Thinka 'Bout It Lyrics
| Song | Thinka 'Bout It |
| Artist | Paris |
| Album | Sleeping with the Enemy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Paris | |
| Yeah! One time for your mind in the nine-two | |
| and the nine-three, P-Dog in the motherfuckin house! | |
| Bout to get it started | |
| Bout to get it started, live and direct from the underground | |
| Still sayin what I wanna say, and I ain't gon' never change | |
| (Verse One) | |
| Oh what a shame, the way that we're dyin up | |
| Killin ourselves with no help from the other one | |
| Only thought, was how the hell to get your money on | |
| Livin in fear cause you're livin in a war zone | |
| So much funk, jump off from a wrong look | |
| Make a wrong move one time and your life's took | |
| Just the way it is when you're livin in the city | |
| The way we dyin off is a motherfuckin pity | |
| Extra, extra, read all about it | |
| Another one dead, he seen a bullet and he caught it | |
| How many gotta fall off victim to the game | |
| or being a ho, to the cocaine thang | |
| Makin a rush up, to keep 'em comin back again | |
| You oughta know by now it ain't no love for African | |
| People stay enslaved to the ways of America I'm scarin ya | |
| But I ain't goin out like that, so think about it now | |
| (Chorus) | |
| "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - "Young brothers just don't realize" | |
| (Paris) Yeah, think about it | |
| "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - "Young brothers just don't realize" | |
| (Paris) Think about it | |
| "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - "Young brothers just don't realize" | |
| (Paris) Uhh, think about it | |
| "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - "Young brothers just don't realize" | |
| (Verse Two) | |
| People keep comin up, askin the news | |
| They wanna know, why I do what I do | |
| It's really kinda simple, so don't be amazed | |
| It ain't no secret it's the way I was raised | |
| Got much props from my pops cause he never stops | |
| bein a father to his child, he cared a lot | |
| Raised me up, and told me like this: | |
| You better stand up for yours or be dissed | |
| Be a man, and do for yourself | |
| Better love your own befo' anyone else | |
| It ain't nothin in the big city but a small thang | |
| to see a brother straight fall victim to the game | |
| Somethin that I roll with straight from the start | |
| in a city where a fool and his money soon part | |
| where brothers might die over anything at all | |
| I can't call it but I know you better watch your step | |
| and think about it now | |
| (Interlude) | |
| "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - "Ay nigga what you need?" | |
| "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - "I got five ten, what?" | |
| "Yeah five ten fifteen twenty. I heard they got fifty." | |
| "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - "Ay nigga what? Ay nigga where you from?" | |
| "Get that motherfucker! Get that ol' nigga!" | |
| "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - {*gun shots*, *police siren*} | |
| "Move man! Move!" | |
| "Freeze motherfucker freeze! Get your god damn hands in the air!" | |
| "Oh shit. Oh shit! Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh Shit." | |
| "The jury, having found you guilty, twenty-five years." | |
| {*jail cell door slams shut*} | |
| (Verse Three) | |
| And now there's one last thing, I think we need to talk about | |
| It might save your life and you die if you do without | |
| Pokin in the puddin mean you better wrap tight | |
| Tragic to Magic my soap in your eye | |
| And now you better straighten up, and straighten up fast | |
| Relyin on the guts and the luck of the last | |
| Cause the fool was in with the skins shoulda never been | |
| in with the skins no cap for the lap get waxed | |
| Now, who growin up next? | |
| Ready for the sex better check with the latex | |
| So many trapped and set for the funk | |
| who take they life for a joke so I say wait a minute | |
| Genocide from the suicide of dippin inside | |
| Everybody die when the legs spread ride | |
| Gave to the sons of the slave and it's man-made | |
| AIDS and you're off to your grave, think about it now | |
| (Chorus) | |
| "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - "Young brothers just don't realize" | |
| (Paris) Uhh, think about it | |
| "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - "Young brothers just don't realize" | |
| (Paris) Yeah.. think about it | |
| "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - "Young brothers just don't realize" | |
| (Paris) One time for your mind, think about it | |
| "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - "Young brothers just don't realize" | |
| (Paris) Uh, yeah.. | |
| "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - "Young brothers just don't realize" | |
| (Paris) P-Dog | |
| "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - "Young brothers just don't realize" | |
| (Paris) For the nine-two, and the nine-three | |
| "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - "Young brothers just don't realize" | |
| (Paris) Think about it | |
