Take It There - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Take It There - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | The Roots |
| Artist | Wadud Ahmad |
| Album | Game Theory |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : A.P. Thompson/L. Ron Hubbard/K. Gray | |
| Stand up, stretch for the stars | |
| Get somebody else involved right next to ya | |
| Y'all elected me to keep it so fresh for ya | |
| Just cause | |
| I make it possible for the rest of ya | |
| To just take it there come on and | |
| Get your head ringin' from the sting of the snare | |
| Spine tingle elevating every singular hair | |
| All the way from | |
| South Philly on a wing and prayer | |
| And still bringin' it yeah[Chorus] | |
| C'mon take it there | |
| C'mon take it there | |
| Let's take it there | |
| C'mon take it there | |
| I'm from the side of town | |
| Where shots get sprayed around | |
| Where the expectancy rate be twenty-eight around | |
| Downtown battleground where cops parade around | |
| Have your whole view of life beyond jaded | |
| How everybody sick of breaking down, tryin' a make it out | |
| Hand over fist the only way to get the paper down | |
| People tired of gettin' pushed around, gettin' gangsta now | |
| Discipline the only way to bring some kinda change around | |
| Chain cirgarette smokin' with bad nerves | |
| And brothas with bad lungs from smokin' mad herb | |
| Whoever in the dark is unseen and heard | |
| Let's submerge, | |
| I can feel something close we on the verge | |
| Talkin' bout, to my street sweepers, hotel housekeepers | |
| And my people spillin' this out through jail house speakers | |
| Some people rather use than might than use heaters | |
| Some people rather lose they life than lose freedom | |
| For real[Chorus][poem interlude] | |
| Society's time bomb laying dormant | |
| Our peopledisenfranchised for the free world | |
| Oil for food but they still hungry | |
| No democracy | |
| They said one vote equals one voice | |
| But he told you if he can't work to make it | |
| He'll rob to take it | |
| The villains | |
| Abandoning the planet and the people | |
| Another hot summer yo, they 'bout to flood the prisons | |
| This ain't no do diddley, it's a do somethin' | |
| Flash light, red light, proceed ahead right | |
| Straight into them headlights, you get your head right | |
| Head right get a third strike, hit the turnpike | |
| Life quicker than spliff that wouldn't burn right | |
| Make you wanna holla 'bout it | |
| It ain't no doubt about it | |
| Every now and then you gotta stand up and shout about it | |
| And I'll be shoutin' it to, as if a shout'll count | |
| Yo they got accountin' to do, reamount the ballot | |
| The shit more puzzlin' than a jigsaw | |
| Raw pitbulls hustlin' through the pitfalls | |
| Some of y'all toys let the laughter rip roar | |
| Heart felt truth in every lyric | |
| I spit forth | |
| Raise up time to lift off | |
| Written on a lega pad, poetry that sizzle the clip board | |
| My og, my homey who taught me deal | |
| Said in prayer that's the only time you should ever kneel | |
| And that's real, | |
| I'm a take it there[Chorus] |
| zuo qu : A. P. Thompson L. Ron Hubbard K. Gray | |
| Stand up, stretch for the stars | |
| Get somebody else involved right next to ya | |
| Y' all elected me to keep it so fresh for ya | |
| Just cause | |
| I make it possible for the rest of ya | |
| To just take it there come on and | |
| Get your head ringin' from the sting of the snare | |
| Spine tingle elevating every singular hair | |
| All the way from | |
| South Philly on a wing and prayer | |
| And still bringin' it yeah Chorus | |
| C' mon take it there | |
| C' mon take it there | |
| Let' s take it there | |
| C' mon take it there | |
| I' m from the side of town | |
| Where shots get sprayed around | |
| Where the expectancy rate be twentyeight around | |
| Downtown battleground where cops parade around | |
| Have your whole view of life beyond jaded | |
| How everybody sick of breaking down, tryin' a make it out | |
| Hand over fist the only way to get the paper down | |
| People tired of gettin' pushed around, gettin' gangsta now | |
| Discipline the only way to bring some kinda change around | |
| Chain cirgarette smokin' with bad nerves | |
| And brothas with bad lungs from smokin' mad herb | |
| Whoever in the dark is unseen and heard | |
| Let' s submerge, | |
| I can feel something close we on the verge | |
| Talkin' bout, to my street sweepers, hotel housekeepers | |
| And my people spillin' this out through jail house speakers | |
