They wanna know
Några av mina vänner hade svårt att höra texten när Adam Tensta rappade, så jag tänkte hjälpa till med ett utdrag :)
Vers 1:
They wanna know why we look like a gang
look so criminal, look like we bang
So I tell them only bangin’ that we do it is on the system
We’re just doing our thing
They wanna know why we walk like we walk
Talk like we talk, like we own the city
So I tell them like it is
I got it from my mother, that’s just the way we raised
They wanna know why my pants hang low
What it says on my tee, why I dress like this for
So I tell them fuck your dress code
Who I’m supposed to pull my pants up for?
They wanna know, keep askin’ me questions
Askin’ me about this , askin me about that
When they don’t even know me, so stop your questions on me
Vers 2:
They wanna know why I’m blowing my fuel
Losing my temper, losing my cool
So I tell them I just do what I do
You don’t need to know why I do what I do
They wanna know why I can’t take orders
Listen to the boss when I work in here
So I tell them: are you fucking with me?
I’m just trying to work in here
They wanna know what we do when we’re in the crib
If we tokin, tokin
So I tell’em : I don’t know why you’re askin’
Do it look like I’ve been smokin’?
They wanna know if I know somebody, that know somebody,
That know some drugs
So I tell them I don’t fuck with you.
Do I look like I sell drugs? Niggah!
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