Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dirty Water , by - Lecrae. Song from the album Anomaly, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 08.09.2014
Record label: Reach
Song language: English
Dirty Water |
| Hold up, Hold up, Hold up |
| Y’all gone get me bowed up |
| When that beat hit it’s like three kicks in |
| Yo knees up to yo nose, huh |
| You knows us |
| Un-a-shamed, Uno Uno Seis (whoa) |
| Tatted on my skin, all up in yo face (whoa) |
| If I ain’t 'bout that life, then I ain’t really livin' |
| But if you can’t see my light then maybe I ain’t in it |
| Champagne, champagne, celebratin' my campaign |
| I just dug a well in West Africa |
| But how many of my friends is Afri-can, huh? |
| No habla español (nope) |
| Just show me tu baño |
| Ain’t tryna get to know you, I’m too busy readin' Daniel (woo!) |
| Most segregated time of day is Sunday service (My Lawd) |
| Now what you think that say about the God you worship? |
| (ok) |
| First of all, I know it ain’t a song that’s gone change the world |
| There’s no way |
| It’s not a guilt trip, it’s a field trip that’s gonna last more than one day |
| What you thought, huh? |
| Faith ain’t 'bout no soft stuff |
| I heard you just went overseas, now come back home and boss up |
| Buy a bottle for a fee (for a fee) dirty water |
| Bodies floatin' in the sea (in the sea) dirty water |
| Blood flowin' from the ground, dirty water |
| Dirty water |
| Buy a bottle for a fee (for a fee) dirty water |
| Bodies floatin' in the sea (in the sea) dirty water |
| Blood flowin' from the ground, dirty water |
| Ain’t no filters in this town, dir-dir-dirty water |
| Worthless, worthless, 400 years we done heard that |
| My family came here on slaves ships |
| Some herd cattle, some herd blacks (woo!) |
| I know some of y’all done heard that |
| My kin was treated less than men (whoa) |
| That’s why we raised to hate each other, cause we hate our skin |
| Lies you told about yourself that you don’t realize (Like what?) |
| Must be a thief, she locked the doors when I was walking by (whoa) |
| They must be whores cause the master rapes 'em and leaves the child |
| So deadbeat daddy was taught to me way before my time |
| Now we extreme, buying fancy things like gold chains |
| Just pretty shackles, we still enslaved |
| Put 'em round ya neck, cause we still hangin' |
| Hood preacher told 'em they should live as kings (kin-kings) |
| You call 'em devil, he fightin' for self-esteem (Think about it) |
| It’s hard to dream when yo water ain’t clean |
| Now look at Lucifer scheme us out of being a team (whoa) |
| Blood in the ocean to these African streams |
| This dirty water ain’t nothin' we haven’t seen |