Lirik Lagu Still Standing - Goodie Mob
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ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
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- 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.
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ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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- 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
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- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
This for the soldiers (soldiers)Stay strong my niggaz(gangsters, players)Stay up my niggaz (real niggaz)
Verse One: T-Mo
Leavin the cut in a rageLoadin up my Mac, goin to my crib, to get my 12 gaugeOne of my boys just got shot, huhFuckin around, in that million dollar spotA educated brotherDidn't have no money for college he was taught the street knowledgePart of the planto keep us fightin in the street instead of becomin a strong black manEvery two weeks I see Sampitchin out my check with no respect but I still don't give a damnBecaause I GOTTA make my doughMy kill, rocked down, til I started seein cash flowEverything happens for a reason, choose the seasonto commit the perfect treasonWho brought me -- to the land, of unfree manTo move about and catch trout, by the dozensEven had my cousin locked down, at the feet shackledA one-way seat, to MilledgevilleNigga this real, how can you kill anotherwhen it's your brother?Still Standing
Verse Two: Gipp
I never thought about, talked about what I didJust experimented life as a young GumpThem days long gone, school bells done rung no mo'Spendin hours at the house in my favorite chairSlow mo', custom funk fingerprinted to carry a hucklebuckFeelin stuck with the art that my skin carries, scaryIf I ever had to plot again, needin my stick?Gidgets to pidgits, moves to Philly and the crew?Nothin else to prove, fold a plot like chromeSalt lick teddy bears in the college student's roomSpeed, Gipp got that tooWatch that dude, inspect that fool, Still Standing
Chorus: all together
Unscathed, cause this is painThis for soldiers to feelMC's, are running out of things to sayRadio stations are running out of songs to playStill Standing, unscathed, cause of painThis for soldiers to feelMC's, are running out of things to sayRadio stations are running out of songs to play
Verse Three: Khujo
On the sick side, of South Central33rd Avenue, block 600Workers have wash and car detailsThe ese's got the fresh Chevrolet's for saleTwenty G's or better, the whole neighborhood tanked upWhat?On the fortress walls, there is no lettersBuddha say, the Bloods are strictly outnumberedThey beseiged, on the beats, Goodie Mo-B, run the creepsY'all can have the streets, asphault caught many suckersslippin on wet floors, we puttin out the signson krokers, C-I, T-Y, such a pityBein suckled dry, like a newbornon his momma's titty before I retired I hit twentyTrue to cellulite with big ?room pesquite? on the porchPoundin, like cartoon Ennis, old school effortsthrough the Sunday down, Crenshaw sparkinZoned out, off the ink, for lifeGoin through time and metal detectors, I can't take my weaponAnd I can't be no dope dealerCause they be done put a hit out on a nigga, plus I can't keep upwith them keys, locked in the fo'-do'Backseat drivers havin out-of-body experiencesWakin up, somewhere else... Still Standing
Verse Four: Cee-Lo
Yeah..Each and every element that exists in thisuniverse is manifested from a thought firstThrough the inner mind's eye of the unseen power in the skyGave birth to Mother Earth and all it's worth to you and IThis most loved invention, my conciousness is an extensionof Him, yet I'm flesh and bone with a mind of my ownTo dig deeper than the surface, whether I learnfrom your upcomings or your downfalls we all have individual purposeIt's amazing, how the streets do the majority of raisingof children who end up dead before hearing what you saidAnd it's sad, so all I can write about is what I hadInterpretations of life good and bad with a pen and padIt seems like abortion, when I just write a small portionIt's either crumpled up or torn without lettin the thought be bornYoung minded, and blinded in those days; I didn't want tohave a thought that I couldn't raise, nurture, and care forBe there for, help prepare for, the times aheadWhen someone doesn't agree with what is said, huhAnd if they did, don't get all arrogant cause that's my kidJust be thankful that it's good and somebody overstoodNow, the listener in here want the same flow but I gotta let it growClever enough to let it go, if I don't wanna rap no mo'And I'll make sure that no one ever forgetsIt's immortalized forever, on wax CD's and casettesAnd when someone goes to the store and purchases it for tenThe life cycle starts all over againAnd I was granted this music as my soulmate, to procreateand give back what I was given, a life worth livinAnd I, am Still Standing, unscathedPain is for suckers to feelMC's are running out of things to say, andradio stations running out of songs to play, shit!We Still Standing, unscathedAnd pain is for suckers to feel, huhAnd MC's running out of things to say...
