Suzi Wants To Be A Rock Star
Hey you!
Luke Skywalker got a Hit-list out
And guess what?
You're on it, sucker!
Ha ha ha ha haha!
Ha ha ha ha haha!
Ha ha ha ha haha!
Drop it!
Land of the Free, you see?
Suzi, is a big county
Singer
She's a hard rock swinger
And what she wants, someone will bring her
It seems that a pimp, Columbo, always surprise her a nice fat jumbo
And she puffs nonstop stimulating her brain
The president to her beat, the street cop
Keeping the brain cells from growing the Black,
But we lack to attack the Crack
When you walk with your back to the Sun
You fight for freedom, with shadows, but now life is in the saddle
To keep Brothers facing the light, showing the long horizon
So you can get clear look at the fight
Now I'm an anti-drug Disciple
Divide by Professor Griff
We were put here to uplift
And explain the damage that Suzi's to our Nation
For example, education
Get off the Snow White too, Suzi
Suzi
Drug Ho!
Got to get this message (Got to go!) to you
Suzi
Drug Ho!
I've just got to get this message (Got to go!) to you
Now, grim like Oliver North did once before
But that ain't saying too much to settle the score
And I did just enough imagining of
Freedom, reigning, politics changing
In the Middle East, to say the least
They import what seeps from this here melody
Snow White tellin' me
What some don't know
As she used a crack pipe all the way to Death Row
Slammer, middle name Crime, with the big guitar
And my civilisation, ain't what it used to be
And pollution of nations
Leaves us with no Salvation
And on top of all of this stuff?
She's got then fiendin'
On every block for miles
And like a slave they're chained to a life of vials
Lookin' to steal to support that high stage
But unawares that undercovers' are being paid
Not to squeal the deal to make the Robe's gold
But the scream of dreams
To sell their own souls
Instead of sharing and caring
And give self-respect
Suzi has to hit to make the country sweat
Drop it, Suzi!
Suzi
Drug Ho!
Got to get this message (Got to go!) to you
Suzi
Drug Ho!
I just got to get this message (Got to go!) to you
They think you're simple
To send a Black child to school
And only teach him about The Golden Rule
But, Professor Griff and The Disciples are not having that
And if you hang around Suzi, you won't learn jack
I'm tired of this garbage
And trying to explain
Don't blame it on yourself
'Cause Suzi is to blame
And if you know what I know
Listen, take heed and try to go far
And let Suzi be a Rockstar
Countrys claim to be aware
Furthermore, addressing nations, but they really don't care
In fact, it was mentioned
To blame it on a Brotherman
By the government,
Who has the upper hand
To control the Soul and the environment
'Cause Suzi's selling it
And kids are buying it
To achieve with ease new sportscars
Suzi hooks the crowd
'Cause she's a Rockstar
Suzi
Drug Ho!
Got to get this message (Got to go!) to you
Suzi
Drug Ho!
I just got to get this message (Got to go!) to you
And from Colombia, comes a supporting cast
And hit the streets real fast
And everybody knew that Suzi was acting up again
Because her children were gettin' fed
Maybe what's she feeding them ain't food
Her children might be gettin' screwed
Behind their backs, Suzi's gettin' paid
And then fronts, by setting up a drug raid
Catchin' the little guys
While the big guys skate
'Cause their in "Good Hands"
Like with Allstate
I've been sworn
By the Oath to stand
To verbally and physically
The one who took a little time
To keep in mind
A better path
So feel the wrath
As I allign
Many who struggle to comprehend just what
The man with the modern instinct is capable of
Wouldn't you love, or can you understand what the plan is?
Maybe this trading stuff's going straight to your head
Pimps, the pushers and suit-and-tie men
Who's lives were led
Chasing bread through bloodshed
Trying to hide the truth in roots
Until a man screams
Someone shoots into the realm of Suzi ...
Hahahaha
'Cause she wants to be a Rockstar
Suzi
Drug Ho!
Got to get this message (Got to go!) to you
Suzi
Drug Ho!
I just got to get this message (Got to go!) to you
We're gonna kick you to sleep, America!
Luke Skywalker got a Hit-list out
And guess what?
