Da Lench Mob - Ankle Blues Lyrics
"Listen now Blind Baby what we wanna go for on this record is not just a blues record - but we want a document. An epic document depicting the struggle of da black people against the white devil slavemasters."[Verse One]Sittin at the pad watchin copsTrippin off the pigs keepin niggaz off the blockBut don't let a nigga get got out the ghettocause you know gettin caught out the ghettois a mother*****in no-noCause you'll meet Mr. Boot, Mr. FeetMr. Billyclub and (who?) Mr. ConcreteFace down on the pavementKeepin niggaz out of Crackerville, they do it and they love itBut vice verse the kicksAnd put the Lench Mob crew, on the other end of the stickFee fie foe fum, the niggaz overcomeEverything is numb and it's filmed at elevenIt's like bustin caps at the bunnyYou get a buck buck buck, buckshots in the tummyThey didn't have a *****in clue (***** you!)Yeahh, it's time to get the ankle bluesChorus: repeat 2X"He is the epitome.. of anti-disestablishmentarism"{*scratch* "What's your latest hit brother?"[Verse Two]We caught the punk pluggin on our blockHe looked like he's armed so I went for my glockCall up the homies, look like we got oneLay on the ground paleface, and that's when the fun begunWe beat him down like we were loco(and said, "***** John Lennon") - (AND HIS PUNK ***** YOKO)Steady takin charge of the neighborhoodWe got a nine-eleven call on another *****in peckerwoodWe rolled up on him and he brokeHe looked like he was tryin to sell some *****in dopeNope; we ain't goin out like thatThat's when I let his ass have it with the gatShot him in his back, stopped him in his tracksHe will never sell dope to another *****in black(cause it's like that)It's untraced without a clue (***** you!)Yeahh, his ass caught the ankle bluesChorus[Verse Three]Nigga nigga nigga nigga, nigga damn fool(MONKEY SEE, MONKEY DO!)House made nigga's on his way with a fat payBut the mother*****ers, paid for his doomsdayWe laid in the cut for some daysTrippin off this nigga lookin like he's in a dazeWhat do whitey what do whitey really wanna know?The outcome of a sellout, is an oreo - yoWe hung him by his neck til it snappedThat's when my homey woke me up out my nap (wake up 'loc)Wakin back up to the signs of realityTrippin off the shit that we watchin on TVThem mother*****ers think I'm soft (PSYCH)It's a sign of the Lench Mob settin it offIt's untraced without a clueIt's the niggaz, that's catchin the ankle blues!Chorus{*scratch* "What's your latest hit brother?"{*scratch* "What's your latest hit brother?"
