In The Sun

(альбом: Black Man Of Steal - 2015)

Soldiers always tell me: "Rucka, we love your music, man. We blast your songs in every shit third-world country we deployed in!"
So this song right here is for the troops. Here we go!

You in the sun, nigga
You got a gun, nigga
Don't try to run, nigga
Cause that ain't fun, nigga
You in the East, nigga
You got a piece, nigga
Don't try to peace, nigga
Hang out at least, nigga

Iraq, Pakistan, Afghanistan
You spraying more bitch niggas than a mace can
They said you can't catch 'em bitches, but I bet ya can
This ain't the National Guard, these ain't Mexicans
You with the big boys, playing with some big toys
Bombing cities leave 'em looking like Detroit
They wanna fuck witchu? Yeah, they could fuck witchu!
Blast a couple towelheads, jamming to some Rucka tunes
You the man now, dog nigga you the greatest
Fuck the haters cause you taking out some Al-Qaedas
You got the latest in weapons, yeah represent
Send a cruise missle flying to some Arab's anus
You ain't rich and famous, but you a action star
So fuck 'em Hollywood faggots with electric cars
You rolling tanks over skulls of dirka dirkas
Fuck a media circus, let's get to work!

You in the sun, nigga
You got a gun, nigga
Don't try to run, nigga
Cause that ain't fun, nigga
You in the East, nigga
You got a piece, nigga
Don't try to peace, nigga
Hang out at least, nigga

You overseas, nigga
Hundred degrees, nigga
Go get the keys, nigga
We'll catch a breeze, nigga
You in the corps, nigga
You keep it raw, nigga
Fuck what you saw, nigga
We in a war, nigga

What's the real cost of freedom? You gotta try to beat 'em
You got the skills to defeat 'em, this time you really need 'em
You up against evil they shooting at your people
Pour some salt and pepper on these suckas before you fucking eat 'em
This ain't Little League, this is the Middle East
These monkeys live 1,000 years behind... at least!
They get you when you sleep, or when you take a leak
They sneak into your base and try to rape you when you take a leak
So keep your weapon loaded and your armor tightened
'Cause you don't get a second chance when you out there fighting
You better aim, this for what your ass trained
You win or lose, what you thought we out here playing games?
You fighting for the music, and for the free speech
And slamming back a 12-pack on Virginia Beach
You fighting for baseball, french fries, and burgers
Fuck a media circus let's get to work

You in the sun, nigga
You got a gun, nigga
Don't try to run, nigga
Cause that ain't fun, nigga
You in the East, nigga
You got a piece, nigga
Don't try to peace, nigga
Hang out at least, nigga

You overseas, nigga
Hundred degrees, nigga
Go get the keys, nigga
We'll catch a breeze, nigga
You in the corps, nigga
You keep it raw, nigga
Fuck what you saw, nigga
We in a war, nigga

All the US Marines say oorah (oorah!)
Nuckas in the Army say hooah (hooah!)
Nuckas in the Navy say hooyah (hooyah!)
The Air Force above me say what? (what?)
Everybody overseas say oh (oh!)
Protecting the country say yo (yo!)
We got your back homies, say bro (bro!)
C'mon home, nigga please (oooh!)

You in the sun, nigga
You got a gun, nigga
Don't try to run, nigga
Cause that ain't fun, nigga
You in the East, nigga
You got a piece, nigga
Don't try to peace, nigga
Hang out at least, nigga

You overseas, nigga
Hundred degrees, nigga
Go get the keys, nigga
We'll catch a breeze, nigga
You in the corps, nigga
You keep it raw, nigga
Fuck what you saw, nigga
We in a war, nigga
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