Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gotta Get Mine, artist - Born Jamericans. Album song Yardcore, in the genre Регги
Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Bicycle Music Company
Song language: English
Gotta Get Mine |
Mama she used to say, don’t live by your knife |
Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto |
Mama she used to say, morning comes and goes |
Mama she don’t know, I gotta get mine whoah, gotta get mine |
I’m livin in the age of di chronic, 40 ounce & blunts |
the type of dis a women allah know ah stunts |
now I got to wear Versace just to get a gal to watch me |
an it ain’t no sunshine, how can I get mine? |
Why I sell myself for modern day slavery |
now I’m doin' LP’s for 5cent royalties |
Mama can ya save ya son? |
All these leeches over me |
feel like gathering my duns, gettin all our guns |
count it down 3, 2, 1, come down Mad Lion! |
(mad lion) |
yo yo roll a spliff… what, yeah! |
Di night is young, We all got our guns |
who’s down to go commit a robbery? |
A robbery… |
I gotcha block on lock soliciting private stocks of trees |
direct in boat from di West Indies |
Jamaica, experience it just break ya |
smoke it inna ya blunts, Philly leaves are ya paper |
I tell it, into my sensimilla place, my bodega |
here I got all type of flavor |
distribution major, no dealer can match me equal |
niggaz buy my mixes, sell it as dimes to the people |
Mama she used to say, don’t live by your knife |
Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto |
Mama she used to say, morning comes and goes |
Mama she don’t know, I gotta get mine whoah, gotta get mine |
When I was six I recieved my nines as a birthday gift |
pray ya Lord if ya see my nines |
it’s enough to make any grown man cry… |
Now mama nevah tell me policeman would arrest me |
even thought I without catch me an den try ti waan me? |
dey give up? |
swarm me, recruit me to di army guy tell me |
I found out these things by my lonely. |
Well, well |
x amount of things lead to see ya get dead |
livin on dem greed ya get shot, knot dem face |
dem wanna lose dem life an weh say willed argument |
dey body all up pulpit cement, well well. |
? |
get sense in a fuckin situation |
everybody know say I man nev' run from provocation |
the way things are run now the yout up inna possession |
fuck around an us? |
inna point on, black Talon |