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Some information about Here We Come Lyrics Title: Salt N Pepa - Here We Come lyrics Artist: Salt N Pepa Album: Here We Come Visitors: 8 visitors have visited Here We Come Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. Azor-Azor CHORUS Children playwomen produce Kids killing kids just for the juice Now Africa is looking for the truth But it s gonna take a while to enlighten the youth In this edition of the storyno need to bore me It can t do nothin for meeven Denzel Washington couldn t find any glory In the overcrowded streets of the city I know it s shittybut I can do without the pity Baby never lived in the ghetto ...or the projects But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Tecsand I wrecks havoc And if you try to play me I won t have it Trix are for kidsthis kid is not a silly rabbit Well He s standin on a corner with his system pumpin loud Next him goin offscream in the crowd A whole lot of screamsa lot of broken glass Brothers like to wear their pants fallin off their ass Girls today don t wear no bras Little John Doe got a ho turnin tricks in the bars Grandma carries a can of mace And she ll stick a .45 in your face So come and meet my man Brett Yowhat upBrett? He s smokin but it s not a cigarette Speak on itPep I wonder how the hell a brother lets himself Get into somethin he can t get out of? Uh-huhuh-huh A lot of my friends are sick and tired Sick of who? The police Word! rollin on empickin onholdin on em Hopin that they got one of em It was a drug bustbut something s weird Wellwhat s the matterSpinderella? The way half a million disappeared CHORUS Heaven and hell is on earth Heaven and hell is on earth Who gives a damn about me? Huh? Me what? meyeahlittle old me Memyselfand I Live or dielaugh or cry I m all that I gotPopsand that s a lotHops I d rather rot in jail before I ho-hop Go headmetell em They may be hard of hearing So keep yellin at the top of your lungs Now everybody s got guns They wanna be hard rocks and not be a fool That buys a history book Not meI ll need a clocknot rock to my hits And that two-fifth click to my tits And Playgirl s gonna ripand I m-a have to rip shit Ahgo for yours cuz you gotta In the ghetto you don t get a medal if you settle for the drama She s a gangster and the other terminal cancer Ask too many questions and my Smith and Wesson will answer Heaven and hell is on earth Heaven and hell is on earth Well everybody meet Gailher father s in jail Sister s on the corner screamin quot;Booty for sale quot; Mom spends the night gettin drunk with her uncle Her brother s sellin radios and toasters by the trunkful Seeevery man she ever messed would wind up dead Some are thrown in jailothers runnin from the Feds The only thing she ever loved was a piece of lead And that s a double-barrelled pump underneath the bed Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs and looney tunes And some got sad songsmad songsand moody blues There s good news and bad newsmilitary coups A rebel with no cause in a pack of fools I never lived in the slumnever shot a gun But I ll use onedon t make me use one CHORUS Heaven and hell is on earth Heaven and hell is on earth CHORUS repeat fade Hottest songs from Salt N Pepa : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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