Lirik Lagu Whip You With A Strap - Ghostface Killah
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]Take me across her lap, she used to whip me with a strapWhen I was badBad
[Verse 1]Picture me snotty nose sittin on my aunt's lapThe kid like 5 or 6 shit I will curse backI got it from the older folks sittin in the living roomeverybody had cups stylistic song boombut then came Darryl Mack lightin' all the reefer upbaby caught a contact I'm trying to tie my sneaker upI'm missing all the loops strings going in the wrong holesIt feels like I'm wobbling, look at all these afrosSoon as I thought I was good the joke's on meI heard a voice "get in the room, I get angry"Sting my feet catch a tantrumspit, scream, fuck thatMomma shake me real hard, then get the big gatThat's called the belt help me as I yelledI'm in the room like (panting)"huh, huh, huh" with mad welpsragged out, bad belt yes her presence was feltThen get my black ass in the bed it's time crash out (crash out)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]Despite the alcohol, I had a great old MamaShe famous for her slaps and to this day she's honoredBut when I was a lil dude her son was a lil rudeI picked the peas off my plate and pour juice in her nigga foodGet beat, then I'd run and tell grandman "mama hit me for no reason"She whipped me hard when I finished eatinand felt that belt stingin after I wet that bedHid my drawers and start cryin, when she felt that bedCaught another when I told her those the fake pro-kedsIn the corner weavin and screamin trying to block my head (ahHH!)Nowadays kids don't get beat, they get big treatsFresh pair of sneaks, punishments like have a ceasBack then when friends and neighbors would bust that assand bring you back to your momma she got the switch in the stashThat's back to back beatingsOnly went outside for free lunch with welts on my legs still leakin yo
[Chorus]
[Verse 1]Picture me snotty nose sittin on my aunt's lapThe kid like 5 or 6 shit I will curse backI got it from the older folks sittin in the living roomeverybody had cups stylistic song boombut then came Darryl Mack lightin' all the reefer upbaby caught a contact I'm trying to tie my sneaker upI'm missing all the loops strings going in the wrong holesIt feels like I'm wobbling, look at all these afrosSoon as I thought I was good the joke's on meI heard a voice "get in the room, I get angry"Sting my feet catch a tantrumspit, scream, fuck thatMomma shake me real hard, then get the big gatThat's called the belt help me as I yelledI'm in the room like (panting)"huh, huh, huh" with mad welpsragged out, bad belt yes her presence was feltThen get my black ass in the bed it's time crash out (crash out)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]Despite the alcohol, I had a great old MamaShe famous for her slaps and to this day she's honoredBut when I was a lil dude her son was a lil rudeI picked the peas off my plate and pour juice in her nigga foodGet beat, then I'd run and tell grandman "mama hit me for no reason"She whipped me hard when I finished eatinand felt that belt stingin after I wet that bedHid my drawers and start cryin, when she felt that bedCaught another when I told her those the fake pro-kedsIn the corner weavin and screamin trying to block my head (ahHH!)Nowadays kids don't get beat, they get big treatsFresh pair of sneaks, punishments like have a ceasBack then when friends and neighbors would bust that assand bring you back to your momma she got the switch in the stashThat's back to back beatingsOnly went outside for free lunch with welts on my legs still leakin yo
[Chorus]
