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02.03.2010 |
1. | Dr. Cornell West Intro |
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3. | The Greatness (feat. Wale) |
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5. | Black & Blue |
6. | Mr. Right |
7. | Dr. Cornell West Interlude |
8. | Fragile (feat. Malik Yusef) |
9. | My Wife |
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11. | Bedroom |
12. | Microphone |
13. | Garden Of Love |
14. | Dr. Cornell West P.S.A. |
15. | Nobody Wins A War (feat. Jill Scott, Bilal, Anthony Hamilton, Algebra, Chrisette Michele, Shelby Johnson, Ledisi, Citizen Cope, Dwele, Chico DeBarge & Rudy Currence) |
16. | Revelations 2010 (feat. Damian Marley) |
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(Oh oh oh)
Load It, Cock It, Aim and Shoot
Load It, Cock It, Aim and Shoot
Living like we bulletproof
We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
(I say) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot
(Oh) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot
Some will die over oil
Kill over land
Charge you for taxes
And Blame Uncle Sam
Read you your rights
And charge you for nothing
Now who’s really gangsta and tell me who’s frontin’
Murder your sons, Ravage your daughters
Here overseas and across the waters
Tanks and missiles
Bombs and grenades
Inject the land with guns and aids
You betta pray to the most high or who ever you praise
Politicians can’t help you they puppets to slaves
Trying to get paid and you are too
Whatcha gone do when the gun is pointed at you (like bank robbers)
Living like we bulletproof
We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang)
We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (load it, cock it, aim and shoot)
We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (We gone die)
Living like we bulletproof
We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang)
(I say) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (load it, cock it, aim and shoot)
(Oh) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (Hey world)
Get you a paper
Turn on the news
Ride through the hood
I witness the blues
How can you ignore it
It’s easy to spot it
A trap house, a liquor store and your city’s got it
And my city’s got it, and they city’s got it
This world is chaotic
And love is symbolic
So life don’t get cherished, and our babies perish, and your babies perish
Now tell me who’s careless
Now who should I pray to
What should I pray for
You can’t pay the preacher for your redemption
I know where we’re headed
I already read it
The good book done said it (like cowboys and Indians)
(We just) Living like we bulletproof (Yeah)
We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang)
We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (load it, cock it, aim and shoot)
We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (We gone die, living)
Living like we bulletproof
We (we) bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang)
(I say) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (load it, cock it, aim and shoot)
(Oh) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (We gone die, living)
[Rap:]
Luda
They say tomorrow’s not promised today
But today I promise if we don’t make our own way somebody’ll take it from us
Snatch it like rats to cheese
So, lord help me please cause I rather die on my feet than to live on my knees
Living like I’m bulletproof cocking the glock and aim n shoot
My future’s ever clear a 180 proof
So I open the bottle then swallow my pride and drink the pain away
I take shots and just lay up then fade away
Dreaming of betta days
Dreaming of betta pay, but we got our work cut out for us so we betta pray
Pray to uphold the week, not for eternal sleep, but if I die I pray the lord my soul to keep
Living like we bulletproof (woooo)
We (we) bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang)
(I say) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (I say I load it, cock it, aim and shoot)
We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (We load it, cock it, aim and shoot)
Living like we bulletproof
We (we) bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang)
(I say) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (load it, cock it, aim and shoot)
(Oh) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (Oh lawd)
LIVING LIKE WE BULLETPROOF
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They can hate if they wanna
I don't care, yeah
I said, let them hate if they wanna
Goin' nowhere
They can hate if they wanna
Let them hate if they wanna
Goin' nowhere
All your friends keep sayin' you can do better
With somebody else
Sayin' I'm dangerous and you can do bad
All by yourself
Everybody got somethin' to say
And they don't even wanna see
While they're talkin' so badly
I actually make you happy
All that matter is us anyway
And I don't even give a damn
For you I'm a better man
So tell them what they want to hear, baby
Let them talk about us
(They can hate if they wanna)
I don't care
(I don't care)
No matter what they say about us
(Let them hate if they wanna)
We ain't goin' nowhere
(Goin' nowhere)
Everybody says you're too slow for me
And the life that I live
You ain't out in the club all night, you want to be the
quiet part of my life
They don't understand how beautiful that is
Everybody got somethin' to say
They don't even wanna see
While they're talkin' so badly
I actually make you happy
