Back to the previous page

Artist: Public Enemy
Album:  Yo! Bum Rush The Show
Song:   You're Gonna Get Yours
        - Ridenhour - Shocklee -

        In this corner with the 98
        Subject of suckers object of hate
        Who's the one some think is great
        I'm that one, son of a gun
        Drivin' by, wavin' my fist
        Makin' 'em mad when I'm goin' like this
        Top gun, never on the run
        They know not to come cause they all get some
        Goin' quicker in the speedin' lane
        Jealous can't do it and it's causin' them pain
        Out the window, middle finger for all
        Jealous at my ride, stereo and blackwalls
        Suckers got the nerve and gall
        To talk 'bout my car when they're walkin' tall
        Pullin' away, every day
        Leavin' you in the dust
        So you know I get paid, on the mile ego trip
        And 5-o tailin' on my tip
        Watch me burn rubber, fall in my flame
        This episode always is the same
        Seein' no comp comin' like I'm blind
        All left back, tailin' my behind
        I go faster cops try to shoot me
        They'll get theirs when they try to get me
        I'll let go, my turbo
        Run, I'm in the river cause they're movin' too slow
        Laughin' hard at their attempt
        So what if the judge charged me contempt
        I'd rub my boomerang, feelin' proud
        And I wouldn't even hear them cause my radio's loud

        Cruisin' down the boulevard
        treated like a superstar
        You know the time so don't look hard
        Get with it, the ultimate homeboy car
        All you suckers in the other ride
        When I'm comin' get to the side
        My 98 is tough to chase
        If you're on my tail, better watch my face
        Smoke is comin' when I burn
        Rubber when my wheels turn
        Tinted windows, super bad
        Lookin' like the car the Green Hornet had
        It's the reason I'm ahead of the pack
        It's the reason I left them back
        It's the reason all the people say
        My 98-O blows 'em all away
        Understand, I don't drive drunk
        My 98's fly, I don't drive no junk
        No cop gotta a right to call me a punk
        Take his ticket, go to hell and stick it
        Pull me on a kick but, line up, times up
        This government needs a tune up
        I don't even know what happenin', what's up
        Gun in my chest, I'm under arrest
        Sidewalk suckered wanted to spill me
        So I got my crew and posse
        Step outside, got in my ride
        Drove them around, looked around town
        Caught I'm out there cold, ran I'm over and down
        They didn't get me, that's the truth
        Cause my 98-O is bullet proof