Текст песни Tlc - Cradle Rock
Tlc - Cradle Rock слова песни
Method man & left eye(appears on method mans album "tical 2:judgement day")All the children comin into the light....There will be....Chorus:Rock-a-bye babyFrom the rooftopWhen the guns blowYour cradle gets rockedWhen the earth quakesAnd the sky start to fallDown will come emceesFake shit and allRooftoppin be the shell shotThe bomb dropsAftershock blow your mother clockTo smitherinesTime stopsFlying guillotineComin for your flyWhat you mean you spilled the beans, huh? Blacked out and thought I seen pacLaced a big glockWhats a bird to a brother with a flock whatThey got some nerveThey even try share the turfOn john jFlap a nigga gayWith the word playHot neck shoot you with a giftIts your birthdayGod hatin ugly in the worst wayFuck em like the earth sayFrom first dayI surveyed the hassleDeath knockin at your doorIn the big appleMeth rotton to the coreShackled in the sound castleThe dungeon with verminIn the form of emceesDetermined to step foot on gods soilNot knowin that these egg-headsCome hard boiledAnd heavy handedThe aliens have just landedAny any wayOverthrow these niggas planetIndependence dayFelons get split melonsHomicideBug niggas get the bug repellantInsecticideJohnny 5 take it worldwideAs long as I pledge allegianceTo the dark sideI never dieWho you know with a flow like thisBring em inWhat clan you know blow like thisBring em inTake dat niggaThere will be....The sound of gun burstsPut the foul in the turf(foul in the turf)You cant think planet from the my control theory(my control theory)Murder in the first bring em back down to earth(back down to earth)Yall niggas dont hear me prepare for the worst(prepare for the worst)Times gon changeNuttin will remain the sameMillion dollar broke niggasStill fucked up in the gameMake me wanna choke niggasShittin on my nameTuck ya chain when I approachNigga go against the grain nowCan you stand the rain nowDie hard fanCall me john john mcclain nowSnake verse the crane styleDeath to the enemyWu brother number oneThe centipedeTroublesomeSend em all to kingdom comeSun still shine oneTime for your crooked mindDrunk off of cheap wineSon Im in the street crimeEvery word every lineGot juice very fineTurn me loose on man kindDetonate the land mineFunk gets my go nowIll never sell, never soldLive by the code nowNever tell, never toldDarts I throwLike clyde with the finger rollClutch shots and whatnotThis is where the buck stopsStill cant eatAnd yall still cant sleepI elect myself as presidential emceeWu tang killa beeThe bee hive facilityIn love with the blunt smokeEven though its killin meBad vibes fillin me withThoughts of conspiracyWhitewater scandalsWith bill clinton n hillaryToo hot to handleToo well put together to dismantleFuckerYou heardFucker...There will be....Excuse me as I kiss the skyCatch me when I fall sonIm too young to dieMe and leftyThat be the eyeCome touch meIf you dont know meYoull never know meBooster bradyEn espanolMe legs shocks on youMan if you test me....Fire upon your headI say fire upon your chestMan if you test I sayYou feel exemptAnybody want to contest meAs you reach for meCheckCocky.....CheckSmarty boy contest meHave to reach for me....ChorusA-yoI got three-hundred and sixtyDegrees of selfThats mind, body, and spirit120 degrees of peaceWe gon break it down into simple termsThats 9 nigga 9Highest level of changeToo many niggas sittin on they assWaitin for shit to just happenShit dont just happenDont fuck around and miss the boatIf you take away the negativeMake room for the positiveThats addin and subtractinOn the realNiggas better learn they mathCuz if my calculations serve me correctIm gonna fuck around and have all this shitIm on yo ass niggaIm on yo ass...