Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get You By, artist - La Coka Nostra. Album song A Brand You Can Trust, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.07.2009
Record label: Suburban Noize
Song language: English
Get You By |
| I walk the hills, I had to climb with these legs of my own |
| My hard days and dark nights put my head in the zone |
| Hustled for blood money, left my wife pregnant at home |
| We’re on the television, everyone’s regularly stoned |
| I flash back to a 70's song in a Volare with mom |
| Picture the future seeing everything gone |
| My wife is asking me, «Is anything wrong? |
| I tell her, «Erica, everything is. |
| You better be strong.» |
| America, where I was born, city blocks are where I was raised |
| I seed from the land of the greed, home of the craze |
| I never run, I’m unafraid, I’m known to be brave |
| Till my bitch dig me a ditch and she stone me a grave |
| Seven weeks in utero, you grow and don’t be a slave |
| Just build your hunger and your power from your loneliest days |
| There were many before me who molded me and showed me the way |
| But I’m my own man, there’s nobody that told me to say what I |
| Hate will fuel your rage |
| Drugs will get you high |
| Money buys respect |
| Love will get you by |
| It’s the Highland Samurai with the violent devil eye |
| Semper Fi qualified, sing your ass a lullaby |
| Rockaby, do or die, true Jedi status |
| You wanna learn to skywalk? |
| Bitch come get at us |
| Dolomite, cenobite, canonite, fahrenheit, satellite |
| Mr. White got a light, do the right from your seeds to the block |
| Trooper with the future shock |
| Fumigate the paradox, illuminate the orthodox |
| I feel the devil in my eyes, I see em in Hell next |
| I sniff and I sell death, walking up twelve steps |
| I live rock bottom with bitches that sell sex |
| This ice cold world has got me vicious and selfish |
| Danny Man got a plan, Taliban outta hand |
| Pakistan to Japan, Darvocet, Percodan |
| Over stand fifty grand, Krugerrand who’s the man? |
| Dapper Dan, Uncle Sam, bitch he never gave a damn |
| I walk amongst the reptilians and leather-skinned aliens |
| On inner-stellar chariots, post-apocalyptic gladiators |
| My electrons are Teflon, my protons are Tech Nines |
| My neutrons will shoot your motherfucking heads gone |
| They form molecules that move like death squads |
| That kidnap American tourists and make bombs |
| Standing at the gates of Heaven waiting to face God |
| Take part in criminology like Raekwon |
| We those killers that don’t blink |
| The world’s mostly billions that don’t think |
| Controlled by the Skull And Bones triple six |
| Listen kid, the day the nuclear missile hit |
| Where were you? |
| Probably taking a shit |
| While the sky hailed mountain-sized comets |
| And planet-shattering lightning |
| Gigantic fragments of ice like what the Titanic collided with |
| Society is not civilization, technology is Satan |
| In the hands of devil worshipers that praise him |