| Song | Chocolate Supa Highway |
| Artist | Spearhead |
| Album | Chocolate Supa Highway |
| 作词 : Franti | |
| (chorus) | |
| Rock rock y'all spearheads comes alive | |
| On the eve of 2 triple o | |
| 11:45 | |
| No jive we be survivin' | |
| Singin' praises to jah | |
| Every time we throw down and every time we puff la | |
| Haaaaa!!! well you can roll my way | |
| On the chocolate supa highway!!! | |
| Late last year | |
| Some of ya mighta had fear, that the spearhead crew | |
| Would never be back through your way, no way | |
| We naw go out like that, becaouse we livin' for the riddim | |
| And the funk is always fat so | |
| We bring fat beats like a gift for xmas | |
| I'll make you testify just like an o.j simpson witness | |
| Our sound is so alarming like killer bees people all be swarming | |
| So like the price is right come on down, make a little wish | |
| But excuse me while i light my spliff and make some noise | |
| If you think the herbs a gift. hoooo!! | |
| (chorus) | |
| Check it i'm descending back into this record | |
| The heavy breathing funky rhyme paramedic | |
| Shootin' funky venom from my sharp teeth injectors | |
| Not vex ya but yes to resurrect ya | |
| 'cause i can't stand the pain outside my window | |
| Why ya think so many smokin' indo blunts | |
| Sippin' gin and juice for confidence | |
| Blowin' more la than jackie chan be doin' stunts | |
| The buddah elevates the stress off the chest | |
| But could never elevate boot off the ghetto necks | |
| Flex like flash when they try to pull me under | |
| But like the lightnin' i'll be there before the thunder | |
| (chorus) | |
| Yes i remember the time in oklahoma | |
| You tried to blame an arab | |
| But the whitey was the bomber | |
| You be jumpin' to conclusions | |
| I think you spent your whole life | |
| Watchin' cable in seclusion | |
| Illusions 'bout what's outside your door | |
| One nigga two nigga three nigga four | |
| Robbing every house and every liquor store | |
| Run for your life we marchin' one million more | |
| Plowing the fields like some natty dread farmers | |
| You can roll your own in september from our harvest | |
| Big up yourself... when life comes gets the hardest | |
| Spearheads comin' straight from the cartridge | |
| (chorus) |
| zuò cí : Franti | |
| chorus | |
| Rock rock y' all spearheads comes alive | |
| On the eve of 2 triple o | |
| 11: 45 | |
| No jive we be survivin' | |
| Singin' praises to jah | |
| Every time we throw down and every time we puff la | |
| Haaaaa!!! well you can roll my way | |
| On the chocolate supa highway!!! | |
| Late last year | |
| Some of ya mighta had fear, that the spearhead crew | |
| Would never be back through your way, no way | |
| We naw go out like that, becaouse we livin' for the riddim | |
| And the funk is always fat so | |
| We bring fat beats like a gift for xmas | |
| I' ll make you testify just like an o. j simpson witness | |
| Our sound is so alarming like killer bees people all be swarming | |
| So like the price is right come on down, make a little wish | |
| But excuse me while i light my spliff and make some noise | |
| If you think the herbs a gift. hoooo!! | |
| chorus | |
| Check it i' m descending back into this record | |
| The heavy breathing funky rhyme paramedic | |
| Shootin' funky venom from my sharp teeth injectors | |
| Not vex ya but yes to resurrect ya | |
| ' cause i can' t stand the pain outside my window | |
| Why ya think so many smokin' indo blunts | |
| Sippin' gin and juice for confidence | |
| Blowin' more la than jackie chan be doin' stunts | |
| The buddah elevates the stress off the chest | |
| But could never elevate boot off the ghetto necks | |
| Flex like flash when they try to pull me under | |
| But like the lightnin' i' ll be there before the thunder | |
| chorus | |
| Yes i remember the time in oklahoma | |
| You tried to blame an arab | |
| But the whitey was the bomber | |
| You be jumpin' to conclusions | |
| I think you spent your whole life | |
| Watchin' cable in seclusion | |
| Illusions ' bout what' s outside your door | |
| One nigga two nigga three nigga four | |
| Robbing every house and every liquor store | |
| Run for your life we marchin' one million more | |
| Plowing the fields like some natty dread farmers | |
| You can roll your own in september from our harvest | |
| Big up yourself... when life comes gets the hardest | |
| Spearheads comin' straight from the cartridge | |
| chorus |