Assata's Song Lyrics

Song	Assata's Song
Artist	Paris
Album	Sleeping with the Enemy
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	作词 : Paris
	Yeah, yeah..
	One time, one time..
	Goin out, goin out..
	To all the sisters.. this one's for y'all..
	Thinkin of you, and how the perception came to pass
	Of a Queen bein just a piece of ass
	So I ask you how that sound
	That's for the sisters I missed the last time 'round
	Because I can't forget what you been through
	I can't forget the hardships and what you do
	So I'm payin you the ultimate respect
	Because I love you and that's what you should get
	And it's a shame that it comes as a surprise
	From the man in the land of do or die
	That the word could ever reach and educate
	It ain't nuttin' but a style to set it straight
	And I'm raised right so ladies still first
	But smooth with the groove for the fools that doubt ya worth
	Still thinkin of a master plan
	to protect and respect cause the fact is I love the black woman
	{jazz interlude}
	And anyway, I remember there was a time
	When I would see you and try and go for mines
	Push up in the guts for a month or two
	Leave a stamp, break camp, y'all know the rules
	And if somethin went wrong it was yo' fault
	The time was cut short and so were the phone calls
	And someone would ax if I know you
	Come up in my face and I would be like, "What - who?"
	But then I seen that the game was ignorant
	The time had come for me to break away from that
	Don't you know there ain't no future in hurtin our own
	It's bad enough that the trust and love are gone
	So I strive for, one to provide for
	And hold and take and elevate and guide for
	So many people wanna destroy
	But I can't and I won't stop ever bein true to black woman
	{LONG jazz interlude}
	Now brothers, one last note to help us
	Keep check of some are livin life reckless
	Runnin with women who don't have respect for self
	And too foul to wanna get help, huh
	And sista you don't need a man
	who cheats and mistreats and beats you bad
	It's better to have nuttin than somethin at all
	And end up like a case bein worse than a close call
	So listen to the message in the song
	It ain't nuttin but a way to make us strong
	Quit bein so quick to chase the juice
	And diss us tryin to taste another's fruit
	In the land of Ameri-K-K-Ka
	I gotta hold my own and stay down wit'cha
	Cause everybody wants to wreck
	But I'ma love ya and show respect, I need ya black woman
	{jazz music to fade}

	zuo ci : Paris
	Yeah, yeah..
	One time, one time..
	Goin out, goin out..
	To all the sisters.. this one' s for y' all..
	Thinkin of you, and how the perception came to pass
	Of a Queen bein just a piece of ass
	So I ask you how that sound
	That' s for the sisters I missed the last time ' round
	Because I can' t forget what you been through
	I can' t forget the hardships and what you do
	So I' m payin you the ultimate respect
	Because I love you and that' s what you should get
	And it' s a shame that it comes as a surprise
	From the man in the land of do or die
	That the word could ever reach and educate
	It ain' t nuttin' but a style to set it straight
	And I' m raised right so ladies still first
	But smooth with the groove for the fools that doubt ya worth
	Still thinkin of a master plan
	to protect and respect cause the fact is I love the black woman
	jazz interlude
	And anyway, I remember there was a time
	When I would see you and try and go for mines
	Push up in the guts for a month or two
	Leave a stamp, break camp, y' all know the rules
	And if somethin went wrong it was yo' fault
	The time was cut short and so were the phone calls
	And someone would ax if I know you
	Come up in my face and I would be like, " What who?"
	But then I seen that the game was ignorant
	The time had come for me to break away from that
	Don' t you know there ain' t no future in hurtin our own
	It' s bad enough that the trust and love are gone
	So I strive for, one to provide for
	And hold and take and elevate and guide for
	So many people wanna destroy
	But I can' t and I won' t stop ever bein true to black woman
	LONG jazz interlude
	Now brothers, one last note to help us
	Keep check of some are livin life reckless
	Runnin with women who don' t have respect for self
	And too foul to wanna get help, huh
	And sista you don' t need a man
	who cheats and mistreats and beats you bad
	It' s better to have nuttin than somethin at all
	And end up like a case bein worse than a close call
	So listen to the message in the song
	It ain' t nuttin but a way to make us strong
	Quit bein so quick to chase the juice
	And diss us tryin to taste another' s fruit
	In the land of AmeriKKKa
	I gotta hold my own and stay down wit' cha
	Cause everybody wants to wreck
	But I' ma love ya and show respect, I need ya black woman
	jazz music to fade

	zuò cí : Paris
	Yeah, yeah..
	One time, one time..
	Goin out, goin out..
	To all the sisters.. this one' s for y' all..
	Thinkin of you, and how the perception came to pass
	Of a Queen bein just a piece of ass
	So I ask you how that sound
	That' s for the sisters I missed the last time ' round
	Because I can' t forget what you been through
	I can' t forget the hardships and what you do
	So I' m payin you the ultimate respect
	Because I love you and that' s what you should get
	And it' s a shame that it comes as a surprise
	From the man in the land of do or die
	That the word could ever reach and educate
	It ain' t nuttin' but a style to set it straight
	And I' m raised right so ladies still first
	But smooth with the groove for the fools that doubt ya worth
	Still thinkin of a master plan
	to protect and respect cause the fact is I love the black woman
	jazz interlude
	And anyway, I remember there was a time
	When I would see you and try and go for mines
	Push up in the guts for a month or two
	Leave a stamp, break camp, y' all know the rules
	And if somethin went wrong it was yo' fault
	The time was cut short and so were the phone calls
	And someone would ax if I know you
	Come up in my face and I would be like, " What who?"
	But then I seen that the game was ignorant
	The time had come for me to break away from that
	Don' t you know there ain' t no future in hurtin our own
	It' s bad enough that the trust and love are gone
	So I strive for, one to provide for
	And hold and take and elevate and guide for
	So many people wanna destroy
	But I can' t and I won' t stop ever bein true to black woman
	LONG jazz interlude
	Now brothers, one last note to help us
	Keep check of some are livin life reckless
	Runnin with women who don' t have respect for self
	And too foul to wanna get help, huh
	And sista you don' t need a man
	who cheats and mistreats and beats you bad
	It' s better to have nuttin than somethin at all
	And end up like a case bein worse than a close call
	So listen to the message in the song
	It ain' t nuttin but a way to make us strong
	Quit bein so quick to chase the juice
	And diss us tryin to taste another' s fruit
	In the land of AmeriKKKa
	I gotta hold my own and stay down wit' cha
	Cause everybody wants to wreck
	But I' ma love ya and show respect, I need ya black woman
	jazz music to fade

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