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Street Sweeper Social Club
Street Sweeper Social Club


Информация
Откуда Los Angeles, California, United States
Жанры Rap Rock
Funk Rock
Годы 2006—н.в.
Лейблы Warner Bros. Records
The Null Corporation
См. также The Coup
Rage Against the Machine
Audioslave
The Nightwatchman
Lock Up
Electric Sheep
Class of '99
Galactic
Состав
Tom Morello
Boots Riley



Альбом Street Sweeper Social Club


The Ghetto Blaster EP (10.08.2010)
10.08.2010
1.
Ghetto Blaster
2.
Everythang (The Coup cover)
3.
Paper Planes (M.I.A. cover)
4.
The New Fuck You
5.
Scars (Hold That Pose)
6.
Mama Said Knock You Out (LL Cool J cover)
7.
Promenade (Guitar Fury Remix)
. . .

Ghetto Blaster

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. . .


See and it was just about time for the party to close
When the hinges went to flyin' off the motherfuckin' do's

[sample repeated]
Superior sound quality

[chorus]
dub yo' shit, baby
Everybody throw your lighters up
Tell me ya'll fin to fight or what?
Everybody get yo' shit started
This is your motherfuckin' party
dub yo' shit, baby
Everbody throw your lighters up
Tell me ya'll fin to fight or what?
Oakland
Everybody get yo' shit started
This is your motherfuckin' party
dub yo' shit, baby

Every death is an abrupt one
Every cop is a corrupt one
Without no cash up in the trust fund
Every cat with a gat wanna bust one
Every guest want a plus-one
Every tenement's a penitent
Every tried man is innocent
Time served should be the sentence spent
Everybody wanna here the lick
Everyone a ya'll is gettin' pimped
Everytime a spit I fin to rip
Every cancer is a homicide
Every boss better run and hide
Every human is some kin to black
Every Visa got a pin to crack
Every verse is from the cardiac
Every search is involuntary
Every inmate want commissary
Every banknote is promissory
Every broke motherfucker fin to form a gang
and when we come we takin' everthang

[chorus]
Everybody throw your lighters up
Tell me ya'll fin to fight or what?
Everybody get yo' shit started
This is your motherfuckin' party
dub yo' shit, baby
Everbody throw your lighters up
Tell me ya'll fin to fight or what?
Everybody get yo' shit started
This is your motherfuckin' party
dub yo' shit, baby

Every mac want a Cadillac
Every mark want they scrilla back
Every narc want a hit off crack
In the park or a pontiac
Every little cent is to the rent
Every roach is a resident
Every truth ain't evident
Every slave story present tense
Every uprise a consequence
Every time it be something sweet
Every banker is a fuckin' thief
Everybody betta holla wit' me
Every fiend need a dollar fi'ty
Every crime that I did was petty
Every criminal is rich already
Every landlord gotta complex
Every single is a bomb threat
Every sellout may ya hate my verse
Everybody they gonna get it first
Every broke motherfucker fin to form a gang
and when we come we takin' everythang

[chorus]
Everybody throw your lighters up
Tell me ya'll fin to fight or what?
Everybody get yo' shit started
This is your motherfuckin' party
dub yo' shit, baby
Everybody throw your lighters up
Tell me ya'll fin to fight or what?
Everybody get yo' shit started
This is your motherfuckin' party
dub yo' shit, baby

[sample repeated]
Superior sound quality

[chorus]

Everybody throw your lighters up
Tell me ya'll fin to fight or what?
Everybody get yo' shit started
This is your motherfuckin' party
dub yo' shit, baby
Everybody throw your lighters up
Tell me ya'll fin to fight or what?
Everybody get yo' shit started
This is your motherfuckin' party
dub yo' shit, baby

. . .


I fly like paper, get high like planes
If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
If you come around here, I make them all day
I get one down in a second if you wait

I fly like paper, get high like planes
If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
If you come around here, I make them all day
I get one down in a second if you wait

Sometimes I feel sitting on trains
Every stop I get to I'm clocking that game
Everyone's a winner now we're making our fame
Bona fide hustler, making my name

Sometimes I feel sitting on trains
Every stop I get to I'm clocking that game
Everyone's a winner now we're making our fame
Bona fide hustler, making my name

All I want to do is BANG BANG BANG BANG!
And KA-CHING!
And take your money

All I want to do is BANG BANG BANG BANG!
And KA-CHING!
And take your money

All I want to do is BANG BANG BANG BANG!
And KA-CHING!
And take your money

Pirate skulls and bones
Sticks and stones and weed and bombs
Running when we hit them
Lethal poison through their system

Pirate skulls and bones
Sticks and stones and weed and bombs
Running when we hit them
Lethal poison through their system

No one on the corner has swagger like us
Hit me on my banner, prepaid wireless
We pack and deliver like UPS trucks
Already going to hell just pumping that gas

No one on the corner has swagger like us
Hit me on my banner, prepaid wireless
We pack and deliver like UPS trucks
Already going to hell just pumping that gas

