I Want to Be Free (That's the Truth) Lyrics
| Song | I Want to Be Free (That's the Truth) |
| Artist | Too Short |
| Album | Shorty the Pimp |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Shaw, Williams | |
| You think | |
| Oakland, California, is a city of punks | |
| It only takes a second to pop the trunk | |
| And just like that, you know it's real | |
| You're in the right damn town to get killed | |
| It's all about the game and nothin' else | |
| You come out here, you better watch yourself' | |
| Cause you can wear what you want, even blue or red | |
| But cross the wrong brothers and end up dead | |
| You catch a body full of bullets and get blasted | |
| Tryin' to be a gangsta but you just ain't lastin' | |
| This little town is gettin' wild as hell | |
| Check the penetentiaries and all the jails | |
| If they could lock us all up, that would be just fine | |
| Got my partners from | |
| Oakland doin' serious time | |
| You can't argue with the truth, it's hard to be black | |
| But it's a mindgame and you gotta deal with that | |
| I wake up everyday and | |
| I just can't wait | |
| To make mo money 'cause back in the days | |
| When I rapped, | |
| I did the same damn thing | |
| I do nowGrab the microphone and show you how | |
| But I was broke, the only thing | |
| I had was game | |
| I started makin' money and knew things would change | |
| Bought a Benz, thought it might earn respect | |
| But the OP | |
| D found it hard to accept | |
| I got jacked by the [unverified] | |
| Face down on the ground, keep my hands in sight | |
| Put the handcuffs on backseat, | |
| I'm in itIllegal search for about thirty minutes | |
| Askin' me where's the dope | |
| Where's my gun but | |
| I don't know | |
| I said I'm rappin', they laugh like | |
| I told a joke | |
| And to this day they think | |
| I'm sellin' coke | |
| I want to be free, ohh yeah(And that's the truth) | |
| I want to be free, ohh yeah | |
| I be in Oakland, | |
| California every day of my life | |
| Bass so hard, you think | |
| I'm smokin' a pipe | |
| And if I don't smoke it, | |
| I gots to grind | |
| Searched all my stuff and all you find | |
| Is a pocket full of money, count seven | |
| G'sNow you wanna think | |
| I'm sellin' keys' | |
| Cause I'm a black man, but | |
| I run my own business | |
| So why the police wanna send me to prison | |
| They see a brother makin' major cash | |
| They knock a patch out his black ass | |
| And that's the truth, you can't argue you at all | |
| Tryin' to give you ten years for a phone call | |
| Ain't even trippin' on the dank smoke' | |
| Cause all they wanna find is guns and coke | |
| In court all the time, tryin' to fight it | |
| We get rich, we get [unverified] | |
| So what's the problem officer, this time? | |
| Is havin' big money, bein' black a crime? | |
| Or did you take me to jail to teach me a lesson | |
| Charge me with somethin' or just ask questions | |
| About the brothers | |
| I hang around? | |
| What's really goin' on in the | |
| Oakland town? | |
| Tell me who went broke, and who got rich | |
| But Too $hort baby, just ain't no snitch | |
| You say you're just doin' your job | |
| But you're gettin on my nerves, just like | |
| BobEvery time | |
| I hit a corner, | |
| I see youAlways tellin' brothers what to do | |
| You lock me up 'cause | |
| I don't know how to act | |
| But I'm down for mine, so | |
| I be talkin' back | |
| And when I do, you treat me bad as hell | |
| I'm sick of spendin' nights in jail | |
| I want to be free, ohh yeah(And that's the truth) | |
| I want to be free, ohh yeah | |
| Got out of jail about [unverified] | |
| Walkin' down the street like a broke dopefiend | |
| Had a pocket full of money tryin' to play the role | |
| Benz got towed and | |
| I was hella cold | |
| But I ain't trippin', | |
| I'm gettin' used to it now | |
| Handcuffed, your boy took me straight downtown | |
| For three warrants, had to catch me sooner or later' | |
| Cause the five-oh's always tryin' to jack a playa | |
| For no reason, wasn't doin nothin wrong | |
| You think | |
| I'm lyin', singin' that same ol song | |
| Well I'm a black man, ridin' in a | |
| BenzHow in the hell did | |
| I make these ends? | |
| Here we go, | |
| I pull over to the right | |
| Stop the engine, keep my hands in sight | |
| I start cursin' 'cause it don't make sense | |
| Why would | |
| I run and try to jump a fence | |
| If I was plannin' a smooth getaway | |
| I never woulda stopped in the first place | |
| You'd be high speed chasin' me but this time you ain't' | |
| Cause all | |
| I got on me is a big fat bank | |
| And I hope | |
| I don't get robbed by you know who | |
| Make me donate some | |
| G's to the boys in blue | |
| And if I sue, | |
| I won't get nothin' back | |
| But I ain't mad, | |
| I'm just black | |
| I want to be free, ohh yeah | |
| I want to be free, ohh yeah | |
