Chips - Talib Kweli/Waka Flocka Flame.lrc

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[00:14.213]Flatbush to Abbey Road
[00:16.265]Who got that soul
[00:17.545]We 100 on the road
[00:19.593]100 at home
[00:21.641]Rose from the ruins like a Pac poem
[00:24.231]We ain’t going back to the Brook without the chip
[00:27.735]We ain’t going back without that chip
[00:31.063]We ain’t coming back to the Brook without that chip
[00:34.439]We ain’t coming back without that chip
[00:38.511]You got next, we got forever, join the list
[00:41.149]Fresh from the lab like I got the cure
[00:43.086]Nothing but the pure for the world to hear
[00:44.934]It’s like gravity cause it pulled us here
[00:46.518]Red carpet, world premiere
[00:48.318]Cinematic, they know the score
[00:49.830]Instant classic, tour de force
[00:51.814]I paid the price, I know the course
[00:53.430]I shake the dice, I know the toss
[00:55.214]It’s simple really but you know it’s deep
[00:56.888]When the angel and the devil on the shoulder speak
[00:58.672]Two voices, two choices
[01:00.438]Prepare for war or go in peace
[01:02.198]They don’t believe I’m touring overseas
[01:03.752]Nah, he don’t even rap about coca leaves
[01:05.666]Think globally not locally
[01:07.238]You ain’t woke as me, b***h go to sleep
[01:09.037]Thank God I’m back, this ain’t hard in fact
[01:10.694]This target practice, red beams
[01:12.518]Standing up cause I’m man enough
[01:14.191]And then turn her on like wet dreams
[01:15.911]You can’t wet it up, you can step it up
[01:17.494]You ain’t catching up with my jet stream
[01:19.335]And I’m going too fast, so I put them up last
[01:21.102]Why you showing yo ass, this ain’t *** scenes
[01:22.888]They ain’t built to last, they bust quicker
[01:24.679]Fast talking like tongue twister
[01:26.301]These young spitters can’t **** with us
[01:28.070]Pardon my French like I tongue kissed her
[01:29.758]Back in the day they used to hunt ******
[01:31.646]And they hung ****** for being hung ******
[01:33.270]Now the guns are spitting when the hunger hit us
[01:34.998]These young niggas like come and get us
[01:37.559]Flatbush to Abbey Road,
[01:39.118]Who got that soul
[01:40.670]We 100 on the road
[01:42.734]100 at home
[01:44.440]Rose from the ruins like a Pac poem
[01:47.004]We ain’t going back to the Brook without the chip
[01:50.337]Waka Waka Waka Flocka
[01:52.301]Flocka Flocka Flame
[01:54.118]**** that shit, this is quality trap
[01:55.558]Y’all really thought I could hardly rap
[01:57.342]Better watch ya front, better guard ya back
[01:59.174]Every mother****ing bar is a heart attack
[02:00.790]Better work out hard, watch your cardiac
[02:02.541]Wear my shawty at, where my 40 at
[02:04.230]My d**k a event, you **** a show
[02:05.973]B***h I could still get a brick for the low
[02:07.686]B***h I could still put nut in ya hoe
[02:09.503]And I’d rather die rich than live po’ oh
[02:11.230]Busta bust better give me some mo
[02:12.982]We gon’ hit a lick then divvy the dough
[02:14.661]I’ma sell again one minute ago
[02:16.358]I don’t give a **** if you friendly or foe
[02:18.061]I need the ring, gimme the ring
[02:19.774]I don’t diss rappers, get in the ring
[02:21.471]Sit in the clink before I ever sing
[02:23.214]You see me winning, chips with my team
[02:24.926]Real shit you gotta deal with
[02:26.662]Better check the torch, we still lit
[02:28.406]Flocka who you wanna get a mil with
[02:30.214]Niggas I ain’t used to have a meal with
[02:31.878]I’m enlightened now, they frightened now
[02:33.687]So excited, you like it, then bite the style
[02:35.247]They did it before, they’ll do it again
[02:37.053]I’m a motion picture, let the movie begin
[02:38.806]Scared to hit niggas, they’ll sue me again
[02:40.590]Got platinum plaques, I’m a truly gem
[02:42.294]I’m a rudeboy, roll the doobie again
