Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talkin' The Truth, artist - Long Beach Dub Allstars. Album song Wonders Of The World, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 31.12.2000
Record label: Skg
Song language: English
Talkin' The Truth |
| We’re gonna tell you what them drugs can do |
| They’ll fuck your life in a minute or two |
| If you keep it up, you’ll be finishing through |
| Opie, Ras, and Paulie always talkin' the truth |
| Paulie: |
| Me see 'em on the street |
| Boy, what a shame |
| You all cracked up |
| Man, you lost all your game |
| 3 weeks in a row |
| You’ll be wearing the same clothes |
| Stink so bad |
| The smell be wrinklin' up me nose |
| Man, what at one |
| Drugs on your mark |
| Revert all your sold |
| All the furniture you had |
| Down at the pawn shop |
| Scream in a scroungin' |
| Ingest the tweak |
| And your heart starts pounding |
| Crap head, boy |
| Them a smoke of a mountain |
| Opie: |
| Night is the time when you should be asleep |
| No walking around and tweaking on the street |
| You look down town, you know what I mean |
| You see them strange people and them take speed |
| We no pirate, we no bad man |
| A one thing I know, the tweak will make you sad |
| Stick with your actions and you’ll end up in rehab |
| Paulie: |
| Yo, them of always heard |
| Them a smoke tweak |
| Them fast a deal |
| Them a make a profit |
| Me stick to me Guinness and me stick to me spliff |
| Cause me no wanna end up like a zombie on the street |
| Me see it everyday |
| In it I my face |
| A whole generation |
| Lost out without a trace |
| Caught on the plastic |
| Boy, what a waste |
| Oh, mass a God, a petty in all them fiez |
| Paulie: |
| Them collect bottles |
| Them collect charms |
| Some will sell anything |
| And get in on the pants |
| Them a leave daddy |
| No laugh in a funny |
| Could’ve been a sittin' |
| On your daddy or your mommy |
| We speak of Philly hood |
| Tell them the truth |
| Fuck with the speed |
| And the devil does a dead |
| Ras-1: |
| Lips on the pipe |
| Up all night |
| Starin' at an engine' |
| With a flashlight |
| Then I start to take apart my VCR |
| 20 projects goin' cause I’m tweakin' so hard |
| Pullin' out my hair, pickin' out my skin |
| Lose a couple teeth, but I’m not trippin' |
| Just when I thought I was head of the game |
| Wake in a rehab with Rick James |
| Didn’t even see that I was slippin' |
| 2 years in another backyard wrenchin' |
| Next thing I know I’m on heroin |
| I woulda been better off just smokin' |
| Ras-1: Choona |
| Opie: Hona, still stick to the weed man |
| Ras-1: I ain’t trippin', Opie. |
| Got some weed, Paulie? |
| Paulie: Brooklyn’s best kid! |
| And you know that, man |
| Guinness and the ganja |
| That kyamboron… |