All that matter is us anyway
And I don't even give a damn
For you I'm a better man
So tell them what they want to hear, baby
Let them talk about us
(They can hate if they wanna)
I don't care
(I don't care)
No matter what they say about us
(Let them hate if they wanna)
We ain't goin' nowhere
(I ain't goin', I ain't goin' nowhere)
Let them hate if they wanna
I don't care
No matter what they believe
Ain't goin' nowhere
(Listen, I think I'll say it again, say it again, say it again,
say it again)
Let them hate if they wanna
(Oh, let them hate, let them hate on us if they want to)
I don't care
No matter what they believe
(It could be you and me against the world)
Ain't goin' nowhere
Let them talk about us
(They can hate if they wanna)
I don't care
(I don't care)
No matter what they say about us
(Let them hate if they wanna)
We ain't goin' nowhere
(I ain't goin' nowhere)
Let them talk about us
(They can hate if they wanna)
I don't care
(I don't care)
No matter what they say about us
(Let them hate if they wanna)
('Bout you, 'bout me)
We ain't goin' nowhere
(I ain't goin' nowhere)
Let them hate if they wanna
I don't care
(They can hate, they can hate on me)
No matter what they believe
Ain't goin' nowhere
(Ahh, yeah)
I don't care
What they say about us
No matter what they say
What they say about us
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Dr. Cornell West Interlude |
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[Intro]
Yo Face turn me up
Turn me up a little bit more, yeah
He probably would tell you you're beautiful
If he could talk to you
I mean, if there was no expiration date on the batteries
Look, I've never been a hater
It's never been in my nature and umm
But listen, let me hook you up 'cause
[Verse 1]
B.O.B., B.O.B. don't say he miss you
And he don't have lips to kiss you
And he don't have hands to dip your waist
And tell you how good you taste, yeah
See B.O.B., B.O.B. can't serve you breakfast in bed
Oh no (he can't) bathe your body (he can't) rub your feet (he can't)
He can't compete with my love (so tonight) I'm commin over
[Chorus 1]
You need that real type of love (oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah)
That can't be duplicated (I wanna serve you up)
Your body needs to be loved (loved down)
The way that God made it
See B.O.B. can't kiss those thighs (oh no)
B.O.B. can't share your morning rise
B.O.B. can't stay this hard
See I can go harder than him (I'll go longer than him)
Longer than your Battery Operated Boyfriend
[Verse 2]
I know (I know, I know)
You think that you can take B.O.B. anywhere (B.O.B. anywhere, B.O.B. anywhere)
But B.O.B. can't caress your skin
Help you stretch and bend
And if you ask all your girlfriends,
I'm sure you'll agree that B.O.B. (B.O.B.)
B.O.B. don't talk dirty to you (B.O.B. won't get verbal with you)
B.O.B. don't get all flirty with you (B.O.B. don't get freaky with you)
B.O.B. don't turn it around and make the bed bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, like I do
[Chorus 2]
You need that real type of love (yeah, yeah)
That can't be duplicated (can't be duplicated)
Your body needs to be loved (be fruitful and multiply yeah)
The way that God made it (see I even touch myself sometimes)
See B.O.B. can't kiss those thighs (B.O.B. can't kiss up on those thighs)
B.O.B. can't share your morning rise (B.O.B. can't look you in the eyes)
B.O.B. can't stay this hard (this hard yeah)
See I can go harder than him (rock hard yeah)
Longer than your Battery Operated Boyfriend
[Bridge]
B.O.B. don't play Donny Hathaway followed by Marvin Gaye,
Followed by Sade, followed by Al Green, followed by Raheem,
Followed by Prince, followed by DeBarge, and MJB (MJB) and Jodeci (Jodeci)
Pattie Labelle (Pattie Labelle) followed by The Isley's (Maxwell),
Earth Wind and Fire (Earth Wind and Fire) and Luther Vandross
'Cause B.O.B. can't help you take them Vicky Secrets off
[Chorus 3]
(You need a real love)
You need a real type of love (I'll be the real thing tonight)
That can't be duplicated (I won't be duplicated)
Your body needs to be loved (I got mental stimulation for you)
The way that God made it (I wanna love you like B.O.B. can't)
See B.O.B. can't kiss those thighs (who's gonna kiss your thighs)
B.O.B. can't share your morning rise (who's gonna share your morning rise)
B.O.B. can't stay this hard (B.O.B. can't baby)
'Cause I can go harder than him (but I can baby yeah yeah)
Longer than your Battery Operated Boyfriend
[Chorus 4]
(Just call on me baby)
You need a real type of love (you need that real type of love yeah yeah)
That can't be duplicated (it won't be duplicated)
Your body needs to be loved (you need a Love Experience)
The way that God made it ('cause I know)
See B.O.B. can't kiss those thighs (I know)
B.O.B. can't share your morning rise (I know)
B.O.B. can't stay this hard
See I can go harder than him
Longer than your Battery Operated Boyfriend
[Chorus 5]
You need that real type of love (love)
That can't be duplicated (if you need some real love tonight raise your hands in the air yeah yeah)
Your body needs to be loved (I said ladies)
The way that God made it (the way that God made it if you want some love)
See B.O.B. can't kiss those thighs (you better know)
B.O.B. can't share your morning rise (I even touch myself sometimes)
B.O.B. can't stay this hard
See I can go harder than him
Longer than your Battery Operated Boyfriend
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