Stand Your Ground Songtext
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Stand Your Ground Songtext
Uh-uh, no, no
I ain′t gonna run no more
Uh-uh, no, no
I ain't gonna run no more
Uh-uh, no, no
I ain′t gonna run no more
Uh-uh, no, no
I ain't gonna run no more
Now I would never call a nigga, nigga
Try to tell me I call you niggers, niggers
Lookie here you gun-totin' filthy ass swine
Say nigga one more time
Put your hands behind your back, Tyrone
I ain′t Tyrone and I ain′t doin' shit
You′re resisting arrest, now you causin' problems
I′m resisting your aggression towards me, motherfucker
Fuck you and your bullshit, sucka
Callin' for backup, got myself a live one
Appears to be intoxicated
I ain′t do shit, I cooperated, why you lyin' on me, man?
Uh-uh, no, no
I ain't gonna run no more
Uh-uh, no, no
I ain′t gonna run no more
Uh-uh, no, no
I ain′t gonna run no more
Uh-uh, no, no
I ain't gonna run no more
Sir, I′m gonna need identification
And why you around these parts at this time?
I ain't showin′ you nathan
And I ain't sayin′ nothin' either
Are you arrestin' me for a crime?
Enough is enough, you on some bullshit
And I don′t see a pulpit
You better produce somethin′ or you're mine
Here comes the backup, big shot
I feel threatened, so let me ask you
Do you have a weapon?
Tell him take your hands off your gun
Got a wife and two sons
These cuffs too tight, my fingers goin′ numb
You're a mouthy one, aren′t ya?
Happy that we found ya
The residents called it in
An unknown black man followed them
Followed who?
I grew up in this neighborhood, I live here too
Uh-uh, no, no
I ain't gonna run no more
Uh-uh, no, no
I ain′t gonna run no more
Uh-uh, no, no
I ain't gonna run no more
Uh-uh, no, no
I ain't gonna run no more
Uh-uh, no, no
I ain′t gonna run no
I ain′t gonna run no more
Uh-uh, no, no
I ain't gonna run no more
Uh-uh, no, no
I ain′t gonna run no more
Uh-uh, no, no
I ain't gonna run no more
Now I would never call a nigga, nigga
Try to tell me I call you niggers, niggers
Lookie here you gun-totin' filthy ass swine
Say nigga one more time
Put your hands behind your back, Tyrone
I ain′t Tyrone and I ain′t doin' shit
You′re resisting arrest, now you causin' problems
I′m resisting your aggression towards me, motherfucker
Fuck you and your bullshit, sucka
Callin' for backup, got myself a live one
Appears to be intoxicated
I ain′t do shit, I cooperated, why you lyin' on me, man?
Uh-uh, no, no
I ain't gonna run no more
Uh-uh, no, no
I ain′t gonna run no more
Uh-uh, no, no
I ain′t gonna run no more
Uh-uh, no, no
I ain't gonna run no more
Sir, I′m gonna need identification
And why you around these parts at this time?
I ain't showin′ you nathan
And I ain't sayin′ nothin' either
Are you arrestin' me for a crime?
Enough is enough, you on some bullshit
And I don′t see a pulpit
You better produce somethin′ or you're mine
Here comes the backup, big shot
I feel threatened, so let me ask you
Do you have a weapon?
Tell him take your hands off your gun
Got a wife and two sons
These cuffs too tight, my fingers goin′ numb
You're a mouthy one, aren′t ya?
Happy that we found ya
The residents called it in
An unknown black man followed them
Followed who?
I grew up in this neighborhood, I live here too
Uh-uh, no, no
I ain't gonna run no more
Uh-uh, no, no
I ain′t gonna run no more
Uh-uh, no, no
I ain't gonna run no more
Uh-uh, no, no
I ain't gonna run no more
Uh-uh, no, no
I ain′t gonna run no
Writer(s): Errol Henry, Reese Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