| I want to be free, ohh yeah | |
| I want to be free, ohh yeah |
| zuo ci : Shaw, Williams | |
| You think | |
| Oakland, California, is a city of punks | |
| It only takes a second to pop the trunk | |
| And just like that, you know it' s real | |
| You' re in the right damn town to get killed | |
| It' s all about the game and nothin' else | |
| You come out here, you better watch yourself' | |
| Cause you can wear what you want, even blue or red | |
| But cross the wrong brothers and end up dead | |
| You catch a body full of bullets and get blasted | |
| Tryin' to be a gangsta but you just ain' t lastin' | |
| This little town is gettin' wild as hell | |
| Check the penetentiaries and all the jails | |
| If they could lock us all up, that would be just fine | |
| Got my partners from | |
| Oakland doin' serious time | |
| You can' t argue with the truth, it' s hard to be black | |
| But it' s a mindgame and you gotta deal with that | |
| I wake up everyday and | |
| I just can' t wait | |
| To make mo money ' cause back in the days | |
| When I rapped, | |
| I did the same damn thing | |
| I do nowGrab the microphone and show you how | |
| But I was broke, the only thing | |
| I had was game | |
| I started makin' money and knew things would change | |
| Bought a Benz, thought it might earn respect | |
| But the OP | |
| D found it hard to accept | |
| I got jacked by the unverified | |
| Face down on the ground, keep my hands in sight | |
| Put the handcuffs on backseat, | |
| I' m in itIllegal search for about thirty minutes | |
| Askin' me where' s the dope | |
| Where' s my gun but | |
| I don' t know | |
| I said I' m rappin', they laugh like | |
| I told a joke | |
| And to this day they think | |
| I' m sellin' coke | |
| I want to be free, ohh yeah And that' s the truth | |
| I want to be free, ohh yeah | |
| I be in Oakland, | |
| California every day of my life | |
| Bass so hard, you think | |
| I' m smokin' a pipe | |
| And if I don' t smoke it, | |
| I gots to grind | |
| Searched all my stuff and all you find | |
| Is a pocket full of money, count seven | |
| G' sNow you wanna think | |
| I' m sellin' keys' | |
| Cause I' m a black man, but | |
| I run my own business | |
| So why the police wanna send me to prison | |
| They see a brother makin' major cash | |
| They knock a patch out his black ass | |
| And that' s the truth, you can' t argue you at all | |
| Tryin' to give you ten years for a phone call | |
| Ain' t even trippin' on the dank smoke' | |
| Cause all they wanna find is guns and coke | |
| In court all the time, tryin' to fight it | |
| We get rich, we get unverified | |
| So what' s the problem officer, this time? | |
| Is havin' big money, bein' black a crime? | |
| Or did you take me to jail to teach me a lesson | |
| Charge me with somethin' or just ask questions | |
| About the brothers | |
| I hang around? | |
| What' s really goin' on in the | |
| Oakland town? | |
| Tell me who went broke, and who got rich | |
| But Too hort baby, just ain' t no snitch | |
| You say you' re just doin' your job | |
| But you' re gettin on my nerves, just like | |
| BobEvery time | |
| I hit a corner, | |
| I see youAlways tellin' brothers what to do | |
| You lock me up ' cause | |
| I don' t know how to act | |
| But I' m down for mine, so | |
| I be talkin' back | |
| And when I do, you treat me bad as hell | |
| I' m sick of spendin' nights in jail | |
| I want to be free, ohh yeah And that' s the truth | |
| I want to be free, ohh yeah | |
| Got out of jail about unverified | |
| Walkin' down the street like a broke dopefiend | |
| Had a pocket full of money tryin' to play the role | |
| Benz got towed and | |
| I was hella cold | |
| But I ain' t trippin', | |
| I' m gettin' used to it now | |
| Handcuffed, your boy took me straight downtown | |
| For three warrants, had to catch me sooner or later' | |
| Cause the fiveoh' s always tryin' to jack a playa | |
| For no reason, wasn' t doin nothin wrong | |
| You think | |
| I' m lyin', singin' that same ol song | |
| Well I' m a black man, ridin' in a | |
| BenzHow in the hell did | |
| I make these ends? | |
| Here we go, | |
| I pull over to the right | |
| Stop the engine, keep my hands in sight | |
| I start cursin' ' cause it don' t make sense | |
| Why would | |
| I run and try to jump a fence | |
| If I was plannin' a smooth getaway | |
| I never woulda stopped in the first place | |
| You' d be high speed chasin' me but this time you ain' t' | |
| Cause all | |
| I got on me is a big fat bank | |
| And I hope | |
| I don' t get robbed by you know who | |
| Make me donate some | |
| G' s to the boys in blue | |
| And if I sue, | |
| I won' t get nothin' back | |
| But I ain' t mad, | |
| I' m just black | |
| I want to be free, ohh yeah | |
| I want to be free, ohh yeah | |
| I want to be free, ohh yeah | |
| I want to be free, ohh yeah |
