Song | Brakes |
Artist | De La Soul |
Album | Stakes Is High |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hodby R., Jimenez, L., Mason ... | |
There's a lot of people out here | |
Who just don't know | |
What plays a factor | |
In movin' heads and toes | |
It be them hits | |
Hangin' out of them stereo kits | |
Whether cassette radio or cd bits | |
Mix tapes from the best | |
Going on and on | |
Throughout the city grounds | |
To suburban lawns | |
Man, we don't play | |
Even where we stay | |
Videos shows the visuals | |
Of jams today | |
Coinciding with the rhythm | |
Of the heart and neck | |
The brakes got you | |
In your proper context | |
You let your lex or your | |
Sixty-four suspension | |
Bounce away all your tension | |
En route to the club | |
Where girls need the quenchin' | |
Diamonds on your wrist | |
Sunroof top | |
But niggas out front | |
Makin' guns go pop | |
So the spot gets shut | |
But on to the next | |
'cause your ears get vexed | |
When they don't get the fix cause | |
[these are the brakes] | |
It be your listenin pleasure | |
While you're doin your chores | |
[these are the brakes] | |
No matter where you from | |
It's for you and yours | |
[these are the brakes] | |
Bringing it back to the brakes | |
Like the 'yes yes y'all' | |
[these are the brakes] | |
So let it be your anthem | |
When you're havin' a ball | |
Well it's silly of me | |
To think that i | |
Would never get a chance to see | |
A piece of this pie | |
I sat dead in front of speakers | |
Thinkin' that could be me | |
Anticipatin' open microphones | |
So i could emcee | |
Had a catalogue of raps | |
Impressin' all the 'round-the-wayers | |
Before i went to bed | |
Included rhymes into my prayers | |
But that rhyme is all on paper | |
I want my song on vinyl plates | |
I dreamin' hits and doin' shows | |
Makin my niggas spines shake | |
Expectin' nuttin but a little bit | |
Of radio play | |
Gettin diced on 1 and 2's | |
By the best djs, hey | |
Time was kinda tight | |
But still i dotted on the line | |
And some expected me | |
To start buhlooning in the mind | |
Seein' spaces and places | |
That i couldn't pronounce | |
But still i had the pulleys | |
To make all the bullies bounce | |
With the blessings of the great | |
We took it from state to state | |
'cause we landed on the good foot | |
And got our biggest brake cause | |
[these are the brakes] | |
A mother gets mugged | |
By her crackhead son | |
"that's the brakes, that's the brakes" | |
You're in the wrong part of town | |
So the shots make you run | |
"that's the brakes, that's the brakes" | |
Your best comrades put six tabs | |
In your o.e. | |
"that's the brakes, that's the brakes" | |
Your boyfriend made you a carrier of hiv | |
"that's the brakes, that's the brakes" | |
Now what's gonna happen | |
When the sun don't shine | |
I'm buyin tickets aboard | |
The caravan of love | |
Hey fellas | |
See, money don't make shots repel | |
I break woes and compose | |
Some rhymes to tell | |
So when the party's live | |
It shouldn't be beef | |
Or playin' indian roles | |
I guess you thought you was chief | |
Seems all broke up | |
And now you woke up surprised | |
Situation's gettin sticky | |
Dead in front of your eyes | |
We play the wall | |
Similar to tacks | |
Until the dj plays | |
The necessary track | |
In fact as the jam plays on | |
Out comes all your bread | |
To pay for drinks | |
For them girls you want to spread | |
Don't be mislead | |
When the brakes inside your head | |
And have you reminiscing | |
On them kids who got you fed | |
Until reality reveals a miss | |
Who wants to know | |
If you can play her real close | |
Out on the dance floor 'cause | |
[these are the brakes] | |
It be your listenin pleasure | |
While you're doin your chores | |
[these are the brakes] | |
No matter where you from | |
It's for you and yours | |
[these are the brakes] | |
Ringin it back to the brakes | |
Like the 'yes yes y'all' | |
[these are the brakes] | |
