Attitude (feat. Charlie Wilson & Cash Cobain) - Don Toliver

Yeah You know seh nuff ghetto yute out deya today breddrin wah You know seh why Know the government nah run rothin for dem breddrin You know seh the streets dem empty You know seh the pockets are empty So the yutes dem hungry You know seh the yutes dem ah strugglin' So dem ah start jugglin' You nah want fe get caught in the game Dem ah wan fi be gangsters Tell me what they're fighting for Want fi be gangsters Fighting without no war Bah-wah-da-dan-dan-dan-dan 2015 the ghetto gettin' hot No body can get a job So dem ah turn drug shotta Dem ah sell drugs to the people And nuh see what the matter Dem nuh talk bout food when Dem got big mac-ah Dem nuh talk bout football When dem gwan take shotter Dem ah buss shot inna di street And dem buss in the blacka See mi, hard life we know about dat-ah Yes, mi know about scraping from the bottom of the butter Mi know how it feel to lose your mother and your brother Well, seh comin' in now seh with the bass and fire Seh I man Charlie P mi never gwan retire Mi have to stop the yutes that squeeze the guns and fire Wan fi take dem inna di dance where the vibes dem higher Now all around the world seh Charlie P pon flyer Cuh mi ah the original riddim rider Seh sweet Cali weed inna di chalwa, fire! Yes ah yes mi take a draw, higher! Dem ah want fi be gangsters Tell me what they're fighting for Dem ah want fi be gangsters Fighting without no war Bah-wah-da-dan-dan-dan-dan Seh as a youth mi had it hard As a youth mi had it tuff As a youth mi nuh have much But mi had my family's love Some youths nah even have that Some youth nah even know dem dad Some youth nah even know dem mother We tellin' you now it sad Some youth dem gwan join a gang and dem a feel like big man Ghetto youth around the world from Japan to Finland Some youth have AK and big machine gun Some youth nuh even gwan fi make it till the age of twenty-one Seh, some youth nuh even make it till the age of fifteen As a youth I was told you haffi live your life clean Seh, always treat the people how you want fi be treat So I did, now i'm here seh mashin' up pon the scene Dem ah wan fi be gangsters Tell me what they're fighting for Dem ah wan fi be gangster Fighting without no war Bah-wah-da-dan-dan-dan-dan Yes seh when mi walk in the ghetto no it's not dangerous Seh, all of the ghetto people dem gwan show mi love Seh, all around the world ghetto people stand up We nah let no babylon fi put you in some handcuff We give them sixteen tons of di pressure Seh hit them with bass watch them bottom lip quiver The dibby dibby crackhead dem ah shake and shiver But you know dem not as bad as the ones that deliver Mi seh, dem ah You know your life gettin' better Seh if you trust your brothers Yes if you trust your bredda Seh dubplate mi on it that a heavy like lead-ah You know seh Charlie P mi ah the lyrical veter-veter Lord, dem ah wan fi be gangster Tell me what they're fighting for Lord, dem ah wan fi be gangster Fighting without no war Bah-wah-da-dan-dan-dan-dan-deh!

C'mon It's been a long, hot summer For a hard-working John Deere man You're real tired, well, no wonder 'Cause you earned that farmer's tan While I been working in the garden You been melting all the ice in my sweet tea Well, look at what ya started All because you got a little thirsty Good God Almighty Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog Buttered up and rolling, like a skillet Smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming Baby, I can handle the heat (I can handle the heat) Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama Hot damn, four hundred degrees Now we cooking with grease And now we cooking with grease Let's slow it down, let me help ya Button down that blue collar Boy, your touch is burning up You make the kettle on the stove wanna holler Got me saying hallelujah (hallelujah) Like a good ol' girl is supposed to do But that hat turned back and them kisses like that Make it real hard to keep it cool Good God Almighty Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog Buttered up and rolling Like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming Baby, I can handle the heat (I can handle the heat) Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama Hot damn, four hundred degrees Now we cooking with grease And now we cooking with grease Come on Woo It's getting hot in here You know who's bringing home the bacon Good God Almighty Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog Buttered up and rolling Like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming Baby, I can handle the heat (yeah, I can handle the heat) Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama Hot damn, four hundred degrees Now we cooking with grease Yeah, we cooking with grease I ain't talking about no Crisco