All I want to do is BANG BANG BANG BANG!
And KA-CHING!
And take your money

All I want to do is BANG BANG BANG BANG!
And KA-CHING!
And take your money

All I want to do is BANG BANG BANG BANG!
And KA-CHING!
And take your money

M.I.A.
Third world democracy
Yeah, I got more records than the K.G.B.
So, uh, no funny business

Some, some, some I, some I murder
Some, I some I let go
Some, some, some I, some I murder
Some, I some I let go

All I want to do is BANG BANG BANG BANG!
And KA-CHING!
And take your money

All I want to do is BANG BANG BANG BANG!
And KA-CHING!
And take your money

All I want to do is BANG BANG BANG BANG!
And KA-CHING!
And take your money

All I want to do is BANG BANG BANG BANG!
And KA-CHING!
And take your money

. . .

The New Fuck You

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. . .

Scars (Hold That Pose)

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. . .


C'mon man

And with the local news,
LL Cool J with a triumphant comeback

Don't call it a comeback
I've been here for years
I'm rocking my peers
Puttin' suckers in fear
Makin' the tears rain down like a monsoon
Listen to the bass go boom
Explosions, overpowerin'
Over the competition I'm towerin'
Wrecking shop when I write these lyrics
that'll make you call the cops
Don't you dare stare, you better move
Don't ever compare
Me to the rest that'll all get sliced and diced
Competition's payin' the price

I'm gonna knock you out
Mama said knock you out (repeat)

Don't you call this a regular jam
I'm gonna rock this land
I'm gonna take this itty-bitty world by storm
And I'm just gettin' warm
Just like Muhammed Ali
They called him Cassius
Watch me bash this beat like a skull
That you know I've beef with
Why do you riff with me
The maniac psycho
And when I pull out my jammy get ready
Cause I might go Blaw!
How you like me now?
The ripper will not allow
You to get with Mr. Swift or Rift,
Listen to my gears shift
I'm blasting, I'm blasting
Kinda like shaft, so you can say I'm shafting
Old English filled my mind, and I came up with a funky rhyme

I'm gonna knock you out
Mama said knock you out (repeat)

Shadow boxing when I heard you on the radio, UH
I just don't know
What made you forget that I was raw
But now I gotta new tour
I'm going insane
Startin' the hurricane
Releasin' pain
Lettin' you know
You can't gain or maintain
Unless you say my name
Rippin'
Killin'
Diggin' and drillin' a hole
Pass the Old Gold

I'm gonna knock you out
Mama said knock you out (repeat)

Shotgun blasts are heard
When I rip and kill at will
The man of the hour, tower of power
I'll devour
I'm gonna tie you up and let you understand
That I'm not your average man
When I gotta jammy in my hand
Damn!
Oooooh!
Listen to the way I slay
Your crew
Damage (repeat)
Destruction, terror, and mayhem
Pass me a sissy so sucker I'll slay him
Farmers (WHAT)
Farmers (WHAT)
I'm ready (WE'RE READY)
I think I'm gonna bomb a town
Get down
Don't you never, ever
Pull my lever
Cause I explode
And my nine is easy to load
I gotta thank God
Cause he gave me the strength to rock Hard

I'm gonna knock you out
Mama said knock you out (repeat)

. . .


Well I got a new kinda squaredance rap
Gon' talk smack, flash my gat
I'm finna spit and hold my dick
And heat shit up like a thermostat

Grab your partner by the chaps
Give your partner a pimp-slap
To symbolize the ghetto trap
Step to the right, give three claps

Kids jam-packed in tenement shacks
Ain't shit cookin' on the stove but crack
This is the bat this hell begat
'Cause bosses are kleptomaniacs

Two by two, Promenade
Duck from a B1 bomber raid
Ain't 'bout the plans Osama made
Banks get paid off petrol trade

Circulate, Dosey-do
How much cash could a o-z grow?
Till all are fed and all have beds
My skin is black, my star is red

FBI comin round the outside
Which one of us finna die tonight?
Is we finna fight over crumbs to bite
Or make a whole muthafuckin world ignite?

Everybody throw them bows
Right upside your partner's nose
By now you've got bloody clothes
Crabs in the barrel, so the story goes

Think of all their savage acts
Grabbin' scratch from average cats
Bureaucrats with strings attached
Walk in place, light the match

Two by two, Promenade
Duck from a B1 bomber raid
Ain't 'bout the plans Osama made
Banks get paid off petrol trade

Circulate, Dosey-do
How much cash could a o-z grow?
Till all are fed and all have beds
My skin is black, my star is red

Everybody get down low
'Bout the level of your toes
These dance moves we usually do
Are not the ones that we have chose

Grab on to that beat and grind
Try your best to stay alive
We can run, we can't hide
Might as well just stay and fight

Two by two, Promenade
Duck from a B1 bomber raid
Ain't 'bout the plans Osama made
Banks get paid off petrol trade

Circulate, Dosey-do
How much cash could a o-z grow?
Till all are fed and all have beds
My skin is black, my star is red

. . .


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