So let it be your anthem | |
When you're havin, a ball |
zuo ci : Hodby R., Jimenez, L., Mason ... | |
There' s a lot of people out here | |
Who just don' t know | |
What plays a factor | |
In movin' heads and toes | |
It be them hits | |
Hangin' out of them stereo kits | |
Whether cassette radio or cd bits | |
Mix tapes from the best | |
Going on and on | |
Throughout the city grounds | |
To suburban lawns | |
Man, we don' t play | |
Even where we stay | |
Videos shows the visuals | |
Of jams today | |
Coinciding with the rhythm | |
Of the heart and neck | |
The brakes got you | |
In your proper context | |
You let your lex or your | |
Sixtyfour suspension | |
Bounce away all your tension | |
En route to the club | |
Where girls need the quenchin' | |
Diamonds on your wrist | |
Sunroof top | |
But niggas out front | |
Makin' guns go pop | |
So the spot gets shut | |
But on to the next | |
' cause your ears get vexed | |
When they don' t get the fix cause | |
these are the brakes | |
It be your listenin pleasure | |
While you' re doin your chores | |
these are the brakes | |
No matter where you from | |
It' s for you and yours | |
these are the brakes | |
Bringing it back to the brakes | |
Like the ' yes yes y' all' | |
these are the brakes | |
So let it be your anthem | |
When you' re havin' a ball | |
Well it' s silly of me | |
To think that i | |
Would never get a chance to see | |
A piece of this pie | |
I sat dead in front of speakers | |
Thinkin' that could be me | |
Anticipatin' open microphones | |
So i could emcee | |
Had a catalogue of raps | |
Impressin' all the ' roundthewayers | |
Before i went to bed | |
Included rhymes into my prayers | |
But that rhyme is all on paper | |
I want my song on vinyl plates | |
I dreamin' hits and doin' shows | |
Makin my niggas spines shake | |
Expectin' nuttin but a little bit | |
Of radio play | |
Gettin diced on 1 and 2' s | |
By the best djs, hey | |
Time was kinda tight | |
But still i dotted on the line | |
And some expected me | |
To start buhlooning in the mind | |
Seein' spaces and places | |
That i couldn' t pronounce | |
But still i had the pulleys | |
To make all the bullies bounce | |
With the blessings of the great | |
We took it from state to state | |
' cause we landed on the good foot | |
And got our biggest brake cause | |
these are the brakes | |
A mother gets mugged | |
By her crackhead son | |
" that' s the brakes, that' s the brakes" | |
You' re in the wrong part of town | |
So the shots make you run | |
" that' s the brakes, that' s the brakes" | |
Your best comrades put six tabs | |
In your o. e. | |
" that' s the brakes, that' s the brakes" | |
Your boyfriend made you a carrier of hiv | |
" that' s the brakes, that' s the brakes" | |
Now what' s gonna happen | |
When the sun don' t shine | |
I' m buyin tickets aboard | |
The caravan of love | |
Hey fellas | |
See, money don' t make shots repel | |
I break woes and compose | |
Some rhymes to tell | |
So when the party' s live | |
It shouldn' t be beef | |
Or playin' indian roles | |
I guess you thought you was chief | |
Seems all broke up | |
And now you woke up surprised | |
Situation' s gettin sticky | |
Dead in front of your eyes | |
We play the wall | |
Similar to tacks | |
Until the dj plays | |
The necessary track | |
In fact as the jam plays on | |
Out comes all your bread | |
To pay for drinks | |
For them girls you want to spread | |
Don' t be mislead | |
When the brakes inside your head | |
And have you reminiscing | |
On them kids who got you fed | |
Until reality reveals a miss | |
Who wants to know | |
If you can play her real close | |
Out on the dance floor ' cause | |
these are the brakes | |
It be your listenin pleasure | |
While you' re doin your chores | |
these are the brakes | |
No matter where you from | |
It' s for you and yours | |
these are the brakes | |
Ringin it back to the brakes | |
Like the ' yes yes y' all' | |
these are the brakes | |
So let it be your anthem | |
