Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Too Much Posse, artist - Public Enemy. Date of issue: 09.02.1987
Song language: English
Too Much Posse |
| All right party people, bust a groove |
| It’s guaranteed to shake your butt and make you move |
| I got a little something fly ass, gonna kick you high |
| It’s not a drive from my little rut |
| It’s not for your earhole that we call a bug |
| Ya know what I’m sayin' |
| Now bust it out |
| There is a lot of people out there |
| That’s building up a force |
| Of course that we call a posse |
| None will be grown when you got to cope and you gall |
| You start up with two |
| And you end up with two thousands by the millions |
| You dig what I’m sayin' |
| Now there’s a lot of posses out there |
| Trying to take over posses |
| And trying to turn those possses |
| Into their posse |
| But when you got too much |
| Like the gear grabbin' such and such |
| Nobody can take yours |
| So they’ll be sweatin' from the paws |
| Trying to take whatcha got |
| They’re so hot from the pot |
| Do they get the bad cold |
| An' those riding with the |
| Ya know what I’m sayin' |
| What do you got to say about this |
| A force so strong that you can’t resist |
| You may as well join 'em — you know you can’t beat 'em |
| Pack a hundred people — ya know ya gonna need 'em |
| Straight with the system is down by law |
| Cause every half hour they get nine more |
| They run all the dollars that come in town |
| So either join the crew or get beat down |
| I watched all the guys be so damn cruel |
| Try to get fast — you must be a fool |
| Blood through and through — the boys don’t play |
| I seen 'em tax and run an operation today |
| They got too — too — too much posse |
| Yeah, I had a party — much people came by |
| I’m talking to a 'g' cause the 'g' real fly |
| Chillin' in my room — chewin' off her ear |
| Chillin' stypid fly — cause I got stupid gear |
| My door kicked open by her man and crew |
| The 'g' turned to me and said, «Who're you?» |
| I said, «Yo fly. |
| Yeah the 'g' lied.» |
| Stuck in the corner while the 'g' cried |
| And then from the back — my homeboys came |
| Wear Uzis and knives and said, «Go blame.» |
| Ya lying ass girl with the fake tears |
| We got a big posse and we show no fears |
| We got too — too — too much posse |
| We got too — too — too much posse |
| Yeah, that’s right |
| And I’m get ready to step off |
| Ya know what I’m sayin' |
| And all you posses out there |
| That’s trying to help posse to posse |
| Yo, we gotta stop that as |
| Scatter your brain from here to White Plains |
| Ya know what I’m sayin' |
| We got the shit that you just can’t fuck with |