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Spread 'Em
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Spread 'Em κυκλοφόρησε στις 18 Σεπτεμβρίου 2007 από Warner Music Canada ως μέρος του άλμπουμ Situation
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ΆλμπουμSituation
Ημερομηνία κυκλοφορίας18 Σεπτεμβρίου 2007
ΕτικέταWarner Music Canada
ΓλώσσαEnglish
Μελωδικότητα
Ακουστικότητα
Βαλάνς
Χορευτικότητα
Ενέργεια
BPM79

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Buck 65
Buck 65
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Terfry and Paul Murphy
Richard Terfry and Paul Murphy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Graeme Campbell
Graeme Campbell
Recording Engineer, Editing Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Roger Swan
Roger Swan
Mixing Engineer
Scratch Bastid
Scratch Bastid
Producer

Στίχοι

Hey Dave, there's someone at the door
Alright, hands up, better yet, hit the dirt
Pervert, nobody move, nobody get hurt
It's a bust, gonna tear this place apart
And dust for prints, we're not looking just for hints
Now it's the judge you must convince
The unjust and untrue, there's nowhere to run to
You're dead stranded, surrender, we caught you red-handed
Put your clothes back on, slowly, drop the junk
No funny stuff, pop the punk, hurry up, pop the trunk
Scumbags, cum rags, hard drugs and loaded weapons
Hairy dick and Tom, a ticking bomb that could explode in seconds
Tweak geeks, speed freaks, push the limits, up the bids
Rebels without causes, the dishonest, corrupted kids
Pleasure seekers with leather sneakers, loud music and underwear
Inside out, they have a hideout, now wonder where
Fooled by the gear and the camera, veneer and the glamour
Now you're looking at a year in the slammer
Spread 'em
Up against the wall, lover boy
Spread 'em
Wider, wider now
Spread 'em
Up against the wall, sweet cheeks
Spread 'em
No funny stuff
Alright, reach for the sky, no surprises
Tough guys, hand over your supplies and disguises
Cash from the porn stash, erratic behavior, spastic motions
Fake mustaches, hair products and magic potions
Strip search, stand tough, here comes the handcuffs
Suspicion, you're in no position to demand stuff
It's your own fault, you get one phone call
On the journey to the big house
Stink mouth, you got a right to an attorney
Guns are the best tool, billy club is less cruel
Criminals that dress cool turn the city into a cesspool
Killer with a chainsaw, sang froid, Wonder Girl
Bare naked, drug addict, drawn into the underworld
Crying shame, pointing fingers, bad guys denying blame
Playing a violent game, live fast, die in vain
It's your town, under siege, out of focus in the foreground
Dragnet, search warrant, breaking the door down
Spread 'em
Up against the wall, toots
Spread 'em
Wider
That's right, spread 'em
Written by: Richard Terfry and Paul Murphy
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