Lirik Lagu Let That Thang Go - T-Bone
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I’m trying to change this music, my nizzleIt’s official, I’m tired of hearing heaters that whistle and sizzle when gangstas pull out they pistolsI’m like money trying to get in the middle and settle the differenceCuz too many rappers is tripping, don’t nobody wanna listenPlus I’m tired of all the cussing and cursingSo I started rehearsing working on converting a better versionFor every person that’s hurting lurking searching for life’s purposeFeeling suicidal and worthless but you ain’t certainIf you ready to die and leave this earth’s surface then cross overAnd see what’s on the side of this life’s curtainCall me the Moses of rap, taking it back to tha days when this artifactWasn’t bout the woman and gatsI’m sick of this rap, matter a factHow many more women you find to pimp, and gangstas we gonna capWe murdered them all, Pac and Biggie there ain’t here anymoreBetter do something, sound the trumpet, cuz’ I’m goin to war
ChorusTo all the playas popping off at the lip, ohFronting the street game like you a pimp, noYa coming up but going down wit tha ship, broYa better let that thang goAnd all tha ladies that be shaking they hips, ohUp in tha strip clubs stacking em chips, noTop of tha world, but you down in tha pits, maYa better let that thang go
It’s the Nicaraguan son of Big Pun, who flip tongsOn kick drums, and leave rappers like victims from big gunsBetter panic, cuz I’m charismatic and automaticWhen it comes to this phonographic magic, I gotta have itLike an addict, I’m the magnet pulling these Asiatic and Hispanics banditsTo make em put down tha cannons, I’m standing for unity in rural communitiesFilled with darkness and cruelty, where men get woman paid off of nudityIt’s soon to be all over, I crossover barriers of hate and racism plus I bring the Cross overI’m out to change all the images in our villages, and all the religious criticisms from church citizensAlways pointing, judging, shrugging ya shoulders at the adulterers, fornicators, and cobrasBut never question our culture, Biggie prophesied ready to die50 took 5 and got rich and Pac’s mamma still crying
Suckas surfing the internet trying to find kids for sex, and placing betsCredit card fraud is next, they write them checks for chicks on em porno flicksWhen they shake they hips sick wit them chain and whips it getsEven worse, truth hurts, don’t be mad at me, I ain’t the one getting paid enhancing they anatomyAnd gradually, they rotten out like bad cavities, then periodically prostituting and armed robberiesThis how we raise the little children of America to grow up and be criminal, rapist, and bomb terroristFrom the second they’re born, innocent but tornBetween these 2 worlds fighting for souls, like tug a warWho’s keeping score got juveniles in the morgue, while killas winning awardsAnd steady and praising the Lord, they cheer and roarEgo tripping has gotta stop, gotta shine and rhyme in his name instead of hip-hop
How many more of our people gotta dieBefore we decide, genocide isn’t only in warIt’s also in the words that we writeWe got tha power
I keep it gully like a Cali general running the streets, ya freeze when I speakMemorized my style is unique, we bringing the heat like the Bahamas talking the wordFrom Nicaragua to communist countries like China, Iraq and Havana, canta lo, Godson levanta loThey lace the beats then I rock the flow, she hit them notesCollab then we rock the show, think we blessedNo doubt, count the dough, we make about oh 25-30 a showPeople flying from other countries just to hear tha Bone flowSick wit the skills to the point that they wanna honor meBut I’m not honoree I’m on the Rock like Sean ConneryAnd yall fond of me, the rest is just wanna be’s
ChorusTo all the playas popping off at the lip, ohFronting the street game like you a pimp, noYa coming up but going down wit tha ship, broYa better let that thang goAnd all tha ladies that be shaking they hips, ohUp in tha strip clubs stacking em chips, noTop of tha world, but you down in tha pits, maYa better let that thang go
It’s the Nicaraguan son of Big Pun, who flip tongsOn kick drums, and leave rappers like victims from big gunsBetter panic, cuz I’m charismatic and automaticWhen it comes to this phonographic magic, I gotta have itLike an addict, I’m the magnet pulling these Asiatic and Hispanics banditsTo make em put down tha cannons, I’m standing for unity in rural communitiesFilled with darkness and cruelty, where men get woman paid off of nudityIt’s soon to be all over, I crossover barriers of hate and racism plus I bring the Cross overI’m out to change all the images in our villages, and all the religious criticisms from church citizensAlways pointing, judging, shrugging ya shoulders at the adulterers, fornicators, and cobrasBut never question our culture, Biggie prophesied ready to die50 took 5 and got rich and Pac’s mamma still crying
Suckas surfing the internet trying to find kids for sex, and placing betsCredit card fraud is next, they write them checks for chicks on em porno flicksWhen they shake they hips sick wit them chain and whips it getsEven worse, truth hurts, don’t be mad at me, I ain’t the one getting paid enhancing they anatomyAnd gradually, they rotten out like bad cavities, then periodically prostituting and armed robberiesThis how we raise the little children of America to grow up and be criminal, rapist, and bomb terroristFrom the second they’re born, innocent but tornBetween these 2 worlds fighting for souls, like tug a warWho’s keeping score got juveniles in the morgue, while killas winning awardsAnd steady and praising the Lord, they cheer and roarEgo tripping has gotta stop, gotta shine and rhyme in his name instead of hip-hop
How many more of our people gotta dieBefore we decide, genocide isn’t only in warIt’s also in the words that we writeWe got tha power
I keep it gully like a Cali general running the streets, ya freeze when I speakMemorized my style is unique, we bringing the heat like the Bahamas talking the wordFrom Nicaragua to communist countries like China, Iraq and Havana, canta lo, Godson levanta loThey lace the beats then I rock the flow, she hit them notesCollab then we rock the show, think we blessedNo doubt, count the dough, we make about oh 25-30 a showPeople flying from other countries just to hear tha Bone flowSick wit the skills to the point that they wanna honor meBut I’m not honoree I’m on the Rock like Sean ConneryAnd yall fond of me, the rest is just wanna be’s
