Chill Rob G

Chill Rob G - Court Is Now In Session songtekst

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You need an example  use this as a for instance
 Put your mouth on pause  put your brain in gear
 Alleyoops as a brass  raise your glass and cheer
 As you get on your good foot  I hope that you never put
 Your trust in unjust suckas who disgust
 Ways of getting paid by criminal means
 They're having a sale on minimal dreams
 Doomed to fail  they caught your tail
 Your butt's in jail, you gets no bail
 The scale was tipped, but you ain't little
 There's a rock and a hard place, you're caught in the middle
 Need a lawyer to litigate some legal dribble
 Now you're back on the streets like it ain't no riddle
 How ling will this last, you seem to love crime
 Today you're out here, tomorrow you do crime
 Word is bond, armed your brain is you
 Yo, the state is cold ready to prosecute
 Oh you think you're smarter, the system's older
 The ace has been dealt, you're now the holder
 The name is Chill Rob, there is a good God
 My rep is not scarred, I won't commit fraud
 Can't say I lied, there's nothing to hide
 I say with much pride "Court is Now in Session"
 Friday night we out playing the corner
 Not because we hoods, cause we wanna
 No drugs being sold, we ain't dirty
 Polaroids in effect, watch the birdie
 Turned around, heard the sounds of sirens
 The boys, they collared me, asked me where I'd been
 I told them that I was right here all night
 Looking at each other they smiled and said "All right
 You think you're smart, you wanna be tough
 Get your ass in the car, you're coming with us"
 I said "To where, for what? I ain't guilty
 My name is Rob G., you just can't milk me"
 Now I'm sitting in a courtroom all day
 I claim I'm innocent but that's what they all say
 But to my brothers lined up in the hallway
 Take in the type of price I might have to pay
 And finally the crime held jails me
 Seems I'm made to escape the daily
 Routine I'm too clean you got nothing on me
 Arrest that sucker for being so corny
 I'll run the truth, make it plain and simple
 Got popped by big shots as big as a pimple
 Snatch him off the street drop him in the can
 Chain him like an animal, forget he's a man
 This might be a little off of some to eat
 But this is food for thought that I speak
 If you can't stand the heat, I think you know the rest
 This is live, not a test, court is in session
 It's a pity the way the city treats the poor
 I got congressmen counsilmen, tell me what are they for
 I write letters, or better, I even give them a call
 But they kick back, cool out in my city hall
 I pay the tax, they max, but they ain't passing off
 They try to beat me, they treat me like they think that I'm soft
 Pure power, the hour is later than you think
 While they're sleeping I'm creeping because I'm on the brink
 Of insanity, vanity keeps my hygene clean
 Stop dissing, listen and you'll know what I mean
 It's not mystery, history keeps repeating itself
 I last longer, I'm stronger, my rhyme's completing itself
 I put the pen to the pad and let the words flow
 I put the mic to my mouth to make your mind grow
 So nighty nighty alrighty, I'm putting heads to bed
 You sound tired you're fired up over what I said
 There's no stopping I'm cold dropping you toy boys
 No bull, I'm hitting you with the dope noise
 Court is in session
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Publisher: Wild Pitch Records, LTD.

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Uitgegeven in: 1989

Taal: Engels

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