| "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - "Young brothers just don't realize" |
| zuo ci : Paris | |
| Yeah! One time for your mind in the ninetwo | |
| and the ninethree, PDog in the motherfuckin house! | |
| Bout to get it started | |
| Bout to get it started, live and direct from the underground | |
| Still sayin what I wanna say, and I ain' t gon' never change | |
| Verse One | |
| Oh what a shame, the way that we' re dyin up | |
| Killin ourselves with no help from the other one | |
| Only thought, was how the hell to get your money on | |
| Livin in fear cause you' re livin in a war zone | |
| So much funk, jump off from a wrong look | |
| Make a wrong move one time and your life' s took | |
| Just the way it is when you' re livin in the city | |
| The way we dyin off is a motherfuckin pity | |
| Extra, extra, read all about it | |
| Another one dead, he seen a bullet and he caught it | |
| How many gotta fall off victim to the game | |
| or being a ho, to the cocaine thang | |
| Makin a rush up, to keep ' em comin back again | |
| You oughta know by now it ain' t no love for African | |
| People stay enslaved to the ways of America I' m scarin ya | |
| But I ain' t goin out like that, so think about it now | |
| Chorus | |
| " Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." " Young brothers just don' t realize" | |
| Paris Yeah, think about it | |
| " Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." " Young brothers just don' t realize" | |
| Paris Think about it | |
| " Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." " Young brothers just don' t realize" | |
| Paris Uhh, think about it | |
| " Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." " Young brothers just don' t realize" | |
| Verse Two | |
| People keep comin up, askin the news | |
| They wanna know, why I do what I do | |
| It' s really kinda simple, so don' t be amazed | |
| It ain' t no secret it' s the way I was raised | |
| Got much props from my pops cause he never stops | |
| bein a father to his child, he cared a lot | |
| Raised me up, and told me like this: | |
| You better stand up for yours or be dissed | |
| Be a man, and do for yourself | |
| Better love your own befo' anyone else | |
| It ain' t nothin in the big city but a small thang | |
| to see a brother straight fall victim to the game | |
| Somethin that I roll with straight from the start | |
| in a city where a fool and his money soon part | |
| where brothers might die over anything at all | |
| I can' t call it but I know you better watch your step | |
| and think about it now | |
| Interlude | |
| " Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." " Ay nigga what you need?" | |
| " Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." " I got five ten, what?" | |
| " Yeah five ten fifteen twenty. I heard they got fifty." | |
| " Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." " Ay nigga what? Ay nigga where you from?" | |
| " Get that motherfucker! Get that ol' nigga!" | |
| " Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." gun shots, police siren | |
| " Move man! Move!" | |
| " Freeze motherfucker freeze! Get your god damn hands in the air!" | |
| " Oh shit. Oh shit! Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh Shit." | |
| " The jury, having found you guilty, twentyfive years." | |
| jail cell door slams shut | |
| Verse Three | |
| And now there' s one last thing, I think we need to talk about | |
| It might save your life and you die if you do without | |
| Pokin in the puddin mean you better wrap tight | |
| Tragic to Magic my soap in your eye | |
| And now you better straighten up, and straighten up fast | |
| Relyin on the guts and the luck of the last | |
| Cause the fool was in with the skins shoulda never been | |
| in with the skins no cap for the lap get waxed | |
| Now, who growin up next? | |
| Ready for the sex better check with the latex | |
| So many trapped and set for the funk | |
| who take they life for a joke so I say wait a minute | |
| Genocide from the suicide of dippin inside | |
| Everybody die when the legs spread ride | |
| Gave to the sons of the slave and it' s manmade | |
| AIDS and you' re off to your grave, think about it now | |
| Chorus | |
| " Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." " Young brothers just don' t realize" | |
| Paris Uhh, think about it | |
| " Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." " Young brothers just don' t realize" | |
| Paris Yeah.. think about it | |
| " Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." " Young brothers just don' t realize" | |
| Paris One time for your mind, think about it | |
| " Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." " Young brothers just don' t realize" | |
| Paris Uh, yeah.. | |
| " Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." " Young brothers just don' t realize" | |
| Paris PDog | |
| " Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." " Young brothers just don' t realize" | |
| Paris For the ninetwo, and the ninethree | |
| " Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." " Young brothers just don' t realize" | |
| Paris Think about it | |
| " Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." " Young brothers just don' t realize" |
