Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Stand, artist - The Coup. Album song Pick A Bigger Weapon, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.04.2006
Record label: Epitaph
Song language: English
The Stand |
| This is the place where I take my stand |
| Take my stick and draw a line in the sand |
| Show my hand, initiate the actions planned |
| Now meet the rubber on my shoe or meet my fuckin demands |
| Here’s the place where I take my stand |
| Take my stick and draw a line in the sand |
| Show my hand, initiate the actions planned |
| Now gimme time for assault or gimme back my clams |
| As saltwater drips from my oculars |
| I got the urge to just squeeze on the Glock and burst |
| My fingertips wipe away my teardrops, I curse |
| You diggin in my purse, so may you rock a hearse |
| This feeling’s popular, cause people’s kids need socks and shirts |
| And if you po' you get woped the worst |
| Hopes of Hollywood endings without plot the first |
| Be happy all I did so far is drop a verse |
| See I’m old school, like coke lines and LP covers |
| Learned how to hustle then run when the heat hovers |
| Fist to my heart, warm embrace how I greet others |
| Cookin with no lights make my +Fishburne+ like _Deep Cover_ |
| Keep cover cause I’m fin’sta spray |
| I go from sun up to sun down and miss the day |
| You been sayin for months that you gon' fix my pay |
| While the hours of my life get pissed away |
| Weed and dope, speed and hope |
| When we bleedin broke, we get keyed and cope |
| When ecstasy pills don’t stop SBC bills |
| We get all depressed like we need a rope |
| Poundin walls, cain’t handle it |
| Ten days with the candles lit |
| When the fridge cheese green and the pocket cheese silver |
| Ain’t no hustle too scandalous |
| And I’m a champion, at runnin my mouth |
| But I’ll be campin if I’m kicked out the house |
| So here’s my anthem sing it to the music or shout |
| I forfeit the rat race to start the 12 round bout |
| I got your damn IOU in my hand |
| Thankin of things I can do with two grand |
| But I’mma light it with a Bic then use it as a wick |
| To burn your shit down cause I’m through with you man |
| Less you pay me |
| Mama, never raised no punks, now |
| Brawlin but not crawlin |
| Time to put my all in |
| Mama, never raised no punks, now |
| Brawlin but not crawlin |
| We starvin but y’all ballin |