Lirik Lagu Pullin Me In - Wyclef Jean
X
TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- 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
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- 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
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- 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
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Intro:Y'all know y'all done messed up now right?Mmmm mmmm, fo' real[opera singing]You know, you messed up, I'm not laughingAll y'all beats is soundin the same, y'all rhymin the sameSome of y'all even wearing the same jewelryAnd y'all doin the same videosShut up, you know you messed up right?That's why they brought me back in this gameTo bring it right back to the essence, mmm hmmmOh yeah, and all this kill this, kill that, kill thisLemme tell you somethin, [what, what]The real killers, they're standin right over thereWaitin for you to act like a killer, so they can kill youYo Sedeck, do me a favor yoYo tell everybody on this side of the stageTo just move back a little cuz it's about to get real rowdyin the front yo, they comin yoI could never forget the underground hip hopI'ma dedicate this to everybody that knew me when I was brokeWorkin at Burger King, hustlin dime bags on a twelve speed bicycleAll the projects man, youknowwhatimsayin?Yo
HOOK:Every time I keep pullin out, y'all keep pullin me in, sinKick a little somethin for the New JerusalemLet people know you aint forget where you came from, where you came fromEvery time I keep pullin out, y'all keep pullin me in, sinKick a little somethin for the street DJsLet people know you aint forget where you came from, where you came from
[Verse 1]Yo, yo this probably the hardest verse that I ever reciteI'm in the studio with a gun in my neck it's all rightSurrounded by gangsters, I don't know how they got hereBut I feel like the Haitian Frank Sinatra, in his young yearsNew York, on my way to Kennedy airportL.A., I was told wear colors wherever you walkDirt, dirty south, I heard they run up in your houseShakespeare, no time to jive blast your girl through the blouseWhat? MCs, y'all aint nothing but assassinsEvery two lines is killin, or incarcerationMurderation, closed casket cremationClosest you got to prison was seein barson televisionBut I'ma go long as this thug phenomenonPass me a bandanna, two shots from my Mag-numAll of that, to get your attentionHere's a few things I been dyin to mentionAnyone talk about guns, I'ma buy the cartelAny more beats soundin the same, I'ma put your MPC to cellListen, reminiscing on Nas, *It Aint Hard To Tell*Still feel like somebody's watching me like RockwellTalk about diamonds, I'ma kidnap JacobTalk about the Fugees, I'ma break up the make upPut your stake up, I'm about to work my way back to the streetsAnd y'all wanna bootleg cuz y'all will get Jay-Z
HOOK [variations]Kick a little something for the projects ClefKick a little something for the hip hop fans
[Verse 2]Hip hop fans, y'all like the woman in my houseNo matter how faithful I am, y'all still have your doubtsTalkin bout, is he real in this relationshipOr did he go pop, and on the side get a mistressMy mistress is a guitar, classical like MozartPaint murder on the wall just to show y'all some artAnd y'all wanna start, and lose body partsI suggest you start walkin, tell your man stop talkingYou know the scenario, the innocent is always the first to goAnd Dorothy sings somewhere over the rainbowKum Ba Ya, got you trapped in barbed wireDope delivery, but I'm the ghost writerTall tribes of Juda, deeper than booksWatch what you cook cuz you might get hookedMan... I miss real MCsLike Kool G Rap, written in graffitiBefore the plane, I used to take the trainWatch fiends puttin up they vein, moms raisin caineAble's on the roof, cook like a gooseTo calm my nerve, I drink Vodka 180 proofI'm back in the shack, lay flat on my backTwo choices, sell rap or sell crackChose sell rap, but watch my back like I'm sellin crackCuz the music industry is the same street formatI sold y'all Nappy Heads, to The Score, to The CarnivalBut yet y'all still wanted moreSince Sedeck went back, came off wit a breakI blend so perfect, that you would want it for your mixtape
[beatbox]
HOOK [variations]Kick a little something for the brothers up north
HOOK:Every time I keep pullin out, y'all keep pullin me in, sinKick a little somethin for the New JerusalemLet people know you aint forget where you came from, where you came fromEvery time I keep pullin out, y'all keep pullin me in, sinKick a little somethin for the street DJsLet people know you aint forget where you came from, where you came from
[Verse 1]Yo, yo this probably the hardest verse that I ever reciteI'm in the studio with a gun in my neck it's all rightSurrounded by gangsters, I don't know how they got hereBut I feel like the Haitian Frank Sinatra, in his young yearsNew York, on my way to Kennedy airportL.A., I was told wear colors wherever you walkDirt, dirty south, I heard they run up in your houseShakespeare, no time to jive blast your girl through the blouseWhat? MCs, y'all aint nothing but assassinsEvery two lines is killin, or incarcerationMurderation, closed casket cremationClosest you got to prison was seein barson televisionBut I'ma go long as this thug phenomenonPass me a bandanna, two shots from my Mag-numAll of that, to get your attentionHere's a few things I been dyin to mentionAnyone talk about guns, I'ma buy the cartelAny more beats soundin the same, I'ma put your MPC to cellListen, reminiscing on Nas, *It Aint Hard To Tell*Still feel like somebody's watching me like RockwellTalk about diamonds, I'ma kidnap JacobTalk about the Fugees, I'ma break up the make upPut your stake up, I'm about to work my way back to the streetsAnd y'all wanna bootleg cuz y'all will get Jay-Z
HOOK [variations]Kick a little something for the projects ClefKick a little something for the hip hop fans
[Verse 2]Hip hop fans, y'all like the woman in my houseNo matter how faithful I am, y'all still have your doubtsTalkin bout, is he real in this relationshipOr did he go pop, and on the side get a mistressMy mistress is a guitar, classical like MozartPaint murder on the wall just to show y'all some artAnd y'all wanna start, and lose body partsI suggest you start walkin, tell your man stop talkingYou know the scenario, the innocent is always the first to goAnd Dorothy sings somewhere over the rainbowKum Ba Ya, got you trapped in barbed wireDope delivery, but I'm the ghost writerTall tribes of Juda, deeper than booksWatch what you cook cuz you might get hookedMan... I miss real MCsLike Kool G Rap, written in graffitiBefore the plane, I used to take the trainWatch fiends puttin up they vein, moms raisin caineAble's on the roof, cook like a gooseTo calm my nerve, I drink Vodka 180 proofI'm back in the shack, lay flat on my backTwo choices, sell rap or sell crackChose sell rap, but watch my back like I'm sellin crackCuz the music industry is the same street formatI sold y'all Nappy Heads, to The Score, to The CarnivalBut yet y'all still wanted moreSince Sedeck went back, came off wit a breakI blend so perfect, that you would want it for your mixtape
[beatbox]
HOOK [variations]Kick a little something for the brothers up north
