Ankle Blues Lyrics
| Song | Ankle Blues |
| Artist | Da Lench Mob |
| Album | Guerillas in tha Mist |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Rashad, Shorty | |
| Listen now Blind Baby what we wanna go for on this record | |
| Is not just a blues record - but we want a document. | |
| An epic document depicting the struggle of da black people | |
| Against the white devil slavemasters." | |
| [Verse One] | |
| Sittin at the pad watchin cops | |
| Trippin off the pigs keepin *************z off the block | |
| But don't let a ************* get got out the ghetto | |
| Cause you know gettin caught out the ghetto | |
| Is a mother****** no-no | |
| Cause you'll meet Mr. Boot, Mr. Feet | |
| Mr. Billyclub and (who?) Mr. Concrete | |
| Face down on the pavement | |
| Keepin *************z out of Crackerville, they do it and they love it | |
| But vice verse the kicks | |
| And put the Lench Mob crew, on the other end of the stick | |
| Fee fie foe fum, the *************z overcome | |
| Everything is numb and it's filmed at eleven | |
| It's like bustin caps at the bunny | |
| You get a buck buck buck, buckshots in the tummy | |
| They didn't have a ****** clue (************* you!) | |
| Yeahh, it's time to get the ankle blues | |
| [Chorus: x2] | |
| "He is the epitome.. of anti-disestablishmentarism" | |
| [scratch] "What's your latest hit brother?" | |
| [Verse Two] | |
| We caught the punk pluggin on our block | |
| He looked like he's armed so I went for my glock | |
| Call up the homies, look like we got one | |
| Lay on the ground paleface, and that's when the fun begun | |
| We beat him down like we were loco | |
| (and said, "************* John Lennon") - (AND HIS PUNK ************* YOKO) | |
| Steady takin charge of the neighborhood | |
| We got a nine-eleven call on another ****** ******wood | |
| We rolled up on him and he broke | |
| He looked like he was tryin to sell some ****** **** | |
| Nope; we ain't goin out like that | |
| That's when I let his ass have it with the gat | |
| Shot him in his back, stopped him in his tracks | |
| He will never sell **** to another ****** black | |
| (cause it's like that) | |
| It's untraced without a clue (************* you!) | |
| Yeahh, his ass caught the ankle blues | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse Three] | |
| N*gga n*gga n*gga n*gga, ************* damn fool | |
| (MONKEY SEE, MONKEY DO!) | |
| House made *************'s on his way with a fat pay | |
| But the mother******s, paid for his doomsday | |
| We laid in the cut for some days | |
| Trippin off this ************* lookin like he's in a daze | |
| What do whitey what do whitey really wanna know? | |
| The outcome of a sellout, is an oreo - yo | |
| We hung him by his neck til it snapped | |
| That's when my homey woke me up out my nap (wake up 'loc) | |
| Wakin back up to the signs of reality | |
| Trippin off the *************t that we watchin on TV | |
| Them mother******s think I'm soft (PSYCH) | |
| It's a sign of the Lench Mob settin it off | |
| It's untraced without a clue | |
| It's the *************z, that's catchin the ankle blues! | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [scratch] "What's your latest hit brother?" | |
| [scratch] "What's your latest hit brother? |
| zuo ci : Rashad, Shorty | |
| Listen now Blind Baby what we wanna go for on this record | |
| Is not just a blues record but we want a document. | |
| An epic document depicting the struggle of da black people | |
| Against the white devil slavemasters." | |
| Verse One | |
| Sittin at the pad watchin cops | |
| Trippin off the pigs keepin z off the block | |
| But don' t let a get got out the ghetto | |
| Cause you know gettin caught out the ghetto | |
| Is a mother nono | |
| Cause you' ll meet Mr. Boot, Mr. Feet | |
| Mr. Billyclub and who? Mr. Concrete | |
| Face down on the pavement | |
| Keepin z out of Crackerville, they do it and they love it | |
| But vice verse the kicks | |
| And put the Lench Mob crew, on the other end of the stick | |
| Fee fie foe fum, the z overcome | |
| Everything is numb and it' s filmed at eleven | |
| It' s like bustin caps at the bunny | |
| You get a buck buck buck, buckshots in the tummy | |
| They didn' t have a clue you! | |
| Yeahh, it' s time to get the ankle blues | |
| Chorus: x2 | |
| " He is the epitome.. of antidisestablishmentarism" | |
| scratch " What' s your latest hit brother?" | |
| Verse Two | |
| We caught the punk pluggin on our block | |
