Текст песни Grandaddy Souf - Savage Journey (Fuck Da Law)
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(Fuck da law)Hook: x3I don`t give no fuck bout the lawLaw don`t give no fuck bout meFuck da lawFuck da law, hawVerse 1:You can catch me morning up earlyBeating that rooster yawneThe last riderShoot `em up bang bang from Orange CountyMe likes it dirtyMy eyes tittly tight on this savage journeySipping on Moon Shine when I`m thirstyBeef Jerky done kilt my munchiesPacking two Colt 45`s in this land of wild coyotesBlood money savagesNone of them who really know`s meCreep niggas them boys be plotting on my gold piecesThey show hating the stagecoach with the gold Daden`sPeanut Butter gutts like Reese`s and horse`s with gold teeth`esThey curious about meSo da law starting to sweat meI`s the new face and town and all the broads starting to crowd meBut me see`s them notCause I now its part of the plot to play me closeHook: x2I don`t give no fuck bout the lawLaw don`t give no fuck bout meFuck da lawFuck da law, hawVerse 2:I`m at the town saloon tiddy barWhere the local`s go to get fucked upMister bartender double me up with your finest stuffGranddaddy`s the name here`s a fifty keep the changeAnd don`t mine I need a little informationBout a train that`s coming inTransporting prisonersAnd I could use a few good menLike my Uncle Mike, Daren, Lisa, Lil` Ayah now what I`m sayin`I wanna know the first arrivalComing in due South from Live OakAnd it stay`s between the both of usCause I don`t need no hassle`sFrom these nosey ass town folkAnd that redneck ass sheriffAnd I`m knowing that he gotta job to doBut why should I let `em stop what I gotta doSo I`m stomping kicking up dust in my rattle snake skin bootsDesperado let`s start some shitBlow up the courthouse in OrlandoHook: x2I don`t give no fuck bout the lawLaw don`t give no fuck bout meFuck da lawFuck da law, haw[Talking]Man don`t hold yo` mouth open looking like dat thereShit, y`all know it ain`t no damn secrethow the police been treating my people for many damn yearsY`all crackers come round to my neighborhoodActing like it`s y`allsGotcha hands all in my muthafucking drawsMan what the fuck wrong wit u?Fuck y`allVerse 3:A crooked judge and a racist juryThat`s just every black man`s storySo we holding grudgesScreaming fuck `emAnd all of the Orange County judgesAnd with little remorseI`m choking triggersWhat ever to free my niggasShhh!!!Better whisper because some of the listeners be house niggasField niggasFlorida DOC niggasNow them da real niggasFrom Brunstown to down south with a DC numberRiding outNow how about `chaGive me my forty acres and my millionNo goodGood for nothingSons of bitchesTrailer trashI be collecting the stashThe ammunition just waiting for revolutionHold yo fireBlack on black, it`s dem crackers we need to be shootingSuck up yo pride like vacuumsI`m getting tired of flaws in black suitsNo matter what set you claimIt`s a savage journey for all of usWhether you live in da street or BeirutThem crackers ain`t got no luv for youLook at all the bullshit our folks went throughFor equal rights for me and youI ain`t asking for no favorsBut just don`t harass meCause you black cops be the worst copsY`all niggas is voodooFuck youHook: x4I don`t give no fuck bout the lawLaw don`t give no fuck bout meFuck da lawFuck da law, hawFuck da law (fuck da law)Fuck da law y`allX2