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All We Got Left Is The Beat Lyrics:[Intro] Ey, ey, check it out homie man, you need to get up out of this spot man and get a job man before you get smoked man (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah son...) I know you don't wanna hear it man but, ey, man, wait, hold up loc. you got company man (where's my guns?) [Gunshot] [LL Cool J] When I'm ridin' on the street I hear gunshots [rare shots] (swear) crack niggas cause they moms missed flips So black man really care about politics In the ninety's, our governments so slick I watch CNN sometimes and I realize they're playin' tricks on my mind They want a man to work with his hands Too young to die, and they don't give a damn Rare-momma got down on her knees But not no more, god damn it, I make cheese I'm on the move and I'ma show and prove you might cry to my political groove Rest in peace, Sauce Brothers underneath I love you to death while my beats' like a reef In the middle of the night on the city streets The only thing we got left is the beat [Chorus: LL Cool J] All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, uh [LL Cool J] Who brings guns into the USA? And then makes sure that they come around the way Gain the points until the whole race traps And teach up my woman that she should call up the cops The projects are hell, wait a, minute There's nothin' we do but ride on top of an elevator Say the clubs, I can't get a job Mouth to feed, somebody's gettin' robbed I ain't worked, but I ain't workin' for crumbs You ever seen a man-shelter? Check out the bombs!!! Brother of pain, their whole lives are over They spent every dime tryin' not to be sober And all the ladies got bags of clothes They'll be your long lost momma, one never knows The streets are like a nightmare While the presidents secretary is chillin' in his leather chair [Chorus: LL Cool J] All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, give it to me All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, uh [LL Cool J] Lemon to a lime, lime to a lemon When you need a toga-black, hire black linen Your rippers' man applause when he can't get a job He gets up all of his family and feels like a slob The black women don't understand Cause they don't realize what it is to be a black man In the mornin', a brother feels like a jerk Seein' black women and white men go to work So all women fear, the brothers ain't real Cause they won't give us no jobs, that's the real deal Hold my hand while I get it all together They don't deserve me at times of bad weather Cause I'ma make it out the concrete walls And there's another way besides basketball Let me go, let me do what I do I'm red, black and green, then red, white and blue [Chorus: LL Cool J] All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, give it to me All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me [LL Cool J] Ridin' in the street you can feel the city heat A little bit of grass and a whole lot of concrete Creepin' - I'm standin' on the corner And you can get robbed if you wanna Paybacks a mother on the street You're seein' gold teeth, ya hearin' funky beats Brothers ride by real slow You get leary when they got tinted windows Sittin' on the steps with a blunt I'm drinkin' Valentine, I wasn't raised up front My Aunt Ellie always talked about God Tell me you never cried cause its so hard Government got a hell of a plan But word is born they ain't destroyin' this black man [Chorus: LL Cool J] All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, give it to me All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me |
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Other songs of LL Cool J (Tracklist):
10 (2003): 10 million stars after school all i have amazin big mama born to love you clockin g s fa ha Intro lollipop luv you better mirror mirror niggy nuts paradise throw ya l s up u should 14 Shots To The Dome (1993): nfa - no frontin allowed stand by your man a little somethin ain't no stoppin this back seat buckin em down crossroads diggy down funkadelic relic How i'm comin pink cookies soul survivor straight from queens Bigger and Deffer (1987): 357 break it on down ahhh let's get 3 get down go cut creator go i need love I'm bad kanday my rhyme ain't done on the 3 tip the breakthrough the bristol hotel the do wop Exit 13 (2008): american girl baby baby come and party with me cry dear hip hop feel my heart beat get over here i fall in love It's time for war like a radio mr. president old school new school rocking with the g.o.a.t. speedin on da highway / exit 13 this is ring tone m... ur only a customer we rollin' you better watch me GOAT - The Greatest Of All Time (2000): 3 bomb back where i belong can't think farmers fuhgidabowdit hello homicide imagine that Intro ll cool j miss i queens is shut em down skit take it off the goat this is us u can't fuck with me you and me Mama Said Knock You Out (1990): 6 minutes of pleasure around the way girl cheesy rat blues eat em up l chill farmers boulevard illegal search jingling baby mama said knock you out milky cereal mr good bar murdergram The boomin system the power of god to da break of dawn Mr Smith (1995): doin it get da drop on em god bless hey lover hip hop hollis in hollywood i shot ya i shot ya - (remix) life as loungin make it hot mr smith no airplay prelude The intro Phenomenon (1997): 4 3 2 1 another dollar candy don't be late don't come too soon father hot hot hot nobody can freak you Phenomenon starsky and hutch wanna get paid Radio (1985): dangerous dear yvette i can give you more I can't live without my radio i need a beat i want you interlude rock the bells that's a lie you can't dance you'll rock The DEFinition (2004): 1 in the morning 1 in the morning apple cobbler apple cobbler can't explain it can't explain it every sip every sip feel the beat feel the beat Headsprung Headsprung hush hush i'm about to get her i'm about to get her move somethin move somethin rub my back rub my back shake it baby shake it baby Todd Smith (2006): best dress control myself down the aisle favorite flavor freeze i've changed It's ll and santana no.1 fan ooh wee preserve the sexy so sick we're gonna make it what you want Walking With A Panther (1989): 1900 l l cool j big ole butt change your ways clap your hands def jam in the motherland Droppin em fast peg going back to cali i'm that type of guy it gets no rougher jealous jingling baby nitro one shot at love smokin dopin two different worlds why do you think they call it dope you're my heart |
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