Da, Da, Da
Da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da
Yeah
It's like rolling in a Bronco pumping them pumps
You know what I'm saying?
On Broadway or something, you know what I'm saying?
Yo yo, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey yo, call the paddywagon, I've seen a black boy cash stacking
Smirk on my face screaming, "Fuck the Grand Dragon"
For the fast cash, we be thinking to slow
Clowning each others on the damn talk shows
I don't wanna house but I gotta stick and rob
I got a disease, it's called "Can't find a job"
Smoking on the herbs help me see a little better
Looking for a job in this cold ass weather
Watch out, I'm trying to get my shit together (da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
Yeah - da, da, da, da (da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
It's been kind of lonely (da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
Da, da, da, da (da, da, da, da, da, da)
Hey yo, as soon as I come home, I'm stressed by my mama
Questioning my whereabouts like I'm the Unabomber
Question mark, comma, freeze all the drama
Intensive care flows for all you hoes smacked with trauma
As I sit back with my blunt and gin
Grab a pen, write a song about a million black men
Trying to blame all this violence on gangs
What about those fools who kill for nothing and hijack planes?
Get your shit together (da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
Da, da, da, da (da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
Da, da, da, da (da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
Da, da, da, da (da, da, da, da, da, da)
Yo, I'm going for the gold like an Olympic sprinter
Fuck the bullshit, steaks for dinner this winter
Yo, I've seen a murder scene that left a fool scarred
Plus I saw a prisonyard way before a schoolyard
Time's rough plus time's running out
My mom said if I trip one more time, I'm getting kicked out
And I ain't trying to make excuses
But looking for a job in the ghetto is fucking useless
Get your shit together, straight up (da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
Yeah, uh - da, da, da, da (da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
Da, da, da, da (da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
Da, da, da, da (da, da, da, da, da, da)
Ask yourself your destination
What the source of your inspiration be
And you will find a spirit trying to get back to the mind
How you was in your mama's belly
Live and let live was the order of the day
What you say?
Loving one another is the only way!
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da
If you believe in one thing, if you believe in two things
(Da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
If you believe in anything then let me hear you sing
"Da, da, da, da, da, da, da"
Keep on believing (da, da, da, da, da, da)
Lord
(Yeah you all, it's like that y'all, it's like "Bet Your Life")
(Yeah you all)
(Come on)
(Yeah you all)
(Yeah you all)
(It's like "Bet Your Life")
(Yeah you all, it's like "Bet Your Life")
(Yeah you all, it's like "Bet Your Life")
(Yeah you all, it's like "Bet Your Life")
(Yeah)
Da, da, da, da, da
Yeah
It's like rolling in a Bronco pumping them pumps
You know what I'm saying?
On Broadway or something, you know what I'm saying?
Yo yo, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey yo, call the paddywagon, I've seen a black boy cash stacking
Smirk on my face screaming, "Fuck the Grand Dragon"
For the fast cash, we be thinking to slow
Clowning each others on the damn talk shows
I don't wanna house but I gotta stick and rob
I got a disease, it's called "Can't find a job"
Smoking on the herbs help me see a little better
Looking for a job in this cold ass weather
Watch out, I'm trying to get my shit together (da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
Yeah - da, da, da, da (da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
It's been kind of lonely (da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
Da, da, da, da (da, da, da, da, da, da)
Hey yo, as soon as I come home, I'm stressed by my mama
Questioning my whereabouts like I'm the Unabomber
Question mark, comma, freeze all the drama
Intensive care flows for all you hoes smacked with trauma
As I sit back with my blunt and gin
Grab a pen, write a song about a million black men
Trying to blame all this violence on gangs
What about those fools who kill for nothing and hijack planes?
Get your shit together (da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
Da, da, da, da (da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
Da, da, da, da (da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
Da, da, da, da (da, da, da, da, da, da)
Yo, I'm going for the gold like an Olympic sprinter
Fuck the bullshit, steaks for dinner this winter
Yo, I've seen a murder scene that left a fool scarred
Plus I saw a prisonyard way before a schoolyard
Time's rough plus time's running out
My mom said if I trip one more time, I'm getting kicked out
And I ain't trying to make excuses
But looking for a job in the ghetto is fucking useless
Get your shit together, straight up (da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
Yeah, uh - da, da, da, da (da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
Da, da, da, da (da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
Da, da, da, da (da, da, da, da, da, da)
Ask yourself your destination
What the source of your inspiration be
And you will find a spirit trying to get back to the mind
How you was in your mama's belly
Live and let live was the order of the day
What you say?
Loving one another is the only way!
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da
If you believe in one thing, if you believe in two things
(Da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
If you believe in anything then let me hear you sing
"Da, da, da, da, da, da, da"
Keep on believing (da, da, da, da, da, da)
Lord
(Yeah you all, it's like that y'all, it's like "Bet Your Life")
(Yeah you all)
(Come on)
(Yeah you all)
(Yeah you all)
(It's like "Bet Your Life")
(Yeah you all, it's like "Bet Your Life")
(Yeah you all, it's like "Bet Your Life")
(Yeah you all, it's like "Bet Your Life")
(Yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Prince Rogers Nelson
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