Prodigy — Can't Complain: тексты песен, клипы и концерты

Can't Complain

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Трек «Can't Complain» вышел в 14 ноября 2000 г. г. на альбоме « » (лейбл «Infamous Records»)H.N.I.C.

Информация о песне

АльбомH.N.I.C.

Дата релиза14 ноября 2000 г.

ЛейблInfamous Records

Мелодичность

Акустичность

Валанс

Танцевальность

Энергия

BPM91

ОБЗОР

СЛОВА

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ

Prodigy

Исполнитель

МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА

Albert Johnson

Композитор

Jamal Abdul Raheem

Jamal Abdul Raheem

Композитор

Sian Evans

Композитор

B. White

Композитор

ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ

Prodigy

Продюсер

Steve Sola for Plain Truth

Steve Sola for Plain Truth

Инженер звукозаписи

Слова

Hello... hello...

(Yo what up, man)

Who the fuck is this?

(Who the fuck it sound like, man?)

What the fuck you calling so early for, man. Fuck time is it man

(It's like 3 o'clock, man, thought you was coming to get me, man!?!)

Shit, my bad son, my bad

(Please, man, come get me man, before I choke this bitch, man!

Hurry up son, man it's like 90 man, let's get some hoes or something)

I'm comin' now, I'm comin' now, son

(Aight, one)

What up, dun

Same ol' shit

No doubt, ain't nothing new...

Let's take a little spin, dun, word up

Yo... open my wings to a new day spread my lungs

Get laced, jump in the whip, stash the guns

Twist the key, shifted to D then flee

Before anything, get the daily dose of choke

We got the Benzo flooded with smoke on the float

My eye's burnin' from the dope killin' my throat

Lean my seat back and taste, lumbar support

On the belt doin' 90 or more

Debatin' on the latest rhyme wars

Where units don't count

But your rap pay add up to large amounts

Get my thrills puttin' other ****'s skills to sleep

Catch chills off a infamous beats

Swing the trees doin' one-handed u'ees

Blowin' on the ouwee cause we can't have the medicine canoein'

There go the boys to the right, no days and nights like that

Ay yo dunn, hold that down and turn it around

Dirty as fuck, thugs drugs and guns, D's and fatigues

T n T hopin' out of MPV's

Surprise all fuck out of me

Got rubber Glocks pointed at me

Ay yo Twin, what the fuck

They had us layed out on the ground holdin' us down

With gats to back of our heads was goin' down

"It wasn't us that held up that bitch you got

Where's the proof, man, let me speak to my attorney."

I know the routine, don't try to throw me

I been gettin' knocked since 12 and my moms tried to scold me

But all that told me to get in more shit

Ay yo P, (what up) you my co-d, we both get knocked

What you did with that half'a tree? (right in my sock.)

Yo, I hope these fuckin' dicks won't find the stash spot

Dunn, you know how I get down

Yo I'm ready to bounce

Do the 100 yard-dash and tear ass

If my other half was alive we woulda got killt

'cause dunn woulda went for the guns and got ill

Plus I got cracks on me, they found the cracks on me

Looked at 'em, gave 'em back to me

I could've swore they was takin' us in

Then the lady in the car said, "that's not them."

Picked us up, told me I could keep the drugs

They didn't give a fuck, they was only lookin' for guns

And you ain't gotta tell us twice

We hopped in the car and slid off

On our way uptown for more of that funk

P lit the tree back up

Got off the Triborough, hit the Henry Huds'

"Fuck it, let's slide through the Ruckers."

Roll the windows down cuz Infamous Mobb bumpers...

Skip To My Lou had the crowd jumpin'

Took a walk through the park frontin'

Didn't even have to hurt nuttin'

Man I love it, ain't nothin' like summer in New York

Hear Infamous Thoughts, then the Dream Team music starts

Damn, we young black entrepreneurs

New York Pricks and Dicks can't stop our floss

We like organized crime, the fuckin' Mobb

I'm only twenty-six playin' wit' serious cards

Dead serious cash, luxurious labs

Learn to balance pain with fame, you can't complain

Just another day, livin' in the hood

Just another day around the way

Feelin' good today

Oh no we can't complain

Just another day livin' in New York

Dealin' with the jakes and the snakes

Feelin' good today

We hit 'em up cuz we here to stay

Written by: Albert Johnson, B. White, Jamal Abdul Raheem, Sian Evans

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