Текст песни Beastie Boys - Looking Down the Barrel of a Gun
Beastie Boys - Looking Down the Barrel of a Gun слова песни
[Mike D yells]AAAAAH![Mike D, MCA, Ad Rock]Rolling down the hill, snowballing getting biggerExplosion in the chamber, the hammer from the triggerI seen him get stabbed, I watched the blood spill outHe had more cuts than my man Chuck Chillout24 is my age and 22 is my guageI`m writing rhymes on a page, and going up in a rage`Cause I`m out on a mission, a stolen car missionHad a small problem with the transmission3 on the tree in the middle of the nightI have this steak on my head `cause I got into a fist fightLife comes in phases take the good with the badYou bought the coins on the street and you know you got hadBecause it`s all high spirit, you know you got to hear itDon`t touch the mic baby don`t come near itIt`s gonna getcha, it`s gonna getchaIt`s gonna getcha girl, it`s gonna getcha Looking down the barrel of a gun, son of gunSon of a bitch getting paid getting richUltra violence be running through my headCold medina y`all, making me see redRapid fire Louie like Rambo got bulletsI`m a die harder like my kid Bruce WillisI love girlies, waxing and milkingCoordinating shit is my man Dave ScilkenPredetermined destiny is who I amYou got your finger on the trigger like the Son of SamI am like Clockwork Orange, going off on the townI`ve got homeboys bonanza to beat your ass downWell I`m mad at my desk and I`ll be writing all curse wordsExpressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse wordsYou`re a headless chicken chasin, a sucker free basinLooking for a fist to put your face inWell get hip get hip, don`t slip ya knuckle headsRacism is schism on the serious tip