When you' re havin, a ball |
zuò cí : Hodby R., Jimenez, L., Mason ... | |
There' s a lot of people out here | |
Who just don' t know | |
What plays a factor | |
In movin' heads and toes | |
It be them hits | |
Hangin' out of them stereo kits | |
Whether cassette radio or cd bits | |
Mix tapes from the best | |
Going on and on | |
Throughout the city grounds | |
To suburban lawns | |
Man, we don' t play | |
Even where we stay | |
Videos shows the visuals | |
Of jams today | |
Coinciding with the rhythm | |
Of the heart and neck | |
The brakes got you | |
In your proper context | |
You let your lex or your | |
Sixtyfour suspension | |
Bounce away all your tension | |
En route to the club | |
Where girls need the quenchin' | |
Diamonds on your wrist | |
Sunroof top | |
But niggas out front | |
Makin' guns go pop | |
So the spot gets shut | |
But on to the next | |
' cause your ears get vexed | |
When they don' t get the fix cause | |
these are the brakes | |
It be your listenin pleasure | |
While you' re doin your chores | |
these are the brakes | |
No matter where you from | |
It' s for you and yours | |
these are the brakes | |
Bringing it back to the brakes | |
Like the ' yes yes y' all' | |
these are the brakes | |
So let it be your anthem | |
When you' re havin' a ball | |
Well it' s silly of me | |
To think that i | |
Would never get a chance to see | |
A piece of this pie | |
I sat dead in front of speakers | |
Thinkin' that could be me | |
Anticipatin' open microphones | |
So i could emcee | |
Had a catalogue of raps | |
Impressin' all the ' roundthewayers | |
Before i went to bed | |
Included rhymes into my prayers | |
But that rhyme is all on paper | |
I want my song on vinyl plates | |
I dreamin' hits and doin' shows | |
Makin my niggas spines shake | |
Expectin' nuttin but a little bit | |
Of radio play | |
Gettin diced on 1 and 2' s | |
By the best djs, hey | |
Time was kinda tight | |
But still i dotted on the line | |
And some expected me | |
To start buhlooning in the mind | |
Seein' spaces and places | |
That i couldn' t pronounce | |
But still i had the pulleys | |
To make all the bullies bounce | |
With the blessings of the great | |
We took it from state to state | |
' cause we landed on the good foot | |
And got our biggest brake cause | |
these are the brakes | |
A mother gets mugged | |
By her crackhead son | |
" that' s the brakes, that' s the brakes" | |
You' re in the wrong part of town | |
So the shots make you run | |
" that' s the brakes, that' s the brakes" | |
Your best comrades put six tabs | |
In your o. e. | |
" that' s the brakes, that' s the brakes" | |
Your boyfriend made you a carrier of hiv | |
" that' s the brakes, that' s the brakes" | |
Now what' s gonna happen | |
When the sun don' t shine | |
I' m buyin tickets aboard | |
The caravan of love | |
Hey fellas | |
See, money don' t make shots repel | |
I break woes and compose | |
Some rhymes to tell | |
So when the party' s live | |
It shouldn' t be beef | |
Or playin' indian roles | |
I guess you thought you was chief | |
Seems all broke up | |
And now you woke up surprised | |
Situation' s gettin sticky | |
Dead in front of your eyes | |
We play the wall | |
Similar to tacks | |
Until the dj plays | |
The necessary track | |
In fact as the jam plays on | |
Out comes all your bread | |
To pay for drinks | |
For them girls you want to spread | |
Don' t be mislead | |
When the brakes inside your head | |
And have you reminiscing | |
On them kids who got you fed | |
Until reality reveals a miss | |
Who wants to know | |
If you can play her real close | |
Out on the dance floor ' cause | |
these are the brakes | |
It be your listenin pleasure | |
While you' re doin your chores | |
these are the brakes | |
No matter where you from | |
It' s for you and yours | |
these are the brakes | |
Ringin it back to the brakes | |
Like the ' yes yes y' all' | |
these are the brakes | |
So let it be your anthem | |
When you' re havin, a ball |