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gary numan - respect lyrics

verse 1nineteen-seventy somethin’, n-gg- i don’t sweat the date
my moms is late so i had to plan my escapeout the skins, in this world of fly girls
tanqueray and hennessy until i cold hurl
ten months in this gut, what the f-ck
i wish moms’d hurry up so i could get buckwild, juvenile rippin’ mics and sh-t
new york new york, ready for the likes of this, uh
then came the worst date, may 21st2: 19, that’s when my momma water burst
no spouse in the house so she rode for selfto the hospital, to see if she could get a little help
umbilical cord’s wrapped around my neck
i’m seein’ my death and i ain’t even took my first step
i made it out, i’m bringin’ mad joy
the doctor looked and said, “he’s gonna be a bad boy”verse 2now i’m thirteen, smokin’ blunts, makin’ cream
on the drug scene, f-ck a football team
riskin’ ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
hearin’ the coach scream at my lifetime dream, i mean
i wanna blow up, stack my dough up
so school i didn’t show up, it f-cked my flow up
mom said that i should grow up and check myselfbefore i wreck myself, disrespect myself
put the drugs on the shelf? nah, couldn’t see it
scarface, king of new york, i wanna be it
rap was secondary, money was necessary
until i got incarcerated–kinda scary
c74-mark 8 set me straight
not able to move behind the great steel gate
time to contemplate, d-mn, where did i fail? all the money i stacked was all the money for bail
verse 3ninety-four, now i explore new horizons
mama smile when she see me, that’s surprisin’honeys is tantalizin’, they freak all night
peep duckin’ cops on the creep all night
as i open my eyes and realizin’ i changed
not the same deranged child stuck up in the game
and to my n-gg-s livin’ street life
learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest
still tote your vest man, n-gg-s be trippin’in the streets without a gat? nah, n-gg- you’re slippin’if i’m pimpin on the f with weed on my breath
original hustler with the m-ffler on the tec
respect to the mac’s and the ac’s
to the freaks in the jeeps, lick shots to my peeps

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