Текст песни Del The Funky Homosapien - Wrongplace
Del The Funky Homosapien - Wrongplace слова песни
I writes rhymes for rehearsalbut first chillI gotta little story to tell yahow I almost caught abad oneadd one to the list of 2,000 and 1stupid things to doI had crew when they stepped at a partyhardly even known I own a Smith & Wessonbut it`s resting at homein a shoe boxthey see crews jockso they wanna step and test the rep I gotI said `Wait a second,check inside my coat for a shank`they must be imagining that I`m money in the bankthey`ll get spankedcause I`m not the niggaI got bigga brothers waiting in the bushesto mush kidsI talk when I wanna talknever silenceviolence erupts when I clown yacatch a beat down yacause I never back away from niggaseven if you gotta pistolI dare ya pull the triggabut that`s suicideeither you must dieor I mustso why bust mecause I`m guiltyof being in the wrong placeat the wrong timecomin` at ya in the wrong state of mindI`m now in a hurrya pow when a flurryof bullets come speeding byI needn`t dieI gotta make tracks & take back my wordsI eat `emcause everybody knows I didn`t beat `em...[CHORUS:]"Being in the wrong place at the wrong time"I`m out on the townI don`t frown at peoplecause they tend to get offendedand then the heat willbe on my assI got classnever out of line, causeI`m standing here without a ninepistols I wish will not blast meTAZ be circlin` cornerslookin` for Warnersyou know the Brothersme & youwe didn`t do shitbut we get hassledbecause we crew & we rollin`this is my carit isn`t stollenI hope you catch a slugstraight in your colonwhen ya walkin` the beatI bet ya gotta sheet hangin` up in ya closetphuck this law shitbut there is two laws to follow, you knowthere is laws of the cityand there`s laws of the ghettoI go to clubs with a smile on my facejust in case niggas look & wanna whyle in the placecause of jealousyDel is meonly meniggas walkin` in poppin` shitthat`s who the phonies bepeep it one nightand you`ll see it it`s quite clearsince we all know nowthat`s why we`renever in the wrong place @ the wrong time![CHORUS]Damn, I hate cops!I need to bust they chopsalways gettin` props for the niggas they poppeep,I smoke weedget weededcause I need it to calm my nerves before a pig get bleededI got busted for less than a gram of hashthey wanna cram my assin the slammerthat punk po-pobringin` back hash from Amsterdam is a no-noI didn`t know they would catch mepunk mutt fetch mestretched me out at Customsgotta bust `emI can`t call itthey found it in my walletnow Customs got meand I just can`t stall itI wish they would leave me alonedog lookin` at me likefeed me a bonehe might bite mevery likelythey had to strike me with a fine or timeI said finemines was 500 bonesfor a gram of hashmy mind was blowncome back to Michiganso we can pitch againfederal offensenow I better go & convince the judge...[CHORUS]