Lirik Lagu What Side You On? - Public Enemy
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
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.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
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- 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
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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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It's overtimeSo the lyricThey fear itWhen they hear itThe flow100 miles and runninGet near itAnd goCheck it outGoTo the raceGive the drummer a tasteThe bass iz commin comminSuckas runnin from itDamn why you call himThe manHere I am scrammNever ranNever fight the blackFrom IraqOr IranWho bombed JapanBlood on his handsPart of a planHe don't really believeIn uhh! God damn
If it comes down to shuttinThem downI'm in the hood surroundedTell em I'm groundedI'm on that psycho analyticalTip if politics iz stickin toThe mixLike tricksI'm one more time givin timeWhere the rhyme goElite to the streetTo the brothas doin death rowSo where ya atIf the beat ain't fatSay what
C'monAnd get someRattle rattleKiss and I humCome can youGet it on the oneC'mon pick it uppick it atpack it atpack it upTo the blackWho be talkinWhere they atWhere they atWicked wildFeelin irieNot sorryGet it see it written down in a diarySame say fuck all datPolitical shitBut wanna get paid whenTheir brains in the second grade
Nowhere to run/here they come comeNowhere to run/here they come come
I'm a fan firstI reverse another trick verseTo the pointWhere I can rock dis funky jointIn the brain game, I'm keepin my head clearIn 33 years so whatI never had a beerI don't know what I'm missinI'm not dissinBut I know I ain't ass kissinTime to draw the lineThis time the rhymeGot da good guy goin gettin da nineCause I know the hoodyGot it good wit the hitmanCan I get a hitmanKnow I'm duckin nat quicksandThe funky automaticHandlin staticSellin out I ain't good at it& when I got bumbedI'm gonna open upHitt em up stone to da boneBut it ain't gotta be like that
And thats thatCan u tell me yall...whatAll in wit the lawThey fall inThe great white hole where theyBe sellin their soulNever get enoughThey be talkin dat roughneck shitBe comin they quitFuck dat blood iz tickerThan water shitThat shit iz counterfeitDevil go where da shoe fitBlack mans law iz raw like AfricaYou violateWere comin aft
If it comes down to shuttinThem downI'm in the hood surroundedTell em I'm groundedI'm on that psycho analyticalTip if politics iz stickin toThe mixLike tricksI'm one more time givin timeWhere the rhyme goElite to the streetTo the brothas doin death rowSo where ya atIf the beat ain't fatSay what
C'monAnd get someRattle rattleKiss and I humCome can youGet it on the oneC'mon pick it uppick it atpack it atpack it upTo the blackWho be talkinWhere they atWhere they atWicked wildFeelin irieNot sorryGet it see it written down in a diarySame say fuck all datPolitical shitBut wanna get paid whenTheir brains in the second grade
Nowhere to run/here they come comeNowhere to run/here they come come
I'm a fan firstI reverse another trick verseTo the pointWhere I can rock dis funky jointIn the brain game, I'm keepin my head clearIn 33 years so whatI never had a beerI don't know what I'm missinI'm not dissinBut I know I ain't ass kissinTime to draw the lineThis time the rhymeGot da good guy goin gettin da nineCause I know the hoodyGot it good wit the hitmanCan I get a hitmanKnow I'm duckin nat quicksandThe funky automaticHandlin staticSellin out I ain't good at it& when I got bumbedI'm gonna open upHitt em up stone to da boneBut it ain't gotta be like that
And thats thatCan u tell me yall...whatAll in wit the lawThey fall inThe great white hole where theyBe sellin their soulNever get enoughThey be talkin dat roughneck shitBe comin they quitFuck dat blood iz tickerThan water shitThat shit iz counterfeitDevil go where da shoe fitBlack mans law iz raw like AfricaYou violateWere comin aft
