Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Runfayalife, artist - Spearhead. Album song Home, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1993
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Capitol Catalog
Song language: English
Runfayalife |
Police in the city |
is shuttin all the clubs down |
it’s lookin like a ghost town |
ya know Mary- what we gotta do? |
Hell Yeah! |
we gotta go underground |
To da place -from which we all came from |
house parties-they was always fun |
remember tryin to rig a sound system |
everybody- would bring a donation |
when we needed- to get a turn table |
my man Zulu |
would borrow one from aunt Mable |
set it up in the corner- |
turn the lights down until the mornin' |
But the party ain’t started till the speaker’s blown |
NO! |
NO! |
NO! |
Run fa ya life! |
The party ain’t started 'till the speaker’s blown |
While he was settin up camp |
someone else would bring a home stereo amp |
with a note from they mama- |
don’t turn it up loud or it’s a goner |
sorry mama- there’s no chance |
cause if the shit ain’t bumpin' |
people ain’t gonna dance |
know what I’m sayin'(Turn that shit up) |
everybody in the place would bring a few speakers |
string em all togetha like they was sneakers |
and say a prayer- before we turn it on hopin that the amp- wouldn’t get blown. |
I asked Mary watcha think of it now we need a D.J. |
to work this shit |
so everybody- would bring a few singles- get |
the beat bumpin |
and then start to mingle |
Every woman every man wanna move dem feet |
every woman every man love a Spearhead beat! |
Every brother and every sister |
would pay respect up to the ancestors |
we would dance and we would celebrate |
even though we live in a police state |
then the pigs- would try to make a statement |
with a ticket- for noise abatement |
but we kept it pumpin'-till the braekadawn |
then we told the cops |
they gotta break the door down |
and today -across the nation- don’t ya know |
it’s the same situation |
alotta cities lookin like a ghost town |
but the house party will never be shut down |
no no no! |
Every woman every man wanna move dem feet |
every woman every man love a Spearhead beat! |
This one’s dedicated to all the DJ’s, rappers, |
Promoters, producers who continue to throw |
jams in the face of adversity. |
Peace |
Peace to the informal nation. |
Word Up! |