Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rome, artist - Looptroop Rockers. Album song Good Things, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.04.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: David vs Goliath
Song language: English
Rome |
The city never sleeps, cause everybody’s sniffing coke |
Entertainment’s slipping up and down on the strippers pole |
The city’s far from cheap, so get the fuck out if you’re broke |
They ain’t fighting poverty, they declared a war on the poor |
And, who’s coming out up on top, you reckon |
When gentrification’s such a powerful weapon |
Get the steppin ghettos burning the hours are ticking away |
24 a day, a hundred lives a second |
They got people competitive, running the race |
I see the people afraid to live, what a disgrace |
They put a literal or figurative gun in your face |
When singing something gotta give, need more money to waste |
They cock, load, aim it steadily |
Rock, roll the game is deadly |
Somebody please tell the world, the race is lost all ready |
Put it in reverse and break north already |
When in Rome, we don’t do as the romans |
Ain’t no love man I’m through with the romance |
See the blood on my hands and my shoulders |
Can’t stop now, I’m reloaded |
Many roam they have no homes |
The beat is pure evil, for our evillous deeds |
When in Rome, we bun down Rome |
Signed and sealed the devious G’s |
When in Rome, bun down Rome |
My nose i numb in vice city |
We hungry for more pretty, little |
Fun, with her titties out |
Some of us figured out |
Who wants an inconvenient truth |
We’re you can get a Cadillac coup |
A six pack on the stoop a highspeed |
Connection and a white line fever |
Sneaker collection, look at my Adidas |
We don’t worry much, man, we like that reefer |
Don’t matter much if our lives is dictated by Ceasar |
I got the game on a big screen |
Accompanied by Jack or Jim Bean |
Unless I finish up my sixteen |
You call it ignorant, I call it distracted |
Yeah, put out my cigarette and throw out the ashes |
Hate that I learned to love this sickness, since I was born |
That’s what my teacher called the Stockholm Syndrome |
But I’m addicted, and I’m heading out the door |
Man, you get the picture, can’t stand being bored |
I want more, I want more |
Let’s go, now |
When in Rome, we don’t do as the romans |
Ain’t no love, and I’m through with the romance |
See the blood on my hand and my shoulders |
Can’t stop now, I’m reloaded |
Men in Rome, don’t have no homes |
The beat is pure evil, for our evillous deeds |
When in Rome, we bun down Rome |
Sign and sealed the devious G’s |
When in Rome, bun down Rome |
A symphony of cars keep playing their horns |
To accompany the never ending roar outside my door |
Where the long arm of the law |
Banging its drumsticks the young kids are in an uproar |
Ha, now, that’s the rhythm of the inner city |
Gun shot a loud, scream another victim of no pity |
And we can split the profit fifty-fifty |
Ain’t no way to go against the flow, it’s better getting with it |
But the artories is congested in Metropolis |
We’re the zombie’s peeking out through the cracks in their sarcophagus |
And corporate vandals invade public space |
If you want to contribute, better cover your face |
Cause they got you on camera, but no one care any more |
We gotta give them our rights to fight this unholy war on terror |
So we all hummin along |
That of key melody that familiar song |
Like. |
When in Rome, we don’t do as the romans |
Ain’t no love, and I’m through with the romance |
See the blood on my hand and my shoulders |
Can’t stop now, I’m reloaded |
Men in Rome, don’t have no homes |
The beat is pure evil, for our evillous deeds |
When in Rome, we bun down Rome |
Sign and sealed the devious G’s |