| zuò cí : Paris | |
| Yeah! One time for your mind in the ninetwo | |
| and the ninethree, PDog in the motherfuckin house! | |
| Bout to get it started | |
| Bout to get it started, live and direct from the underground | |
| Still sayin what I wanna say, and I ain' t gon' never change | |
| Verse One | |
| Oh what a shame, the way that we' re dyin up | |
| Killin ourselves with no help from the other one | |
| Only thought, was how the hell to get your money on | |
| Livin in fear cause you' re livin in a war zone | |
| So much funk, jump off from a wrong look | |
| Make a wrong move one time and your life' s took | |
| Just the way it is when you' re livin in the city | |
| The way we dyin off is a motherfuckin pity | |
| Extra, extra, read all about it | |
| Another one dead, he seen a bullet and he caught it | |
| How many gotta fall off victim to the game | |
| or being a ho, to the cocaine thang | |
| Makin a rush up, to keep ' em comin back again | |
| You oughta know by now it ain' t no love for African | |
| People stay enslaved to the ways of America I' m scarin ya | |
| But I ain' t goin out like that, so think about it now | |
| Chorus | |
| " Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." " Young brothers just don' t realize" | |
| Paris Yeah, think about it | |
| " Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." " Young brothers just don' t realize" | |
| Paris Think about it | |
| " Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." " Young brothers just don' t realize" | |
| Paris Uhh, think about it | |
| " Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." " Young brothers just don' t realize" | |
| Verse Two | |
| People keep comin up, askin the news | |
| They wanna know, why I do what I do | |
| It' s really kinda simple, so don' t be amazed | |
| It ain' t no secret it' s the way I was raised | |
| Got much props from my pops cause he never stops | |
| bein a father to his child, he cared a lot | |
| Raised me up, and told me like this: | |
| You better stand up for yours or be dissed | |
| Be a man, and do for yourself | |
| Better love your own befo' anyone else | |
| It ain' t nothin in the big city but a small thang | |
| to see a brother straight fall victim to the game | |
| Somethin that I roll with straight from the start | |
| in a city where a fool and his money soon part | |
| where brothers might die over anything at all | |
| I can' t call it but I know you better watch your step | |
| and think about it now | |
| Interlude | |
| " Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." " Ay nigga what you need?" | |
| " Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." " I got five ten, what?" | |
| " Yeah five ten fifteen twenty. I heard they got fifty." | |
| " Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." " Ay nigga what? Ay nigga where you from?" | |
| " Get that motherfucker! Get that ol' nigga!" | |
| " Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." gun shots, police siren | |
| " Move man! Move!" | |
| " Freeze motherfucker freeze! Get your god damn hands in the air!" | |
| " Oh shit. Oh shit! Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh Shit." | |
| " The jury, having found you guilty, twentyfive years." | |
| jail cell door slams shut | |
| Verse Three | |
| And now there' s one last thing, I think we need to talk about | |
| It might save your life and you die if you do without | |
| Pokin in the puddin mean you better wrap tight | |
| Tragic to Magic my soap in your eye | |
| And now you better straighten up, and straighten up fast | |
| Relyin on the guts and the luck of the last | |
| Cause the fool was in with the skins shoulda never been | |
| in with the skins no cap for the lap get waxed | |
| Now, who growin up next? | |
| Ready for the sex better check with the latex | |
| So many trapped and set for the funk | |
| who take they life for a joke so I say wait a minute | |
| Genocide from the suicide of dippin inside | |
| Everybody die when the legs spread ride | |
| Gave to the sons of the slave and it' s manmade | |
| AIDS and you' re off to your grave, think about it now | |
| Chorus | |
| " Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." " Young brothers just don' t realize" | |
| Paris Uhh, think about it | |
| " Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." " Young brothers just don' t realize" | |
| Paris Yeah.. think about it | |
| " Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." " Young brothers just don' t realize" | |
| Paris One time for your mind, think about it | |
| " Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." " Young brothers just don' t realize" | |
| Paris Uh, yeah.. | |
| " Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." " Young brothers just don' t realize" | |
| Paris PDog | |
| " Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." " Young brothers just don' t realize" | |
| Paris For the ninetwo, and the ninethree | |
| " Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." " Young brothers just don' t realize" | |
| Paris Think about it | |
| " Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." " Young brothers just don' t realize" |
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