Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You're Gonna Get Yours, artist - Public Enemy. Album song Power To The People And The Beats - Public Enemy's Greatest Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
You're Gonna Get Yours |
In this corner with the 98 |
Subject of suckers object of hate |
Who’s the one some think is great |
I’m that one, son of a gun |
Drivin’by, wavin’my fist |
Makin''em mad when I’m goin’like this |
Top gun, never on the run |
They know not to come cause they all get some |
Goin’quicker in the speedin’lane |
Jealous can’t do it and it’s causin’them pain |
Out the window, middle finger for all |
Jealous at my ride, stereo and blackwalls |
Suckers got the nerve and gall |
To talk 'bout my car when they’re walkin’tall |
Pullin’away, every day |
Leavin’you in the dust |
So you know I get paid, on the mile ego trip |
And 5-o tailin’on my tip |
Watch me burn rubber, fall in my flame |
This episode always is the same |
Seein’no comp comin’like I’m blind |
All left back, tailin’my behind |
I go faster cops try to shoot me They’ll get theirs when they try to get me |
I’ll let go, my turbo |
Run, I’m in the river cause they’re movin’too slow |
Laughin’hard at their attempt |
So what if the judge charged me contempt |
I’d rub my boomerang, feelin’proud |
And I wouldn’t even hear them cause my radio’s loud |
Cruisin’down the boulevard |
treated like a superstar |
You know the time so don’t look hard |
Get with it, the ultimate homeboy car |
All you suckers in the other ride |
When I’m comin’get to the side |
My 98 is tough to chase |
If you’re on my tail, better watch my face |
Smoke is comin’when I burn |
Rubber when my wheels turn |
Tinted windows, super bad |
Lookin’like the car the Green Hornet had |
It’s the reason I’m ahead of the pack |
It’s the reason I left them back |
It’s the reason all the people say |
My 98-O blows 'em all away |
Understand, I don’t drive drunk |
My 98's fly, I don’t drive no junk |
No cop gotta a right to call me a punk |
Take his ticket, go to hell and stick it Pull me on a kick but, line up, times up This government needs a tune up I don’t even know what happenin', what’s up Gun in my chest, I’m under arrest |
Sidewalk suckered wanted to spill me So I got my crew and posse |
Step outside, got in my ride |
Drove them around, looked around town |
Caught I’m out there cold, ran I’m over and down |
They didn’t get me, that’s the truth |
Cause my 98-O is bullet proof |