Video Karaoke Ain't No Future in Yo' Frontin' - MC Breed & DFC - Karaoke Canzoni

Questa base è una cover di Ain't No Future in Yo' Frontin' resa famosa da MC Breed

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Tempo uguale all'originale: 102.22 BPM

Stessa tonalità dell'originale: SOLm

Durata: 04:03 - Anteprima: 01:38

TESTO ESPLICITO

Data di rilascio: 1991
Generi: Rap & Hip-Hop, In inglese
Autore originale: Ralph 'Pee Wee' Middlebrooks, Junie Morrison, Clarence 'Satch' Satchell, Leroy Bonner, Marshall 'Rock' Jones, Marvin R Pierce, Gregory Allen Webster, Norman Bruce Napier, Roger Troutman

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Testo De Ain't No Future in Yo' Frontin'

Aah yeah
Sounds good to me
This sound hard, somethin' funky people gon' dance to
Give the record a second and a chance to
Hittin' people like a scene of amazement
While they slippin' back, my feet is planted in the pavement
Crumble I can never do
So now I'm lookin' dead at you
What are you gonna do
You listen to the knowledge of a scholar
You say how Breed tell em how I holler
I'm the E Double and I proclaim my name
Straight up good game peeps all game
I'm like a rhino runnin' through the roughest pack
They figure I'm a trigga-happy nigga, so they step back
Breed, the microphonist
Boot last the longest
The noose's the strongest
It ain't a game that's plain to see
You listen to the sounds of Breed
There ain't no future in your frontin'
I never got caught with a kilo
And if you ever do, yo it'll never be with me, yo
Servin' in a Cherokee or maybe it's a GO
Black-on-black Benzo
I get it at the Neo
Never have to worry 'bout my posse gettin' jumped
'Cos if we ever do yo TB, pop the trunk
'Cos we don't go for playin' when I play go grab a ball
When I'm on the mic
I ain't for playin', not at all
'Cos I clock ten G's a week boomin' at my peak
Always seek E sober but I do get geeked
I can give you a job a place to eat hearty
Meet your homeboy
Marty at a B.O.B. party
Takin' over, barkin' like a dog named Rover
I'm pickin' suckers like a four-leaf clover
They're bitin' lyrics on the mic, I diss these cobras
So now they're sayin'
Eric Breed is gettin' over
There ain't no future in your frontin'
Ha ha ha ha
There ain't no future in your frontin'
I'm the B, the R, to the double E-D and down with my homie
G-A-S and O.E. and
Suckers causin' static 'cos they still be disagreein'
I don't give a 'cos I'm from F-L-I-N-T'n
A city where pity runs low
If you ever shoot through my city, now you know
'Cos we are strictly business and we also got our pride
And if you don't like it
I suggest you break wide
Suckers steady lookin' for the M-O-N-E-Y and
Thinkin' that illegal is the best way, so they dyin'
I ain't got time to see a fiend fiend out
To give up all his money and he givin' what he got
That's the way I am, MC
Breed cannot be different
Never change my ways for the world or the government
If I was the president then I would state facts
You leave it up to me
I paint the white house black
There ain't no future in your frontin'
Ha ha, there ain't no future in your frontin'
Yeah, I got dollars in my pocket, not from rollin'
If I was a fiend, then my gold would be stolen
Put my name Breed on everything I own
And when I get my jeep I'm puttin' Breed on the chrome
Shine it up good, kickin' through my neighborhood
Motorola phone, fat rims and a Kenwood
Quick to get around it and then I'll have it drop
Simply 'cos I'm ridin' people think I'm sellin' rocks
But ain't no future in your frontin'
There ain't no future in your frontin'
Yo Flash man, drop that, man
Won't you drop that
Cruel to the rules of the world
Live my life raw 'cos
I never liked the law
Wear top tens on my ass use jeans
Sellin' big eighths and tit-for-tat to the fiends
Clock much dollars but I never break a sweat
Time to move out my posse sayin'
You got my back and I got yours
What time is it, hmm
Tear down the doors
Man, there ain't no future in your frontin'
Never was, 'cos
Uh
There ain't no future in your frontin'
Hey man, let's start this party up, right
Kick out their fefa dance

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