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[Drama in the background] This... could be something big!
[Ludacris verse 1]
Don't change the station,
I've been impatiently waiting,
Pacin', welcome to the danger zone.
It's a war goin' on outside
And my people gotta paint they faces on.
Do what I gotta do, And what I gotta do
Is work and flip a dolla'.
Ain't got no trophies
But I got a shelf of empty liquor bottles.
Not an alcoholic but alcohol it,
Can ease the pain.
Drinkin' all my problems away
But still prayin' in Jesus' name.
Tryna' turn our voices up,
And the government tones us down.
Now the gas is goin' up,
And the hood is goin' down.
So the hood is comin' fo' ya'
In the streets is hungry goons!
Comin' to a neighborhood near you,
Today or someday soon.
Betta' watch yo' back, watch yo' front,
And watch yo' side to side.
Betta' grab yo' gat, light that blunt;
The streets gon' ride tonight.
And I'm just gon' ride it out,
'Til my expiration date.
'Cause I go hard in the paint,
They softer than paper plates.
Make way for the revolution,
And yes you should be scurred.
'Cause one way or another...
My people will be heard.
[Willie the Kid verse 2]
Show you what the soldiers see:
Sick scene infantry,
Shootin' at the cobra fleet.
Deploy shots, similar to airbags, whereas,
This hairpin, trigga' split a hair in half.
Body bags, fishy like herrin,
When I'm airin', tear a chair in half.
Watchin' Half Baked,
At the cabin by the lake.
See the blue and white plates,
See the wood on the panel.
I may be cherry oat, Chilly O, flannel coat.
Warfare never fair,
Therefore, I need finer things:
Like grenades, tanks, a couple fighter planes.
I'm decorated in medals,
Stripes like a zebra.
And by the way, you rappin' niggas,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera -- man on th
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