Verse One: T-Mo
Leavin the cut in a rageLoadin up my Mac, goin to my crib, to get my 12 gaugeOne of my boys just got shot, huhFuckin around, in that million dollar spotA educated brotherDidn't have no money for college he was taught the street knowledgePart of the planto keep us fightin in the street instead of becomin a strong black manEvery two weeks I see Sampitchin out my check with no respect but I still don't give a damnBecaause I GOTTA make my doughMy kill, rocked down, til I started seein cash flowEverything happens for a reason, choose the seasonto commit the perfect treasonWho brought me -- to the land, of unfree manTo move about and catch trout, by the dozensEven had my cousin locked down, at the feet shackledA one-way seat, to MilledgevilleNigga this real, how can you kill anotherwhen it's your brother?Still Standing
Verse Two: Gipp
I never thought about, talked about what I didJust experimented life as a young GumpThem days long gone, school bells done rung no mo'Spendin hours at the house in my favorite chairSlow mo', custom funk fingerprinted to carry a hucklebuckFeelin stuck with the art that my skin carries, scaryIf I ever had to plot again, needin my stick?Gidgets to pidgits, moves to Philly and the crew?Nothin else to prove, fold a plot like chromeSalt lick teddy bears in the college student's roomSpeed, Gipp got that tooWatch that dude, inspect that fool, Still Standing
Chorus: all together
Unscathed, cause this is painThis for soldiers to feelMC's, are running out of things to sayRadio stations are running out of songs to playStill Standing, unscathed, cause of painThis for soldiers to feelMC's, are running out of things to sayRadio stations are running out of songs to play
Verse Three: Khujo
On the sick side, of South Central33rd Avenue, block 600Workers have wash and car detailsThe ese's got the fresh Chevrolet's for saleTwenty G's or better, the whole neighborhood tanked upWhat?On the fortress walls, there is no lettersBuddha say, the Bloods are strictly outnumberedThey beseiged, on the beats, Goodie Mo-B, run the creepsY'all can have the streets, asphault caught many suckersslippin on wet floors, we puttin out the signson krokers, C-I, T-Y, such a pityBein suckled dry, like a newbornon his momma's titty before I retired I hit twentyTrue to cellulite with big ?room pesquite? on the porchPoundin, like cartoon Ennis, old school effortsthrough the Sunday down, Crenshaw sparkinZoned out, off the ink, for lifeGoin through time and metal detectors, I can't take my weaponAnd I can't be no dope dealerCause they be done put a hit out on a nigga, plus I can't keep upwith them keys, locked in the fo'-do'Backseat drivers havin out-of-body experiencesWakin up, somewhere else... Still Standing
Verse Four: Cee-Lo
Yeah..Each and every element that exists in thisuniverse is manifested from a thought firstThrough the inner mind's eye of the unseen power in the skyGave birth to Mother Earth and all it's worth to you and IThis most loved invention, my conciousness is an extensionof Him, yet I'm flesh and bone with a mind of my ownTo dig deeper than the surface, whether I learnfrom your upcomings or your downfalls we all have individual purposeIt's amazing, how the streets do the majority of raisingof children who end up dead before hearing what you saidAnd it's sad, so all I can write about is what I hadInterpretations of life good and bad with a pen and padIt seems like abortion, when I just write a small portionIt's either crumpled up or torn without lettin the thought be bornYoung minded, and blinded in those days; I didn't want tohave a thought that I couldn't raise, nurture, and care forBe there for, help prepare for, the times aheadWhen someone doesn't agree with what is said, huhAnd if they did, don't get all arrogant cause that's my kidJust be thankful that it's good and somebody overstoodNow, the listener in here want the same flow but I gotta let it growClever enough to let it go, if I don't wanna rap no mo'And I'll make sure that no one ever forgetsIt's immortalized forever, on wax CD's and casettesAnd when someone goes to the store and purchases it for tenThe life cycle starts all over againAnd I was granted this music as my soulmate, to procreateand give back what I was given, a life worth livinAnd I, am Still Standing, unscathedPain is for suckers to feelMC's are running out of things to say, andradio stations running out of songs to play, shit!We Still Standing, unscathedAnd pain is for suckers to feel, huhAnd MC's running out of things to say...
