Till Jesus Comes — текст песни (DJ Quik)


[12 second intro to start]

[DJ Quik]
I grew up with haters right under the same roof
Ain`t never no food, but the whiskey is 80 proof
Niggaz is shootin at me, and my sister called the police
to tell `em that my homies loaned me a piece
Devil-worshippin neighbors, niggaz borrowin penicillin
Rats and roaches is chillin, my sister makin a killin
Sellin drugs to my other sisters and now I hope
They break in her fuckin Buick and pinch on her dope
I transferred out of Compton High School with a gun in my pants
Ready for whatever comes and I`m prayin
I ain`t gotta be the one shot up in the hospital
Simply because Compton never had one, fuck it
I shot them niggaz and I moved to another town
Gave the gun to Darryl and I had him go melt it down
How many times did they call me a fag
`Til they got stomped out and threatened with a 44 mag

[Chorus]
We gotta freak the freak the funk
We gotta seize and squeeze the pump
We gotta tease and beat these punks
Get on your knees `til Jesus comes {*BLAM*}
Give up the keys, get in the trunk
And if he freeze, begin to dump
We gotta smash and kick and stomp, blast a punk
Get on your knees `til Jesus comes {*BLAM*}

[DJ Quik]
Niggaz call me dumb but I`m smarter than your momma
For lettin yo` daddy ejaculate in her and stickin her wit`cho drama
Cause you ain`t nuttin but a skanky welfare case
Livin in scum Bum-o-Rama
A shelf full of antibiotics and narcotics
Dwellin in a house full of lazy psychotics
Pissin and shittin on theyself and you too stupid to help
Because you just a dumb nigga yourself
Ain`t that the kettle callin the pot round and hot? (Huh?)
Ain`t the reason you `bout to be found bound and shot? (Huh?)
You need to keep my name off your tongue, before they find you hung
with a letter in your own handwriting motherfucker

[Chorus] w/ Get out your instead of Give up the

[DJ Quik]
How much liquor could I consume in one sitting?
How many niggaz did I shake for bullshittin?
I run any console, I`m an engineer
And I drink imported beer while I`m lookin for the gear
I`m a stylist, I`m not a porn star
I know enough to where I can service my own car
I ain`t ignorin you stupid, I just be watchin my own rhythms
and lovin how they fall, this music is different
A new generation
The beat is so fancy, look at my presentation
It`s not 16, it`s 12, makin a scene as well
Watchin my green and mail, how could I fail?
How could I fail?

[Chorus] w/ drawn down and buck instead of begin to dump



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