[02:44.030]Forward marching, we moving in
[02:45.886]Flocka
[02:46.375]Flatbush to Abbey Road
[02:48.216]Who got that soul
[02:49.697]We 100 on the road
[02:51.592]100 at home
[02:53.600]Rose from the ruins like a Pac poem
[02:56.150]We ain’t going back to the Brook without the chip
[02:59.646]We ain’t going back without that chip
[03:03.014]We ain’t coming back to the Brook without that chip
[03:06.607]We ain’t coming back without that chip
[03:09.910]You got next, we got forever, join the list
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文本歌词

Flatbush to Abbey Road
Who got that soul
We 100 on the road
100 at home
Rose from the ruins like a Pac poem
We ain’t going back to the Brook without the chip
We ain’t going back without that chip
We ain’t coming back to the Brook without that chip
We ain’t coming back without that chip
You got next, we got forever, join the list
Fresh from the lab like I got the cure
Nothing but the pure for the world to hear
It’s like gravity cause it pulled us here
Red carpet, world premiere
Cinematic, they know the score
Instant classic, tour de force
I paid the price, I know the course
I shake the dice, I know the toss
It’s simple really but you know it’s deep
When the angel and the devil on the shoulder speak
Two voices, two choices
Prepare for war or go in peace
They don’t believe I’m touring overseas
Nah, he don’t even rap about coca leaves
Think globally not locally
You ain’t woke as me, b***h go to sleep
Thank God I’m back, this ain’t hard in fact
This target practice, red beams
Standing up cause I’m man enough
And then turn her on like wet dreams
You can’t wet it up, you can step it up
You ain’t catching up with my jet stream
And I’m going too fast, so I put them up last
Why you showing yo ass, this ain’t *** scenes
They ain’t built to last, they bust quicker
Fast talking like tongue twister
These young spitters can’t **** with us
Pardon my French like I tongue kissed her
Back in the day they used to hunt ******
And they hung ****** for being hung ******
Now the guns are spitting when the hunger hit us
These young niggas like come and get us
Flatbush to Abbey Road,
Who got that soul
We 100 on the road
100 at home
Rose from the ruins like a Pac poem
We ain’t going back to the Brook without the chip
Waka Waka Waka Flocka
Flocka Flocka Flame
**** that shit, this is quality trap
Y’all really thought I could hardly rap
Better watch ya front, better guard ya back
Every mother****ing bar is a heart attack
Better work out hard, watch your cardiac
Wear my shawty at, where my 40 at
My d**k a event, you **** a show
B***h I could still get a brick for the low
B***h I could still put nut in ya hoe
And I’d rather die rich than live po’ oh
Busta bust better give me some mo
We gon’ hit a lick then divvy the dough
I’ma sell again one minute ago
I don’t give a **** if you friendly or foe
I need the ring, gimme the ring
I don’t diss rappers, get in the ring
Sit in the clink before I ever sing
You see me winning, chips with my team
Real shit you gotta deal with
Better check the torch, we still lit
Flocka who you wanna get a mil with
Niggas I ain’t used to have a meal with
I’m enlightened now, they frightened now
So excited, you like it, then bite the style
They did it before, they’ll do it again
I’m a motion picture, let the movie begin
Scared to hit niggas, they’ll sue me again
Got platinum plaques, I’m a truly gem
I’m a rudeboy, roll the doobie again
Forward marching, we moving in
Flocka
Flatbush to Abbey Road
Who got that soul
We 100 on the road
100 at home
Rose from the ruins like a Pac poem
We ain’t going back to the Brook without the chip
We ain’t going back without that chip
We ain’t coming back to the Brook without that chip
We ain’t coming back without that chip
You got next, we got forever, join the list