Текст, перевод и аккорды “Crack Music”
- [Chorus: Kanye West] + (The Game) That's that crack music nigga That real black music nigga {La la la la la la la lahhhh, la la la la la lahhhh} (That's that crack music nigga) (That real black music nigga) {La la la la la la la lahhhh, la la la la la lahhhh} [Kanye West] How we stop the Black Panthers? Ronald Reagan cooked up an answer You hear that, what Gil Scott is Heron When our heroes or heroines got hooked on heroin Crack, raised the murder rate in D.C. and Maryland We, invested in that, it's like we got Merrill Lynched And we been hangin from the same tree, ever since Sometimes I feel the music is the only medicine So we, cook it, cut it, measure it, bag it Sell it, the fiends, cop it, nowadays they can't tell if that's that good shit, we ain't sure man Put the CD on your tongue, yeah that's pure man [Chorus] [Kanye West] From the place where the father's gone, the mothers is hardly home And the madigon's lock us up in the arty home How the Mexicans say, we just tryin to party homes They wanna pack us all in a box like styrofoam Who gave Saddam anthrax? George Bush got the answers Back in the hood it's a different type of chemical Arm & Hammer baking soda raised they own quota Right when our soldiers, ran for the stove cause Cause, dreams of being Hova Went from bein a broke man to bein a dopeman to bein the President, look there's hope man This that inspiration for the Moes and the folks man Shorty come and see his momma straight overdosin ... And this is the soundtrack This the type of music that you make when you 'round that [Chorus] [Kanye West] God, how could you let this happen {*echoes*} [harmonizing for 18 seconds] [Kanye West] Uhh, that's that crack music, crack music That real black music, black music {La la la la la la la lahhhh, la la la la la lahhhh} [The Game] That's that crack music nigga That real black music nigga {La la la la la la la lahhhh, la la la la la lahhhh} {La la la la la la la lahhhh, la la la la la lahhhh} {La la la la la la la lahhhh, la la la la la lahhhh} [Kanye West] Uhh, that's that crack music, crack music That real black music, black music {La la la la la la la lahhhh, la la la la la lahhhh} Our father, give us this day, our daily bread Before the feds give us these days and take our daily bread See I done did all this ol' bullshit And to atone, I throw a lil' somethin somethin on the pulpit We took that shit, measured it and then cooked that shit And what we gave back, was crack, music And now we ooze it, through they nooks and crannies So our mommas ain't got to be they, cooks and nannies And we gon' repo everything they ever took from grammy Now the former slaves trade hooks, for Grammy's This dark diction, has become America's addiction Those who ain't even black use it We gon' keep baggin up this here, crack music
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