Lirik Lagu On My Way To Harlem - Coolio
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Verse 1:I know a place where the trees don't growJust another place where niggaz live lowI know a place where life is fucked upMake a wrong move and your ass get stuck upTime ain't nothin but a frame of mindAnd life is like a mountain or a steep ass climbI've been lookin for a place to leaveThe only free place is inside of meSo let's take a trip and you don't need a gripBut you better be equipped cause it might be some shitAfrican-American, nothin but a niggaHad our fingers on the trigger, but I pulled mine quickerI know a place where there ain't no calm andYou better stay away if you're soft like CharminSouth Central, Los Angeles, Watts, and ComptonA nigga on the west coast on his way to HarlemVerse 2:Now it's time to step into the light (Light)Put up your dukes, there's gonna be a fight (Fight)And when it's time to fight, you better fight rightCause if it don't fight right, out goes the lightTake a close look at what I'm freakin onNiggaz think I'm tweekin, but I'm speakin onSubject matter, dataInformation that I gatherThrough my travelsCause the hardest of the hard, hit hardcore killerCan't stop the slug of a nine millimeterEverybody thinks they know, but they know notIf they haven't caught a cap on the block *gunshot*So shine up your boots and pick up the piecesGrab a fresh pair of khakis with the sharp ass creasesRing the alarm, here comes the stormI got a firearm on my way to HarlemVerse 3:I know a place where the sun don't shineEverybody is a victim of neighborhood crimeI know a place where niggaz walk the lineOne false step and they must do timeSince I'm in the same boatI must stay afloatAnd sing every noteFrom the quotes that they wroteSo, I look into the past and walk the path of the greatsSo I wont make the same mistakes that sealed my ancestors fatesIf I had to be a slave I'd rather be in my graveIf I get in how many lives could I save?One, two, three, a hundred, a thousandMy heart is poundin, the devil keeps soundinBut he don't want my money, he wants my soulSo I reach like a tree, and like a weed I growMy stomach is full, but my mind is starvinRollin in a g ride on my way to Harlem
