he a black one |
| And bullet-hole hoodies is the fashion |
| We in Harlem’s Paradise tell the captain |
| That I’m about to trade the mic for a magnum |
| Yeah, cause this is bulletproof love |
| And you already know what a bulletproof does |
| So you can take it from a bulletproof thug |
| The hood got his back, dog |