You're on it, sucker!
Ha ha ha ha haha!
Ha ha ha ha haha!
Ha ha ha ha haha!
Drop it!
Land of the Free, you see?
Suzi, is a big county
Singer
She's a hard rock swinger
And what she wants, someone will bring her
It seems that a pimp, Columbo, always surprise her a nice fat jumbo
And she puffs nonstop stimulating her brain
The president to her beat, the street cop
Keeping the brain cells from growing the Black,
But we lack to attack the Crack
When you walk with your back to the Sun
You fight for freedom, with shadows, but now life is in the saddle
To keep Brothers facing the light, showing the long horizon
So you can get clear look at the fight
Now I'm an anti-drug Disciple
Divide by Professor Griff
We were put here to uplift
And explain the damage that Suzi's to our Nation
For example, education
Get off the Snow White too, Suzi
Suzi
Drug Ho!
Got to get this message (Got to go!) to you
Suzi
Drug Ho!
I've just got to get this message (Got to go!) to you
Now, grim like Oliver North did once before
But that ain't saying too much to settle the score
And I did just enough imagining of
Freedom, reigning, politics changing
In the Middle East, to say the least
They import what seeps from this here melody
Snow White tellin' me
What some don't know
As she used a crack pipe all the way to Death Row
Slammer, middle name Crime, with the big guitar
And my civilisation, ain't what it used to be
And pollution of nations
Leaves us with no Salvation
And on top of all of this stuff?
She's got then fiendin'
On every block for miles
And like a slave they're chained to a life of vials
Lookin' to steal to support that high stage
But unawares that undercovers' are being paid
Not to squeal the deal to make the Robe's gold
But the scream of dreams
To sell their own souls
Instead of sharing and caring
And give self-respect
Suzi has to hit to make the country sweat
Drop it, Suzi!
Suzi
Drug Ho!
Got to get this message (Got to go!) to you
Suzi
Drug Ho!
I just got to get this message (Got to go!) to you
They think you're simple
To send a Black child to school
And only teach him about The Golden Rule
But, Professor Griff and The Disciples are not having that
And if you hang around Suzi, you won't learn jack
I'm tired of this garbage
And trying to explain
Don't blame it on yourself
'Cause Suzi is to blame
And if you know what I know
Listen, take heed and try to go far
And let Suzi be a Rockstar
Countrys claim to be aware
Furthermore, addressing nations, but they really don't care
In fact, it was mentioned
To blame it on a Brotherman
By the government,
Who has the upper hand
To control the Soul and the environment
'Cause Suzi's selling it
And kids are buying it
To achieve with ease new sportscars
Suzi hooks the crowd
'Cause she's a Rockstar
Suzi
Drug Ho!
Got to get this message (Got to go!) to you
Suzi
Drug Ho!
I just got to get this message (Got to go!) to you
And from Colombia, comes a supporting cast
And hit the streets real fast
And everybody knew that Suzi was acting up again
Because her children were gettin' fed
Maybe what's she feeding them ain't food
Her children might be gettin' screwed
Behind their backs, Suzi's gettin' paid
And then fronts, by setting up a drug raid
Catchin' the little guys
While the big guys skate
'Cause their in "Good Hands"
Like with Allstate
I've been sworn
By the Oath to stand
To verbally and physically
The one who took a little time
To keep in mind
A better path
So feel the wrath
As I allign
Many who struggle to comprehend just what
The man with the modern instinct is capable of
Wouldn't you love, or can you understand what the plan is?
Maybe this trading stuff's going straight to your head
Pimps, the pushers and suit-and-tie men
Who's lives were led
Chasing bread through bloodshed
Trying to hide the truth in roots
Until a man screams
Someone shoots into the realm of Suzi ...
Hahahaha
'Cause she wants to be a Rockstar
Suzi
Drug Ho!
Got to get this message (Got to go!) to you
Suzi
Drug Ho!
I just got to get this message (Got to go!) to you
We're gonna kick you to sleep, America!
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Griffin, Jason Wicks, Robert L. Harding, Sean Patrick Smith, Sean Sylvester Peacock
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