UB40 - Hip Hop Lyrical Robot | Текст песни

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(chorus)
Can you dig it, alright i can dig it
Cause i`m your hip hop lyrical robot and a red cool cat
Yes i`m your hip hop lyrical robot and a red cool cat

I want the girls to hear me rap
Cause this mc has got the nack
I`m your body-popping shell shocking
Girls hocking eye popping lick me all over like a lollipop
I`m your juicy fruit
Alright, alright, alright

I said hey white man, indian or black
I`m your number 1 mc and that`s a fact
I`m a goodloocking, girl hooking outstanding
Mile chatting lyrical shock attack
All mcs freeze there on the spot
One false move and you must get drop
I`m always devastating, fascinating
Videmaking, pinstaking, watch it man i`m hot

(chorus)

Its a struggle in life when your skin is black
The system is designed to hold you back
How s`ya do shle hands on the shoulder a pat
One love to my face then a stab in the back
Seven points in snooker when you put down the black
But i still thank god for the little i got

(chorus)

I don`t stop rapping to the musical beat
And i`m in the mood to turn you on
In the groove thats so complete
Wind you hips, shake your body
Or clap you hands even stamp your feet
Just like a bed thats just been spread
You know i`m neat, neat, neat
Just like a tap that`s running hot
Man can`t you feel the heat
Not just now but every minute every hour
Everyday and every week

I don`t give a hoot for loot and shoot
Or prostitutes in skin tight suits
Standing on the corner
They call their beat
I`m not a pimp drug pusher
Gambler or even theif
To the teachers i will preach
And to the teachers i will teach
Cause i`m a hip hop lyrical robot
That is why so unique
Well police and theives are playing
The game of hide and seek
When an imformer gives imformation
Then its called a leak
I jail your a number ruled by govenor
Screws keep you under, wanna see you blunder
When they say \"sit\" just take a seat
And when they say \"food\" it`s time to eat
If a screw says \"nigger\" i don`t answer
Yes sir, no sir three bags full sir
Sometimes inmates would even call me a growler
Me a growler, i`m no growler

(chorus)

Well i`m a hip hop lyrical robot
I don`t stop rapping to the musical beat

Well i`m a hip hop lyrical robot and a red cool cat

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