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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=85288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>All We Got Left Is The Beat</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Intro]<br>Ey, ey, check it out homie<br>man, you need to get up out of this spot man<br>and get a job man before you get smoked man<br>(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah son...)<br>I know you don't wanna hear it man<br>but, ey, man, wait, hold up loc. you got company man<br>(where's my guns?)<br>[Gunshot]<br>[LL Cool J]<br>When I'm ridin' on the street I hear gunshots [rare shots]<br>(swear) crack niggas cause they moms missed flips<br>So black man really care about politics<br>In the ninety's, our governments so slick<br>I watch CNN sometimes and I realize<br>they're playin' tricks on my mind<br>They want a man to work with his hands<br>Too young to die, and they don't give a damn<br>Rare-momma got down on her knees<br>But not no more, god damn it, I make cheese<br>I'm on the move and I'ma show and prove<br>you might cry to my political groove<br>Rest in peace, Sauce Brothers underneath<br>I love you to death while my beats' like a reef<br>In the middle of the night on the city streets<br>The only thing we got left is the beat<br>[Chorus: LL Cool J]<br>All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo<br>All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me<br>All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo<br>All we got left is the beat, uh<br>[LL Cool J]<br>Who brings guns into the USA?<br>And then makes sure that they come around the way<br>Gain the points until the whole race traps<br>And teach up my woman that she should call up the cops<br>The projects are hell, wait a, minute<br>There's nothin' we do but ride on top of an elevator<br>Say the clubs, I can't get a job<br>Mouth to feed, somebody's gettin' robbed<br>I ain't worked, but I ain't workin' for crumbs<br>You ever seen a man-shelter?<br>Check out the bombs!!!<br>Brother of pain, their whole lives are over<br>They spent every dime tryin' not to be sober<br>And all the ladies got bags of clothes<br>They'll be your long lost momma, one never knows<br>The streets are like a nightmare<br>While the presidents secretary is chillin' in his leather chair<br>[Chorus: LL Cool J]<br>All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo<br>All we got left is the beat, give it to me<br>All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo<br>All we got left is the beat, uh<br>[LL Cool J]<br>Lemon to a lime, lime to a lemon<br>When you need a toga-black, hire black linen<br>Your rippers' man applause when he can't get a job<br>He gets up all of his family and feels like a slob<br>The black women don't understand<br>Cause they don't realize what it is to be a black man<br>In the mornin', a brother feels like a jerk<br>Seein' black women and white men go to work<br>So all women fear, the brothers ain't real<br>Cause they won't give us no jobs, that's the real deal<br>Hold my hand while I get it all together<br>They don't deserve me at times of bad weather<br>Cause I'ma make it out the concrete walls<br>And there's another way besides basketball<br>Let me go, let me do what I do<br>I'm red, black and green, then red, white and blue<br>[Chorus: LL Cool J]<br>All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo<br>All we got left is the beat, give it to me<br>All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo<br>All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me<br>[LL Cool J]<br>Ridin' in the street you can feel the city heat<br>A little bit of grass and a whole lot of concrete<br>Creepin' - I'm standin' on the corner<br>And you can get robbed if you wanna<br>Paybacks a mother on the street<br>You're seein' gold teeth, ya hearin' funky beats<br>Brothers ride by real slow<br>You get leary when they got tinted windows<br>Sittin' on the steps with a blunt<br>I'm drinkin' Valentine, I wasn't raised up front<br>My Aunt Ellie always talked about God<br>Tell me you never cried cause its so hard<br>Government got a hell of a plan<br>But word is born they ain't destroyin' this black man<br>[Chorus: LL Cool J]<br>All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo<br>All we got left is the beat, give it to me<br>All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo<br>All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me<br>All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo<br>All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me<br>All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo<br>All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by LL Cool J - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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Ey, ey, check it out homie
man, you need to get up out of this spot man
and get a job man before you get smoked man
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah son...)
I know you don't wanna hear it man
but, ey, man, wait, hold up loc. you got com..."></div>
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