Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wrongplace, artist - Del The Funky Homosapien. Album song The Best Of Del Tha Funkee Homosapien [The Elektra Years]: The B-Boy Handbook, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.02.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Elektra, Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
Wrongplace |
I writes rhymes for rehearsal |
but first chill |
I gotta little story to tell ya how I almost caught a bad one |
add one to the list of 2,000 and 1 |
stupid things to do |
I had crew when they stepped at a party |
hardly even known I own a Smith &Wesson |
but it’s resting at home |
in a shoe box |
they see crews jock |
so they wanna step and test the rep I got |
I said 'Wait a second, |
check inside my coat for a shank' |
they must be imagining that I’m money in the bank |
they’ll get spanked |
cause I’m not the nigga |
I got bigga brothers waiting in the bushes |
to mush kids |
I talk when I wanna talk |
never silence |
violence erupts when I clown ya catch a beat down ya cause I never back away from niggas |
even if you gotta pistol |
I dare ya pull the trigga |
but that’s suicide |
either you must die |
or I must |
so why bust me cause I’m guilty |
of being in the wrong place |
at the wrong time |
comin’at ya in the wrong state of mind |
I’m now in a hurry |
a pow when a flurry |
of bullets come speeding by I needn’t die |
I gotta make tracks &take back my words |
I eat 'em |
cause everybody knows I didn’t beat 'em… |
Being in the wrong place at the wrong time |
I’m out on the town |
I don’t frown at people |
cause they tend to get offended |
and then the heat will |
be on my ass |
I got class |
never out of line, cause |
I’m standing here without a nine |
pistols I wish will not blast me TAZ be circlin’corners |
lookin’for Warners |
you know the Brothers |
me &you |
we didn’t do shit |
but we get hassled |
because we crew &we rollin' |
this is my car |
it isn’t stollen |
I hope you catch a slug |
straight in your colon |
when ya walkin’the beat |
I bet ya gotta sheet hangin’up in ya closet |
phuck this law shit |
but there is two laws to follow, you know |
there is laws of the city |
and there’s laws of the ghetto |
I go to clubs with a smile on my face |
just in case niggas look &wanna whyle in the place |
cause of jealousy |
Del is me only me niggas walkin’in poppin’shit |
that’s who the phonies be peep it one night |
and you’ll see it it’s quite clear |
since we all know now |
that’s why we’re |
never in the wrong place @ the wrong time! |
Damn, I hate cops! |
I need to bust they chops |
always gettin’props for the niggas they pop |
peep, |
I smoke weed |
get weeded |
cause I need it to calm my nerves before a pig get bleeded |
I got busted for less than a gram of hash |
they wanna cram my ass |
in the slammer |
that punk po-po |
bringin’back hash from Amsterdam is a no-no |
I didn’t know they would catch me punk mutt fetch me stretched me out at Customs |
gotta bust 'em |
I can’t call it they found it in my wallet |
now Customs got me and I just can’t stall it I wish they would leave me alone |
dog lookin’at me like |
feed me a bone |
he might bite me very likely |
they had to strike me with a fine or time |
I said fine |
mines was 500 bones |
for a gram of hash |
my mind was blown |
come back to Michigan |
so we can pitch again |
federal offense |
now I better go &convince the judge… |