DDFH
Cops in the ghetto they move like the Gestapo
Drunk off their power and greed, they often hostile
My little homie talked shit back and they beat him bad
That boy in the hospital now he's lookin' bad
And I'm with his momma and dad they lookin' sad
My own mama called me said "baby I'm just glad
They ain't put they hands on my child and 'kill' his ass
Please don't rap about that 'shit' 'fore they murder your black ass!"
It's drones over Brooklyn, you blink you could get tooken
And now you're understanding the definition of "Crooklyn"
Pigs on parade but bacon fryin' and cookin
Cause kids tired of dying and walkin' round like they shooken'
Cause we smoke sour to deal with the paranoia
That they charge by the hour, can't hire the Jewish lawyer
Cause if you ain't Jigga or Puff you doin' time
And even then you might get ten, word to Shyne
Hey hey hey hey hey hey yey
Do dope fuck hope
Hey hey hey hey hey hey yey
Do dope fuck hope
You don't wanna look into my big crystal balls, suck the future
We'll moonwalk through flames with a brain on stupid
Camouflage toughies'll touch your tufts roughly
Fluff your flat permanent, lump you up ruthless
Then laugh while you're humming the tune of bruised movements
That took a few too many tabs to prove lucid
(Everything compute?) Nah the truth is too tangled
And even a satellite sees at one angle
Burners radiate smoke 'till all's motionless
Hope? Nah, ha ha, slow down with the jokin' shit
So inappropriate, right behind your ears is a what?
Look, ta-dah! The sound of your hopelessness
I can feel it too, from the ground rising up in us
Right above the clouds there's a shroud there to smother us
Make a sane man walk around with a blunderbuss
Peel another round, make a sound that is thunderous
Hey hey hey hey hey hey yey
Do dope fuck hope
Hey hey hey hey hey hey yey
Do dope fuck hope
Hey hey hey hey hey hey yey
Do dope fuck hope
Hey hey hey hey hey hey yey
Do dope fuck hope
Hey, hey
Drunk off their power and greed, they often hostile
My little homie talked shit back and they beat him bad
That boy in the hospital now he's lookin' bad
And I'm with his momma and dad they lookin' sad
My own mama called me said "baby I'm just glad
They ain't put they hands on my child and 'kill' his ass
Please don't rap about that 'shit' 'fore they murder your black ass!"
It's drones over Brooklyn, you blink you could get tooken
And now you're understanding the definition of "Crooklyn"
Pigs on parade but bacon fryin' and cookin
Cause kids tired of dying and walkin' round like they shooken'
Cause we smoke sour to deal with the paranoia
That they charge by the hour, can't hire the Jewish lawyer
Cause if you ain't Jigga or Puff you doin' time
And even then you might get ten, word to Shyne
Hey hey hey hey hey hey yey
Do dope fuck hope
Hey hey hey hey hey hey yey
Do dope fuck hope
You don't wanna look into my big crystal balls, suck the future
We'll moonwalk through flames with a brain on stupid
Camouflage toughies'll touch your tufts roughly
Fluff your flat permanent, lump you up ruthless
Then laugh while you're humming the tune of bruised movements
That took a few too many tabs to prove lucid
(Everything compute?) Nah the truth is too tangled
And even a satellite sees at one angle
Burners radiate smoke 'till all's motionless
Hope? Nah, ha ha, slow down with the jokin' shit
So inappropriate, right behind your ears is a what?
Look, ta-dah! The sound of your hopelessness
I can feel it too, from the ground rising up in us
Right above the clouds there's a shroud there to smother us
Make a sane man walk around with a blunderbuss
Peel another round, make a sound that is thunderous
Hey hey hey hey hey hey yey
Do dope fuck hope
Hey hey hey hey hey hey yey
Do dope fuck hope
Hey hey hey hey hey hey yey
Do dope fuck hope
Hey hey hey hey hey hey yey
Do dope fuck hope
Hey, hey
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Santigo Render, Jaime Meline
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- RTJ CU4TRO
- RTJ4 (Deluxe Edition)
- ooh la la (feat. Lil Wayne, Greg Nice & DJ Premier) [Remix]
- JU$T (feat. Pharrell Williams, Zack de la Rocha) [Toy Selectah Remix] - Single
- ooh la la (Mexican Institute of Sound Remix) [feat. Santa Fe Klan & Mexican Institute of Sound] - Single
- JU$T (feat. Zach De La Rocha & Pharrell Williams) [What So Not Remix] - Single
- the ground below (feat. Royal Blood) [Royal Jewels Mix] - Single
- No Save Point (From "Cyberpunk 2077") - Single
- RTJ4
- Ooh LA LA (feat. Greg Nice & DJ Premier) - Single
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