Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Discipline (Feat. Total), artist - Gang Starr. Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Discipline (Feat. Total) |
| Mmm |
| You gotta hold your head up. |
| Oahh-eahh-oh-ahh, oahh-eahh-oh-ahh |
| Oahh-eahh ahh-ahh |
| Oahh-eahh-oh-ahh-oh-ahh-oh-ahh-ahhhh |
| Oahh-eahh-oh-ahh, oahh-eahh-oh-ahh |
| Oahh-eahh-oh-ahh |
| Yo. |
| just because I want to it don’t mean I will |
| And just because I’m angry it don’t mean I’d kill |
| And just because she looks good it don’t mean I’d hit it |
| And just because I’m horny, it don’t mean I’m widdit |
| Just because I make records, don’t mean that I’m gassed |
| And just because I’m rappin, don’t mean I chase ass |
| Just because I’m whylin don’t mean I can’t stop |
| I got discipline baby, and I use it a lot |
| People, here’s somethin that you should be considerin |
| Things could turn bitter when, you don’t use discipline |
| You might wake up the next day, upset and in fear |
| Buggin out, yappin bout, «How the fuck did I get here? |
| Who the hell is this stranger, starin all in my face?» |
| Now you wishin you hadn’t positioned yourself, in that place |
| Think just in case you shoulda took more precaution |
| A good time can become a nightmare so often |
| Like this nigga I know, that met these chicks on tour |
| They rocked him to sleep, robbed his ass for cash galore |
| Skated off in the night, without a trace or a hint |
| Scheamin tantalizin him, dressed up in lace and shit |
| Caught that kid out there, all high and dumbfounded |
| Made him think he was gettin some pussy |
| He just knew he was gonna pound it |
| Situations like this, will make you think twice |
| That’s why instead of preachin death in my songs, I breathe life |
| Baby won’t you take the time (take the time) |
| Let me know what’s on your mind (your mind) |
| Just because I’m yours don’t make it right |
| (don't make it right) |
| Baby won’t you take the time (bay-bee.) |
| Let me know what’s on your mind (I'm waiting.) |
| Slow down baby now let’s make it right (on your love.) |
| (I like you.) |
| Tycoon thug, he made a ten thousand dollar investment |
| Now he’s not to be messed with, makes the girls get undressed quick |
| He’s on some big muscled chest shit, posted by the exit |
| That’s my man, he’s the owner, yeah he be on some next shit |
| Said we’ll make a few million by the next millenium |
| Told me to keep droppin jewels like a triggerman, puttin lead in him |
| Like Flavor said, I tell these hoes to, kill the noise |
| You know your Pops told you, watch them New York boys |
| All night, the ladies be like up in my mug |
| Tranquilin and trance dancin up in my drug |
| Fly honies, they hold me down like always |
| The same cat that used to get blunted down in the hallways |
| I love the cutie pies, never the doodie pies |
| I got discipline, I want the crew to rise |
| Situations like this’ll make you think twice |
| Instead of preachin death in my songs, I breathe life |
| Baby won’t you take the time (uh-huh) |
| Let me know what’s on your mind (your mind) |
| Just because I’m yours don’t make it right |
| (don't make it right) |
| Baby won’t you take the time (bay-bee.) |
| Let me know what’s on your mind (I'm waiting.) |
| Slow down baby now let’s make it right (on your love.) |
| (I like you.) |
| Ladies, here’s somethin that we should be considerin |
| Things could get bitter when, you don’t use discipline |
| Imaginin yourself livin lavish and plush |
| Hangin with the cat who be spendin cabbage and buyin stuff |
| However, don’t be too clever with your endeavor |
| And don’t let too many men, receive your treasure |
| Most cats, be thinkin with they bozack |
| I admit in the past I was tryin to break these hoes backs |
| Escape, without givin up a dime |
| You know them fly ladies had a good fuckin time |
| Coppin me some Timberland with a jacket to match it |
| Girls nowadays wanna pigeon for chickenscratch |
| And I ain’t givin up nathan |
| Long as my game expands, it’s my discipline to hate 'em |
| Situations like this, will make you think twice |
| That’s why instead of preachin death in my songs, I breathe life |
| And just because I want to it don’t mean I will |
| And just because I’m angry it don’t mean I’d kill |
| And just because she looks good, it don’t mean I’d hit it |
| And just because I’m horny, it don’t mean I’m widdit |
| Just because I make records, don’t mean that I’m gassed |
| And just because I’m rappin, don’t mean I chase ass |
| And just because I’m whylin, don’t mean I can’t stop |
| I got discipline baby whether you do or not |
| Baby won’t you take the time (the time) |
| Let me know what’s on your mind (your mind) |
| Just because I’m yours don’t make it right |
| (just because I’m yours) |
| Baby won’t you take the time (bay-bee.) |
| Let me know what’s on your mind (I'm waiting.) |
| Slow down baby now let’s make it right (on your love.) |
| (I like you.) |