Set free

歌詞

[Intro: Cold 187Um] We were once uhh.. being kings and queens And now we have became just enslaved We were once uhh.. being in America But now we have just became slaves We were once uhh.. being in Africa But now we have became just the product of.. Saperated in souls and hearts that we call sets I wanna be free, uhh.. free, free!! [Verse One: Cold 187Um] Yo, I was known as a player, mamma had to break her neck Coming up hard in the west Dollas projects Thinking into myself, I can live or either die here So when I step, yo, I step with no fear Cause you can either get your bang on Or you can get your slang on In the 90's on the westcoast Uhh.. yeah, so let me take a toast Or have a boast from my homies, my comrades, my dogs, my locs Yeah, Peace for you, cause it's rough in the bay That's why we always staying high of that d-ay Trying to stay high; cause the system always trying to keep us down Haayyy, so I clown, cause I get down Plotting as a nation of niggaz that want me to keep it underground Yo, I ain't this dead nigga, so I ain't mislaid nigga Call me the head nigga, straight call fed nigga Then you get two souses for relief By straight get served on the 1st of Fifteen I used to be your breaker, I used to be your popper But my first; dead beef as I hate the short stopper My second; a nigga trying to play me for some pussy Just my homie Sam tried to play for this bitch named Cookie He's a rookie trying to play a man's game But he don't know, how I got a brought, how I got a came [KM.G] There's always some kind of drama That's why I'm crazy, blame it on my mamma It's not what you get out of life, it's what you make of it Get your hustle on and you will bone the benefits I've been working hard for ten years, I'm a Gee And how I keep it, is by staying set free, yeah [Chorus: Cold 187Um Chanting] Shot Chup-a-lot, Chup-a-lot, Chup-a-lot, Technique Shot Chup-a-lot, Chup-a-lot, Chup-a-lot, stay with me Shot Chup-a-lot, Chup-a-lot, Chup-a-lot, Set free Shot Chup-a-lot, Chup-a-lot, Chup-a-lot, Stay with me Set Free, Set Free, Set Free.. [Verse Two: KM.G] Check it out I love the way your brass bitch ?? across the floor I can't forget the past y'all, the sweat starts to pour Down my body, I pause as I stand up out the window I've think of what I got then I've think of what I've been through I've reminisced about the motherfucking old days Old lays, and how we was in motherfucking pain Rolling with my partner, to get a fucking zone Scared to hold some cocaine, I think it was eighty four A year later, still living off that shit Counting a little paper as the world takes hits And hits; sets over here, sets over there You can tell they're set by the stars and they brags in the air Bailing through the motherfucking street Like this is a war, but thangs are motherfucking free As the news starts to glorify them homicides and drive-bys While we get high and rock them fly rhymes Still serving them power by the gram While some of niggaz go to the pen, it's up to Uncle Sam Keeping brothers in check, keeping buds on deck White man keep us starving with no respect So think about it, when you hustle with your gang [Cold 187Um] Still gonna trying to keep breaking the chain Just to stay uhh.. Free! Yeah, set free