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Talib Kweli ft. Cocoa Brovaz- GUN MUSIC
(Some Jibberish)
Talib Kweli
Now..If I'm out of town my crew take of your bodies the more the merrier
Point and spray the area
is quick to bury you
Punk feel inferior
Guns make us superior
Cats start acting scarier
Situations get hairier, yo
You know who killing it, saying they militant
The only blood in the street is when the government spilling it
You could have a hand gun or a cannon
And you still softer than Dannon
Without the knowledge and wisdom and understanding of
A .22 (derringer)
A .38 (long)
A .44 (desert E's)
A Glock Nine (come on)
Time to protect the fam I'ma c*ck mine (see what I mean?)
I make the streets run red like a stop sign stop lying
Hook
Co Coi Coi Clak Clak Clak Clak Clak
Gun man music never take shot back (Oh)
Co Coi Coi Clak Clak Clak Clak Clak (Come On)
Ghetto Red Hot 'round the world you hear that (oh oh oh come on)
Co Coi Coi Clack Clak Clak Clak Clak
Gun man youth never take shot back (Yes)(Brooklyn)
Co Coi Coi Clak Clak Clak Clak Clak
Ghetto red hot 'round the world you hear that
In Jamaica (Kingston), In Brooklyn (Flatbush), In Ethiopia (Yep)
We Go There and Back (Come On)
To all my real live soldier cats where you at
Dogs don't hold them back
Those the cats that go get strapped to blow 'em back
Talib Kweli
You could be whoever, a black panther or lap dancer
When respect is the question folks coming with the gat answer
Shoot at your feet like spider,make you a tap dancer
What am I amusing to you?
You better have that answer
Toys for guns, I got guns for toys
Silencers bring the heat without bringing the noise
Bringing the funk of dead bodies, go ahead bring in your boys
You'll see the soul of black folk like W.E.B. DuBois
Israelies got tanks and Palestinians got rocks
Inmates got shanks and dirty cops they got glocks
We got tribes in Africa that listen to 'Pac
Fighting with brothers who pump Biggie like they live on the block
Hook
Cocoa Brovaz
These are the tools of the trade
That we use to get paid
When we cruise on escapades
And escalades with guns to blaze
We been this ways since the younger days
Safe from the hunger pains
Pop Bang when the trouble came
Pioneers of gun slang
Supply you with them things
A little something, something
Set fire to the game
My system be th*mping
Co Coi Coi! the sales of guns busting
Co Coi Coi! your heart just start pumping
Talib Kweli
From .22s (derringer)
And .38s (long)
And .44s (desert E's)
And Glock Nines (come on)
Time to protect the fam I'ma c*ck mine (see what I mean?)
I make the streets run red like a stop sign stop lying
Gun Music y'all
