יובל גרשטיין - Lock Your Doors |
Lock Your Doors
מילים: רבל סן ויובל גרשטיין לחן: רבל סן, יובל גרשטיין, אורי וינוקור, אריאל לוי, יוגב שטרית ודוד חכם קיים ביצוע לשיר זה Son they creep through windows and kick down doors Blaze the street with heat ever raw Fiend for desperation in withdraw Bound by no rules and lost by law but fuck the law son they be evil for sure More sadistic than saw they roll leather face with Texas chainsaws Massacre of the poor who be scetch’n the draw Catch’em on the humble son like whoever you are the pitch black’em out like tar Barrels in your car smacked dead in your jaw Dragged out your whip skid marks and the engine roar for It’s all city the cruddy busyness And it’s a cold world yep the illest that it gets Thugs jack grips and gangsta stack chips but how many will be caught up in the mix You better lock your doors.. Son He stressed for rent the pay checks been spent Give’em an inch and they stick for a mile Rude boy style ricochets and shrapnel but is their mercy for a war child child soldier The youth in distress tuck your gold son them slugs burn flesh Or they collect direct roll up in your rest use your crib as a bank and withdraw goods And deposit mad wreck Keep’em scream’n what’s next More than what you could never expect They pace steps after a cashed check and then yes In every since ends get meet You better lock your doors.. |