Текст DMC – What’s Wrong
Текст:
scratched: «DMC»
Chorus: singers — repeat 4X
What’s wrong with this world today (what’s wrong with this world)
DMC
12 years old and I’m smokin on weed
I want a lot of stuff that I don’t really need
14 years old and I’m drinkin on beer
What my parents gotta say I don’t wanna hear
16 years old and I’m takin ecstasy
Girl next to me is gonna have sex with me
18 years old and I’m sniffin cocaine
Don’t really care what it’s doin to my brain
singers
Don’t understand, why all the fuss
Why the grown-ups keep messin with us
I’m not gonna die just because I smoked dust
Smack me in the face just because I said a cuss
Treat ’em like kids, we should leave them alone
But they don’t understand (I’m 12 and I’m grown)
Chorus
Napolean
At the age of 12 I was probably sellin weed
Seein the same things that DMC seen
Was a young cat that’d love to see you bleed
But what’s goin on with this world tell me
Kids in the street eatin meals off the streets
Take me off the streets but can’t stop the streets
At the age of 3 they got shot right in front of me
My moms and my daddy, shoulda never had me
Heart got cold and them glocks got load
Take it back to 15, pops was on the scene
Took me out the hood, showed me how to stack cream
Take it back to my breddern, age 11
Khadafi, the head brother, of Makaveli
Wasn’t for you, the streets woulda failed me
Napolean, Outlaw, give ’em hell DMC
Chorus
DMC
Check it out
Today is the day that I bring a gun to school
The teacher dissed me and he played me for a fool
Tryin to play the role, tryin to be cool
Being {?} well I make the rules
Napolean
If I pull the trigger, I figure if he die
I say that I’m crazy, you know that’s a lie
DMC
Just gotta act like I’m out of my mind
To be on the news, on the cover of Time
Napolean
Shoulda known I would do it, shoulda seen the signs
Been lovin guns ever since I was 9
DMC
I played PlayStation
Nap
And Nintendo too
DMC
And love all the games
Nap
When I’m shootin at you
DMC
When my dad was young he used to go out and hunt
Nap
It doesn’t really matter man, I came to front
both
It doesn’t really matter as a kid or a man
Cause the same thing can happen with a gun in your hand
Chorus
ad libbed scratches to end