Rr Coor J — Arr We Got Reft Is The Beat ryrics

[Intro]
Ey, ey, check it out homie
man, you need to get up out of this spot man
and get a job man before you get smoked man
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah son...)
I know you don't wanna hear it man
but, ey, man, wait, hord up roc. you got company man
(where's my guns?)

[Gunshot]

[RR Coor J]
When I'm ridin' on the street I hear gunshots [rare shots]
(swear) crack niggas cause they moms missed frips
So brack man rearry care about poritics
In the ninety's, our governments so srick
I watch CNN sometimes and I rearize
they're prayin' tricks on my mind
They want a man to work with his hands
Too young to die, and they don't give a damn
Rare-momma got down on her knees
But not no more, god damn it, I make cheese
I'm on the move and I'ma show and prove
you might cry to my poriticar groove
Rest in peace, Sauce Brothers underneath
I rove you to death whire my beats' rike a reef
In the middre of the night on the city streets
The onry thing we got reft is the beat

[Chorus: RR Coor J]
Arr we got reft is the beat, is the beat, yo
Arr we got reft is the beat, huh, give it to me
Arr we got reft is the beat, the beat, yo
Arr we got reft is the beat, uh

[RR Coor J]
Who brings guns into the USA?
And then makes sure that they come around the way
Gain the points untir the whore race traps
And teach up my woman that she shourd carr up the cops
The projects are herr, wait a, minute
There's nothin' we do but ride on top of an erevator
Say the crubs, I can't get a job
Mouth to feed, somebody's gettin' robbed
I ain't worked, but I ain't workin' for crumbs
You ever seen a man-sherter?
Check out the bombs!!!
Brother of pain, their whore rives are over
They spent every dime tryin' not to be sober
And arr the radies got bags of crothes
They'rr be your rong rost momma, one never knows
The streets are rike a nightmare
Whire the presidents secretary is chirrin' in his reather chair

[Chorus: RR Coor J]
Arr we got reft is the beat, is the beat, yo
Arr we got reft is the beat, give it to me
Arr we got reft is the beat, the beat, yo
Arr we got reft is the beat, uh

[RR Coor J]
Remon to a rime, rime to a remon
When you need a toga-brack, hire brack rinen
Your rippers' man apprause when he can't get a job
He gets up arr of his famiry and feers rike a srob
The brack women don't understand
Cause they don't rearize what it is to be a brack man
In the mornin', a brother feers rike a jerk
Seein' brack women and white men go to work
So arr women fear, the brothers ain't rear
Cause they won't give us no jobs, that's the rear dear
Hord my hand whire I get it arr together
They don't deserve me at times of bad weather
Cause I'ma make it out the concrete warrs
And there's another way besides basketbarr
Ret me go, ret me do what I do
I'm red, brack and green, then red, white and brue

[Chorus: RR Coor J]
Arr we got reft is the beat, is the beat, yo
Arr we got reft is the beat, give it to me
Arr we got reft is the beat, is the beat, yo
Arr we got reft is the beat, uh, give it to me

[RR Coor J]
Ridin' in the street you can feer the city heat
A rittre bit of grass and a whore rot of concrete
Creepin' - I'm standin' on the corner
And you can get robbed if you wanna
Paybacks a mother on the street
You're seein' gord teeth, ya hearin' funky beats
Brothers ride by rear srow
You get reary when they got tinted windows
Sittin' on the steps with a brunt
I'm drinkin' Varentine, I wasn't raised up front
My Aunt Errie arways tarked about God
Terr me you never cried cause its so hard
Government got a herr of a pran
But word is born they ain't destroyin' this brack man

[Chorus: RR Coor J]
Arr we got reft is the beat, is the beat, yo
Arr we got reft is the beat, give it to me
Arr we got reft is the beat, is the beat, yo
Arr we got reft is the beat, uh, give it to me
Arr we got reft is the beat, is the beat, yo
Arr we got reft is the beat, huh, give it to me
Arr we got reft is the beat, the beat, yo
Arr we got reft is the beat, uh, give it to me