Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dog Day Afternoon, artist - Promoe. Album song The Long Distance Runner, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.03.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Burning Heart, David vs. Goliath
Song language: English
Dog Day Afternoon |
Good morning, boys and girls |
It’s a new day, what we call the morning after |
Ain’t nothing changed, though |
Still the same war, yer' head feelin like it exploded last night, right |
Verse 1: (Promoe) |
All of the people can’t be alright all of the time they tell me |
But some people seem to have a right to have it all |
All of my people let’s unite right now |
Don’t follow Babylon system because they’re capitalistic cannibals |
I’m callin' for equal rights and justice just like the teacher Peter Tosh did |
Tryin' to reach my people in the mush pit at the festivals |
Or at the clubs, the cars, the parks, at homes ' wherever you choose to roam |
Promoe on the microphone, don’t care if I’m right or no I just shoot the foam |
Don’t know if it’s night or afternoon, but I know it’s the morning after soon |
And I know I’m gonna pass out soon, too fast too soon, bring me back the tune |
So I can vibe all night like there’s no tomorrow |
Come with me on a flight, leave this world so shallow |
Piece of the pie, keys of the ride, E’s for the high, dime piece on the side |
That’s what they all want ain’t’s it, y’all gon' feel it morning after, |
no more laughter |
Work in iniquity and we think we are free |
Just because we can’t see, the chorus sing it with me! |
Chorus: (Promoe & Rantoboko) |
Oh yes |
— It's been a hard day’s night now it’s a dog day afternoon |
I’m so tired of the world right now |
— It's been a hard day’s night now it’s a dog day afternoon |
Never wanna wake up no more |
— It's been a hard day’s night now it’s a dog day afternoon |
Just wanna take it easy |
— I am with the people when the world unites… |
Verse 2: (Timbuktu) |
No peace ' no justice, they’re restless, don’t need get busted for questions |
Seek and trust in affection, plus keep in touch with the checks and |
People wieldin' weapons at each other to keep it covered |
And keep it comin', the power that be just wanna see the numbers |
Would probably eat their mothers, don’t really speak to others |
Just sit back and watch people fall into deeper slumbers |
Of money and materialistic shit |
That’s unequally distributed |
And the things that we’re willing to risk for it, to just get a whiff of it |
Ride around town in a crispy whip, get a pretty chick to kiss my lip |
I want every day to be like a festival, I wanna kick back have nothing else to |
do |
But eat cake in the park, drink makers mark, swim around the pool like a mako |
shark |
But what am I gonna make the bacon off? |
And I get no sleep still awake at dawn |
All I wanna do is hold my chest out, all you gonna get is totally stressed out |
Howlin like a Wolf, screaming like Jay Hawkins |
With nightmares of what their dreams might cost them |
Chorus: (Timbuktu & Rantoboko) |
Oh yes |
— It's been a hard day’s night now it’s a dog day afternoon |
Thinkin' of when times get better |
— It's been a hard day’s night now it’s a dog day afternoon |
Pointin' my eyes to the sky |
— It's been a hard day’s night now it’s a dog day afternoon |
And you know |
— I'm chillin' with my people… when the world unites |
Verse 3: (Chords) |
All I hear are clocks tickin', I’m stuck in this hot kitchen |
In the fuckin' wok sizzin', watchin' how the plot thickens |
Watchin' all these cops friskin' little kids for shopliftin' |
Tellin' em to stop, listen! |
Run and check the job listings |
Nah mister, I don’t work for slave wages |
I don’t want my playstation to trade places with a pacemaker |
I just relaxed real cool, sat back looked pass the rules |
You and your pack of fools ruined my afternoon |
I swear these motherfuckers got a hold of me, bloodsuckers controllin' me |
Won’t let go of me, and they throwin' me to the wall, but I fall on my own two |
feet |
Could it be cus I’m rollin' trees and my block smells like potpourri |
With my eyes shot red like the Cyclops in the Odyssey when I go to sleep |
It is cus I don’t hold the grease? |
Fuck that man I flow on beats |
Fuck the man patrollin' streets, cuffin' hands and holdin heat |
I’d rather earn a dollar with a dirty collar |
Workin' the early hours for something worth the bother! |
Chorus: (Chords & Rantoboko) |
Don’t need no 9−5 |
— It's been a hard day’s night now it’s a dog day afternoon |
Not to know that I’m alive |
— It's been a hard day’s night now it’s a dog day afternoon |
See I know that time will fly |
— It's been a had day’s night now it’s a dog day afternoon |
Even if I don’t climb inside, and vibe… |
— Relaxin' with my people when the world unites! |