| zuò cí : Shaw, Williams | |
| You think | |
| Oakland, California, is a city of punks | |
| It only takes a second to pop the trunk | |
| And just like that, you know it' s real | |
| You' re in the right damn town to get killed | |
| It' s all about the game and nothin' else | |
| You come out here, you better watch yourself' | |
| Cause you can wear what you want, even blue or red | |
| But cross the wrong brothers and end up dead | |
| You catch a body full of bullets and get blasted | |
| Tryin' to be a gangsta but you just ain' t lastin' | |
| This little town is gettin' wild as hell | |
| Check the penetentiaries and all the jails | |
| If they could lock us all up, that would be just fine | |
| Got my partners from | |
| Oakland doin' serious time | |
| You can' t argue with the truth, it' s hard to be black | |
| But it' s a mindgame and you gotta deal with that | |
| I wake up everyday and | |
| I just can' t wait | |
| To make mo money ' cause back in the days | |
| When I rapped, | |
| I did the same damn thing | |
| I do nowGrab the microphone and show you how | |
| But I was broke, the only thing | |
| I had was game | |
| I started makin' money and knew things would change | |
| Bought a Benz, thought it might earn respect | |
| But the OP | |
| D found it hard to accept | |
| I got jacked by the unverified | |
| Face down on the ground, keep my hands in sight | |
| Put the handcuffs on backseat, | |
| I' m in itIllegal search for about thirty minutes | |
| Askin' me where' s the dope | |
| Where' s my gun but | |
| I don' t know | |
| I said I' m rappin', they laugh like | |
| I told a joke | |
| And to this day they think | |
| I' m sellin' coke | |
| I want to be free, ohh yeah And that' s the truth | |
| I want to be free, ohh yeah | |
| I be in Oakland, | |
| California every day of my life | |
| Bass so hard, you think | |
| I' m smokin' a pipe | |
| And if I don' t smoke it, | |
| I gots to grind | |
| Searched all my stuff and all you find | |
| Is a pocket full of money, count seven | |
| G' sNow you wanna think | |
| I' m sellin' keys' | |
| Cause I' m a black man, but | |
| I run my own business | |
| So why the police wanna send me to prison | |
| They see a brother makin' major cash | |
| They knock a patch out his black ass | |
| And that' s the truth, you can' t argue you at all | |
| Tryin' to give you ten years for a phone call | |
| Ain' t even trippin' on the dank smoke' | |
| Cause all they wanna find is guns and coke | |
| In court all the time, tryin' to fight it | |
| We get rich, we get unverified | |
| So what' s the problem officer, this time? | |
| Is havin' big money, bein' black a crime? | |
| Or did you take me to jail to teach me a lesson | |
| Charge me with somethin' or just ask questions | |
| About the brothers | |
| I hang around? | |
| What' s really goin' on in the | |
| Oakland town? | |
| Tell me who went broke, and who got rich | |
| But Too hort baby, just ain' t no snitch | |
| You say you' re just doin' your job | |
| But you' re gettin on my nerves, just like | |
| BobEvery time | |
| I hit a corner, | |
| I see youAlways tellin' brothers what to do | |
| You lock me up ' cause | |
| I don' t know how to act | |
| But I' m down for mine, so | |
| I be talkin' back | |
| And when I do, you treat me bad as hell | |
| I' m sick of spendin' nights in jail | |
| I want to be free, ohh yeah And that' s the truth | |
| I want to be free, ohh yeah | |
| Got out of jail about unverified | |
| Walkin' down the street like a broke dopefiend | |
| Had a pocket full of money tryin' to play the role | |
| Benz got towed and | |
| I was hella cold | |
| But I ain' t trippin', | |
| I' m gettin' used to it now | |
| Handcuffed, your boy took me straight downtown | |
| For three warrants, had to catch me sooner or later' | |
| Cause the fiveoh' s always tryin' to jack a playa | |
| For no reason, wasn' t doin nothin wrong | |
| You think | |
| I' m lyin', singin' that same ol song | |
| Well I' m a black man, ridin' in a | |
| BenzHow in the hell did | |
| I make these ends? | |
| Here we go, | |
| I pull over to the right | |
| Stop the engine, keep my hands in sight | |
| I start cursin' ' cause it don' t make sense | |
| Why would | |
| I run and try to jump a fence | |
| If I was plannin' a smooth getaway | |
| I never woulda stopped in the first place | |
| You' d be high speed chasin' me but this time you ain' t' | |
| Cause all | |
| I got on me is a big fat bank | |
| And I hope | |
| I don' t get robbed by you know who | |
| Make me donate some | |
| G' s to the boys in blue | |
| And if I sue, | |
| I won' t get nothin' back | |
| But I ain' t mad, | |
| I' m just black | |
| I want to be free, ohh yeah | |
| I want to be free, ohh yeah | |
| I want to be free, ohh yeah | |
| I want to be free, ohh yeah |
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