Solid Ground (feat. Junior Reid)

Текст песни Smif-n-Wessun - Solid Ground (feat. Junior Reid)

(ft. Junior Reid)

Hook:
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Go down, the oppressor
He ain’t gonna hold me down!
So go down, oppressor (wind is blowing)
And he runs solid ground
So go down, oppressor (wind is blowing)
He run solid ground
So go down, the oppressor (wind is blowing)
He ain’t gonna push me around!
So go down, the oppressor
Go down, go down, go down!
Listen, she’s off’ seeds we gonna plant them
Breeze off it blow, but the enemies are scattered
Hope the end justify the means, it don’t really matter
The people don’t progress, that’s what makes me madder
It’s sadder to see the things I see
Make me be the way I be
Crying for the cheese, crime life and prime time
Supply them with dreams, that’s why we buy the things
But we ain’t feeling the same pains revive in the skin
I’m from the best side, best stuff fly in my’
You know we’re often’ though it’s been a look around
Throw back bones and some cold denims
You see my footsteps, yeah, you wanna walk in ‘em
Uh, half of Mickey in the bliky
Since the shrugs and fatigues, niggas couldn’t fuck with me!
No, but you ain’t gotta take my word for it
Because I eye’and I know you saw it!
Hook:
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Go down, the oppressor
He ain’t gonna hold me down!
So go down, oppressor
And he runs solid ground
So go down, oppressor
So go down, the oppressor
He ain’t gonna push me around!
So go down the oppressor
Go down, go down, go down!
I’m just a hoodie nigga in the fast lane
The roof, same boat or the crack game
Never gave a fuck and I still don’t
Homerun Shawty, I will never bunt (out of here!)
No matter how much of a money getter
You still look dead as a black nigga (damn!)
I came through (I came through)
I get salutes (I get salutes)
I don’t speak as much as my shooters do
New recruits for the street guard
The truth is that this bus like a sea song
Seek another round, switch lanes, detour
We’re living Meek Mills what we all reach for
Need more, rent high, laid off, laid low
Face mask, bring truck
Gun it for the payroll
Mafia get coughing, get cuffin, get shoot
Bucks up, after lock up, buckle up and move!
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
I could only keep it real
When I’m about to feel’
I ain’t out here looking for trouble
I just wanna live my life
I hear you’re out here looking for trouble
Hook:
Go down, the oppressor
He ain’t gonna hold me down!
So go down, oppressor
Go down, go down, go down!