Lirik Lagu Run Nigga - Trick Daddy
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{I thought all our problems were over}
Westcoast, we're not suppose to know betterI suppose we just suppose to let this shit happen, huh?You mother fuckers done lost y'all mindY'all done bumped y'all mother fuckin headNow there's got to be somethin done bout all this shit that's occurrinI don't like itI don't like it one mother fuckin bit
Trick Daddy:
Free meI've been captured by some demonsThey drainin my bloodTaken samples of my semenGot the nerve to call me crazyTappin all my telephonesQuestioning my lady'sBut I trained them every summerHope to ball and never fumbleSurvive in the jungleIt stinks like Stevie WonderRainy days, I'll be the thunderNo carma and no dramaSo I gots to ask my mamaYo, why Kenny left me starvinDidn't daddy do his part?She explained she had a heartShe did all that she could do; She kept her faith in god{Its Hard}
Courus: x2
You better run niggaDo ya thang niggaGet off a chain niggaCause you's a free niggaRun niggaThang niggaChain nigga{What}
I'm holding in my hand an original copy of the emancipation proclamationMuch to my dismay I noticed that Lincoln forgot to sign itAnd that means technically I'm still a slave and you're still a slave owner
Tre+6 :
I rest around the roudy bout it g niggasAnd niggas who wanna be known as thugsLivin the life because they wanna boom in money and drugsBut ain't no love when they sprayPray for them everydayCause they kill ya dead and take ya bread if you play with they lateTo my dismay my niggas ain't no thugsThey some slaves tryin to runaway to a better dayAnd anything in they way, they gonna crush itBut if ain't about that flow then don't discuss itPlopin and pumpin we off the chain and disgustedWillin to die for anything, and that's officialWithout or with you, pistol be government issuedWith the scrached off word so the Tre would be observedWe serve, L-Ron fuckin with nerve
Funk Boogie:
See no like myselfSee I hear no, speak no, see no evilExcept for them demons that be by lookin like everyday peopleTryin to get up in my mindframe, stop me from doing my thangSee if I was a killa, y'all would hear my nine milli {WHAT} bangBut na that never was my skillo, Funk Boogie mostly just be like chillenDealin wit these crooked villains, standin ready like FreddieTryin to whoop a nigga for somethinThat's why I'm on the rock so for sure they gets nothinExcept a nigga asscrack, kiss it, runaway slave, that's the clickWe set you free nigga, break yourself from the clinch
Courus: x 2
Tre+6 :
Samba bring dead ain't got shit to live forTalkin bout you real how you killed soScared to death, shakin like a dildoFind something to live forIt's sad to see you with that slave mentalityLet me set you free, come follow my cracks ain't no lookin backBetter run like hell, for sure you'll end up dead, don't bump your headMan I'm bout to make right for you and meTo my ghetto children, Be FreeSee how life's suppose to be
Run niggaWhatThang niggaWhatChain niggaWhat
{It's over}Run niggaWhat {it's over}Thang niggaWhat {it's overChain niggaWhat {it's over}{Nigga we runaway slaves}{Nigga we runaway slaves and we ain't going back}
Westcoast, we're not suppose to know betterI suppose we just suppose to let this shit happen, huh?You mother fuckers done lost y'all mindY'all done bumped y'all mother fuckin headNow there's got to be somethin done bout all this shit that's occurrinI don't like itI don't like it one mother fuckin bit
Trick Daddy:
Free meI've been captured by some demonsThey drainin my bloodTaken samples of my semenGot the nerve to call me crazyTappin all my telephonesQuestioning my lady'sBut I trained them every summerHope to ball and never fumbleSurvive in the jungleIt stinks like Stevie WonderRainy days, I'll be the thunderNo carma and no dramaSo I gots to ask my mamaYo, why Kenny left me starvinDidn't daddy do his part?She explained she had a heartShe did all that she could do; She kept her faith in god{Its Hard}
Courus: x2
You better run niggaDo ya thang niggaGet off a chain niggaCause you's a free niggaRun niggaThang niggaChain nigga{What}
I'm holding in my hand an original copy of the emancipation proclamationMuch to my dismay I noticed that Lincoln forgot to sign itAnd that means technically I'm still a slave and you're still a slave owner
Tre+6 :
I rest around the roudy bout it g niggasAnd niggas who wanna be known as thugsLivin the life because they wanna boom in money and drugsBut ain't no love when they sprayPray for them everydayCause they kill ya dead and take ya bread if you play with they lateTo my dismay my niggas ain't no thugsThey some slaves tryin to runaway to a better dayAnd anything in they way, they gonna crush itBut if ain't about that flow then don't discuss itPlopin and pumpin we off the chain and disgustedWillin to die for anything, and that's officialWithout or with you, pistol be government issuedWith the scrached off word so the Tre would be observedWe serve, L-Ron fuckin with nerve
Funk Boogie:
See no like myselfSee I hear no, speak no, see no evilExcept for them demons that be by lookin like everyday peopleTryin to get up in my mindframe, stop me from doing my thangSee if I was a killa, y'all would hear my nine milli {WHAT} bangBut na that never was my skillo, Funk Boogie mostly just be like chillenDealin wit these crooked villains, standin ready like FreddieTryin to whoop a nigga for somethinThat's why I'm on the rock so for sure they gets nothinExcept a nigga asscrack, kiss it, runaway slave, that's the clickWe set you free nigga, break yourself from the clinch
Courus: x 2
Tre+6 :
Samba bring dead ain't got shit to live forTalkin bout you real how you killed soScared to death, shakin like a dildoFind something to live forIt's sad to see you with that slave mentalityLet me set you free, come follow my cracks ain't no lookin backBetter run like hell, for sure you'll end up dead, don't bump your headMan I'm bout to make right for you and meTo my ghetto children, Be FreeSee how life's suppose to be
Run niggaWhatThang niggaWhatChain niggaWhat
{It's over}Run niggaWhat {it's over}Thang niggaWhat {it's overChain niggaWhat {it's over}{Nigga we runaway slaves}{Nigga we runaway slaves and we ain't going back}
