K'Naan
앨범 : Country, God Or The...

[Verse 1: Knaan]
Someone called the cops on him
Someone told his pops on him
He was talkin crooked
And he had some rocks on him
Tucked, tucked in his sockss corner
Chucks, chucks and the Charlotte Hornet
Cap when he ‘flow
Then they all surprised on him
Yes hes a fugee
But he go all Nas on ‘em
Well cant go pras on ‘em
And he got that crossover
But he from the streets
You dont cross over
Hut, hut to the block soldiers
Buck, buck to the cop vultures
Nope, no I dont know pilots
Uh, nigga I know pirates
Violence the islands
Shout out to my idrens
Put your hands up
Like its a motherfuckin siren
[Hook]
Well I paid all my dues
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Shone a million shoes
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Cause when you got nothing left
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
You got nothing to lose
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
[Verse 2: Nas]
I used to stand on Vernon and 10
Burnin a spliff burner on hip
Wishing to flip a bird
Yac burning my chest
Black certainly Im dressed
Strictly that army shit
Finish my shift
Pack gone before the dawn hit
Anything I could earn on the strip
Turn it and flip
Watching my back
Cooking that pot
Making it stretch
Discussing with my cliq
Should we duct tape the connect
Its rough and Knaan knows
He had the same woes
Im voicing my opinions
I forgot yall was there
I aint know yall was still listenin
Be honest I aint care
Yall dont get my innuendos my interests
Yall on some simple shit
Thinking Im preachy
Yeah, my church is the world
Christians sip a cup of this holy water
Stuck at this phony border
Its custom to enter the main stream
You must front and record
A poorer oratory
Your life story corny
Yo, my Somali niggas know what war be
[Hook]
Well I paid all my dues (paid my dues)
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Shone a million shoes
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Cause when you got nothing left
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
You got nothing to lose
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
[Verse 3: Knaan]
Remember when niggas said Nas was Somalian
Baseball cap had the tags
Like a yardie and it was written just came out
I was gnarly then
Niggas dreaded seeing me like a Rastafarian
We didnt know the dresscode though
We was bargainers
The knock off filas with the pumps and cheap cardigans
Niggas looked corny I admit
We was foreigners but this corny kid
Quick send you to the coroners
Yall know my war story
I wont repeat it
Its just injury
My victorys undefeated
Thought you knew me well
Go back and delete it
Im in every joint this year
Orthopedic and yes the AKs are instruments
We do drum ‘em
Im somewhere between killa and king Solomon
And the shades take half the face
We over stun ‘em and treat obstacles like ass
We overcome ‘em
Man, they really made me do this
I was peaceful like a Buddhist
But then niggas came
And screwed it up like Judas
Now Im suited up with Lugers, Rugers suddenly intruders
Turn around like hoola hoopers
Fucking losers
[Hook]
Well I paid all my dues
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Shone a million shoes
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Cause when you got nothing left
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
You got nothing to lose
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
[Outro]
This ones for the world
This ones for your girl
This ones for your Mama
This ones for your Nana
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