I do my best to hide this lowdown feelin' I try to make believe there's nothing wrong But they're always asking me about you darling And it hurts me so to tell 'em that you're gone If they ask me I guess I'd be denyin' That I've been unhappy all alone But if they heard my heart they'd hear it cryin' Where's my darling, when's she coming home I ask myself a million times what's right for me to do To try to lose my blues alone or hang around for you But I make it pretty good until that moon comes shining through And that I get so doggone lonesome Time stands still when you're a waitin' Sometimes I think my heart is stoppin' too One lonely hour seems forever Sixty minutes more to wait for you But I guess I'll keep waitin' till you're with me Cause I believe that loving you is right But I don't care if the sun don't rise tomorrow If I can't have you with me tonight Well I know I'll keep on loving you Cause true love can't be killed I ought to get you off of my mind But I guess I never will I could have a dozen others But I know I'd love you still Cause I get so doggone lonesome

Te vi, me viste, al principio fue una broma Luego la verdad se asoma Intercambiamos sonrisas Pasó algún tiempo, poco menos de una hora Y por debajo de la mesa Tu tacón tocó mi bota Fue más sencillo que hacer la tabla del uno y a la hora del desayuno Ya sabía que te amaba A las semanas de iniciar con la aventura Se nos hizo miel la luna y un concierto pa Tijuana Era prohibido, era imposible, pero hicimos lo que se nos dio la gana Después de eso nos veíamos casi a diario Nuestro amigo el calendario Nos dio 400 citas De tanto amarnos nos volvimos dos extraños No sé quién toma hoy tu mano Ni tú, dónde estoy ahorita Fue más sencillo que hacer la tabla del uno y a la hora del desayuno Ya sabía que te amaba A las semanas de iniciar con la aventura Se nos hizo miel la luna y un concierto pa Tijuana Era prohibido, era imposible, pero hicimos lo que se nos dio la gana, yeh-hey Pasando el tiempo, analizando la ruptura, la versión que tiene el lobo No es la de Caperucita De tanto amarnos, nos volvimos dos extraños No sé quién toma hoy tu mano, ni tú, dónde estoy ahorita Seguramente pa la otra que nos veamos repitamos Lo de la primera cita, yeah, eh-eh-eh-eh Uh, mmh-mmh-mmh, mmh

Miras con tanta dulzura, hermosa criatura Tú mi bello ángel que cayó del cielo Soy un simple pobre diablo que corrió con suerte Que logró obtenerte por obra divina Pues en cada esquina te busqué Solo tú eres la persona La que me ilusiona, la que me emociona Por ti pierdo el rumbo y en cada segundo Me voy de este mundo con sentirte a ti Entre el cielo y el infierno Solo hay un espacio, solo hay un abismo Es que yo pierdo el ritmo cuando me abandonas Y me quedo solo, solo sin ti Viniste a reconformarme, a rehabilitarme Tú mi bello ángel, yo estaba perdido Siento que después de ti yo soy otra persona Ya no me conozco, ¿qué paso conmigo? Por eso te digo que tú Solo tú eres la persona La que me ilusiona, la que me emociona Por ti pierdo el rumbo y en cada segundo Me voy de este mundo con sentirte a ti Entre el cielo y el infierno Solo hay un espacio, solo hay un abismo Es que yo pierdo el ritmo cuando me abandonas Y me quedo solo, solo sin ti Solo tú eres la persona La que me ilusiona, la que me emociona Por ti pierdo el rumbo y en cada segundo Me voy de este mundo con sentirte a ti Entre el cielo y el infierno Solo hay un espacio, solo hay un abismo Es que yo pierdo el ritmo cuando me abandonas Y me quedo solo, solo sin ti

Compa ¿Qué le parece esa morra? La que anda bailando sola Me gusta pa' mí Bella Ella sabe que está buena Que todos andan mirándola cómo baila Me acerco Y le tiro todo un verbo Tomamos tragos sin peros solo tentación Le dije "Voy a conquistar tu familia" Que en unos días, vas a ser mía Me dijo Que estoy muy loco, pero le gusta Que ningún vato como yo actúa Ahí te va mija Y pura doble P viejo Así no más compa Pedro puro Eslabón Armado A las plebitas (cha-chau) No soy Un vato que tiene varo Pero hablando del corazón Te cumplo todo Me agarro Pegadito de su mano Mi compa ni se la creyó Que al pasar fui yo Su cuerpo Juro por Dios, que era tan perfecta Su cintura como modelo Sus ojos Desde el principio me enamoraron A ella le gusto Y a mí me gusta