[Intro]
(I thought all our problems were over)
Westcoast, we're not suppose to know better
I suppose we just suppose to let this shit happen, huh?
You motherfuckers done lost y'all mind
Y'all done bumped y'all motherfuckin' head
Now there's got to be somethin' done 'bout all this shit that's occurrin'
I don't like it, I don't like it one motherfuckin' bit
[Verse 1: Trick Daddy]
Free me, I've been captured by some demons
They drainin' my blood, taken samples of my semen
Got the nerve to call me crazy
Tappin' all my telephones, questioning my lady's
But I trained them every summer, hope to ball and never fumble
Survive in the jungle, instincts like Stevie Wonder
Rainy days, I'll be the thunder, no carma and no drama
So I gots to ask my mama, yo, why Kenny left me starvin'
Didn't daddy do his part? She explained she had a heart
She did all that she could do; she kept her faith in god, that's hard
[Chorus]
You better run, nigga, do ya thang, nigga, get off a chain, nigga
'Cause you's a free, nigga, run, nigga, thang, nigga, chain, nigga (What)
You better run, nigga, do ya thang, nigga, get off a chain, nigga
'Cause you's a free, nigga, run, nigga, thang, nigga, chain, nigga (What)
[Interlude]
I'm holding in my hand an original copy of the emancipation proclamation, much to my dismay I noticed that Lincoln forgot to sign it and that means technically I'm still a slave and you're still a slave owner
[Verse 2: Tre+6]
I rest around the roudy 'bout it G niggas and niggas who wanna be known as thugs
Livin the life because they wanna boom in money and drugs
But ain't no love when they spray, pray for them everyday
'Cause they kill ya dead and take ya bread if you play with they late to my dismay
My niggas ain't no thugs, they some slaves tryin' to runaway to a better day
And anything in they way, they gonna crush it
But if ain't about that flow then don't discuss it
Plopin and pumpin we off the chain and disgusted
Willin to die for anything, and that's official
Without or with you, pistol be government issued
With the scrached off word so the Tre would be observed
We serve, L-Ron fuckin' with nerve
[Verse 3: Funk Boogie]
See no like myself, see I hear no, speak no, see no evil
Except for them demons that be by lookin' like everyday people
Tryin to get up in my mindframe, stop me from doing my thang
See if I was a killa, y'all would hear my nine milli (What!?), bang
But now that never was my skillo, Funk Boogie mostly just be like chillen
Dealin with these crooked villains
Standin ready like Freddie, tryin' to whoop a nigga for somethin'
That's why I'm on the rock so for sure they gets nothin'
Except a nigga asscrack, kiss it, runaway slave, that's the click
We set you free nigga, break yourself from the clinch
[Chorus]
You better run, nigga, do ya thang, nigga, get off a chain, nigga
'Cause you's a free, nigga, run, nigga, thang, nigga, chain, nigga (What)
You better run, nigga, do ya thang, nigga, get off a chain, nigga
'Cause you's a free, nigga, run, nigga, thang, nigga, chain, nigga (What)
[Verse 4: Tre+6]
Samba bring dead ain't got shit to live fo'
Talkin' 'bout you real how you killed so
Scared to death, shakin' like a dildo
Find something to live fo'
It's sad to see you with that slave mentality
Let me set you free
Come follow my cracks
Ain't no lookin' back
Better run like hell for sure you'll end up dead
Don't bump your head
Man I'm 'bout to make right for you and me
To my ghetto children, be free, see how life's suppose to be
[Outro]
Run, nigga, what? Thang, nigga, what?
Chain, nigga, what? (It's over)
Run, nigga, what? (It's over) Thang, nigga, what? (It's over)
Chain, nigga, what? (It's over)
Nigga, we runaway slaves
Nigga, we runaway slaves and we ain't going back