| He looked like he' s armed so I went for my glock | |
| Call up the homies, look like we got one | |
| Lay on the ground paleface, and that' s when the fun begun | |
| We beat him down like we were loco | |
| and said, " John Lennon" AND HIS PUNK YOKO | |
| Steady takin charge of the neighborhood | |
| We got a nineeleven call on another wood | |
| We rolled up on him and he broke | |
| He looked like he was tryin to sell some | |
| Nope we ain' t goin out like that | |
| That' s when I let his ass have it with the gat | |
| Shot him in his back, stopped him in his tracks | |
| He will never sell to another black | |
| cause it' s like that | |
| It' s untraced without a clue you! | |
| Yeahh, his ass caught the ankle blues | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Three | |
| N gga n gga n gga n gga, damn fool | |
| MONKEY SEE, MONKEY DO! | |
| House made ' s on his way with a fat pay | |
| But the mother s, paid for his doomsday | |
| We laid in the cut for some days | |
| Trippin off this lookin like he' s in a daze | |
| What do whitey what do whitey really wanna know? | |
| The outcome of a sellout, is an oreo yo | |
| We hung him by his neck til it snapped | |
| That' s when my homey woke me up out my nap wake up ' loc | |
| Wakin back up to the signs of reality | |
| Trippin off the t that we watchin on TV | |
| Them mother s think I' m soft PSYCH | |
| It' s a sign of the Lench Mob settin it off | |
| It' s untraced without a clue | |
| It' s the z, that' s catchin the ankle blues! | |
| Chorus | |
| scratch " What' s your latest hit brother?" | |
| scratch " What' s your latest hit brother? |
| zuò cí : Rashad, Shorty | |
| Listen now Blind Baby what we wanna go for on this record | |
| Is not just a blues record but we want a document. | |
| An epic document depicting the struggle of da black people | |
| Against the white devil slavemasters." | |
| Verse One | |
| Sittin at the pad watchin cops | |
| Trippin off the pigs keepin z off the block | |
| But don' t let a get got out the ghetto | |
| Cause you know gettin caught out the ghetto | |
| Is a mother nono | |
| Cause you' ll meet Mr. Boot, Mr. Feet | |
| Mr. Billyclub and who? Mr. Concrete | |
| Face down on the pavement | |
| Keepin z out of Crackerville, they do it and they love it | |
| But vice verse the kicks | |
| And put the Lench Mob crew, on the other end of the stick | |
| Fee fie foe fum, the z overcome | |
| Everything is numb and it' s filmed at eleven | |
| It' s like bustin caps at the bunny | |
| You get a buck buck buck, buckshots in the tummy | |
| They didn' t have a clue you! | |
| Yeahh, it' s time to get the ankle blues | |
| Chorus: x2 | |
| " He is the epitome.. of antidisestablishmentarism" | |
| scratch " What' s your latest hit brother?" | |
| Verse Two | |
| We caught the punk pluggin on our block | |
| He looked like he' s armed so I went for my glock | |
| Call up the homies, look like we got one | |
| Lay on the ground paleface, and that' s when the fun begun | |
| We beat him down like we were loco | |
| and said, " John Lennon" AND HIS PUNK YOKO | |
| Steady takin charge of the neighborhood | |
| We got a nineeleven call on another wood | |
| We rolled up on him and he broke | |
| He looked like he was tryin to sell some | |
| Nope we ain' t goin out like that | |
| That' s when I let his ass have it with the gat | |
| Shot him in his back, stopped him in his tracks | |
| He will never sell to another black | |
| cause it' s like that | |
| It' s untraced without a clue you! | |
| Yeahh, his ass caught the ankle blues | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Three | |
| N gga n gga n gga n gga, damn fool | |
| MONKEY SEE, MONKEY DO! | |
| House made ' s on his way with a fat pay | |
| But the mother s, paid for his doomsday | |
| We laid in the cut for some days | |
| Trippin off this lookin like he' s in a daze | |
| What do whitey what do whitey really wanna know? | |
| The outcome of a sellout, is an oreo yo | |
| We hung him by his neck til it snapped | |
| That' s when my homey woke me up out my nap wake up ' loc | |
| Wakin back up to the signs of reality | |
| Trippin off the t that we watchin on TV | |
| Them mother s think I' m soft PSYCH | |
| It' s a sign of the Lench Mob settin it off | |
| It' s untraced without a clue | |
| It' s the z, that' s catchin the ankle blues! | |
| Chorus | |
| scratch " What' s your latest hit brother?" | |
| scratch " What' s your latest hit brother? |
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