| Some people rather use than might than use heaters | |
| Some people rather lose they life than lose freedom | |
| For real Chorus poem interlude | |
| Society' s time bomb laying dormant | |
| Our peopledisenfranchised for the free world | |
| Oil for food but they still hungry | |
| No democracy | |
| They said one vote equals one voice | |
| But he told you if he can' t work to make it | |
| He' ll rob to take it | |
| The villains | |
| Abandoning the planet and the people | |
| Another hot summer yo, they ' bout to flood the prisons | |
| This ain' t no do diddley, it' s a do somethin' | |
| Flash light, red light, proceed ahead right | |
| Straight into them headlights, you get your head right | |
| Head right get a third strike, hit the turnpike | |
| Life quicker than spliff that wouldn' t burn right | |
| Make you wanna holla ' bout it | |
| It ain' t no doubt about it | |
| Every now and then you gotta stand up and shout about it | |
| And I' ll be shoutin' it to, as if a shout' ll count | |
| Yo they got accountin' to do, reamount the ballot | |
| The shit more puzzlin' than a jigsaw | |
| Raw pitbulls hustlin' through the pitfalls | |
| Some of y' all toys let the laughter rip roar | |
| Heart felt truth in every lyric | |
| I spit forth | |
| Raise up time to lift off | |
| Written on a lega pad, poetry that sizzle the clip board | |
| My og, my homey who taught me deal | |
| Said in prayer that' s the only time you should ever kneel | |
| And that' s real, | |
| I' m a take it there Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : A. P. Thompson L. Ron Hubbard K. Gray | |
| Stand up, stretch for the stars | |
| Get somebody else involved right next to ya | |
| Y' all elected me to keep it so fresh for ya | |
| Just cause | |
| I make it possible for the rest of ya | |
| To just take it there come on and | |
| Get your head ringin' from the sting of the snare | |
| Spine tingle elevating every singular hair | |
| All the way from | |
| South Philly on a wing and prayer | |
| And still bringin' it yeah Chorus | |
| C' mon take it there | |
| C' mon take it there | |
| Let' s take it there | |
| C' mon take it there | |
| I' m from the side of town | |
| Where shots get sprayed around | |
| Where the expectancy rate be twentyeight around | |
| Downtown battleground where cops parade around | |
| Have your whole view of life beyond jaded | |
| How everybody sick of breaking down, tryin' a make it out | |
| Hand over fist the only way to get the paper down | |
| People tired of gettin' pushed around, gettin' gangsta now | |
| Discipline the only way to bring some kinda change around | |
| Chain cirgarette smokin' with bad nerves | |
| And brothas with bad lungs from smokin' mad herb | |
| Whoever in the dark is unseen and heard | |
| Let' s submerge, | |
| I can feel something close we on the verge | |
| Talkin' bout, to my street sweepers, hotel housekeepers | |
| And my people spillin' this out through jail house speakers | |
| Some people rather use than might than use heaters | |
| Some people rather lose they life than lose freedom | |
| For real Chorus poem interlude | |
| Society' s time bomb laying dormant | |
| Our peopledisenfranchised for the free world | |
| Oil for food but they still hungry | |
| No democracy | |
| They said one vote equals one voice | |
| But he told you if he can' t work to make it | |
| He' ll rob to take it | |
| The villains | |
| Abandoning the planet and the people | |
| Another hot summer yo, they ' bout to flood the prisons | |
| This ain' t no do diddley, it' s a do somethin' | |
| Flash light, red light, proceed ahead right | |
| Straight into them headlights, you get your head right | |
| Head right get a third strike, hit the turnpike | |
| Life quicker than spliff that wouldn' t burn right | |
| Make you wanna holla ' bout it | |
| It ain' t no doubt about it | |
| Every now and then you gotta stand up and shout about it | |
| And I' ll be shoutin' it to, as if a shout' ll count | |
| Yo they got accountin' to do, reamount the ballot | |
| The shit more puzzlin' than a jigsaw | |
| Raw pitbulls hustlin' through the pitfalls | |
| Some of y' all toys let the laughter rip roar | |
| Heart felt truth in every lyric | |
| I spit forth | |
| Raise up time to lift off | |
| Written on a lega pad, poetry that sizzle the clip board | |
| My og, my homey who taught me deal | |
| Said in prayer that' s the only time you should ever kneel | |
| And that' s real, | |
| I' m a take it there Chorus |
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