KRS-One - Uh Oh lyrics
[KRS-One - Uh Oh lyrics]
You ain't that tough ya
Choose the right friends
You ain't that tough now
Don't make your life end
You walk around the town like you a big man
But you never know now that
There's always a bigger man
You sling the M-16 and flash the M-1
But you don't know what you're doing
Never learned to handle one
But true! All you friend
Thinking you a gangster
While your mother tried to warn
You from certain danger
So when you in your room
You playing with your Mac-10
Fully loaded automatic, just you and a friend
You posing aw dey mirror like
You a gangster clown
But the Mac-10 go off and you friend go down
Uh oh! What you gonna do now?
Uh oh! They gonna blame you somehow
Uh oh! Tell me what you gonna say
Uh oh! Look, they carting you away
Your father telling you "Now son
Just go to school
Don't go acting like a fool and
Don't go acting too cool"
You get to the school and meet
Up with the right bunch
Just a group of kids with
No names taking people lunch
You join the clique because you
Wanna meet some girls
And you want a likkle prestige
In you likkle school world
One day you're walking with your
Crew along the road
And a member of your crew pull
Out a gun and unload
He shoot a parked car and all you run far
You and your friends laughing
Like you a superstar
You get home and you thinking it was fresh
And a cop meet you there with
A warrant for your arrest them ask
"Who shot the gun? Why you
Walking down the street?
Didn't you see the likkle boy there
In the back seat sleep?
Now the boy dead we want to know from you
Who shot the car up, are we gonna take you?"
Uh oh! Now what you gonna do now?
Uh oh! Boy, them gonna blame you
Uh oh! Now tell me what you gonna say
Uh oh! Look, they carting you away
You ain't that rough ya
Choose the right friends
You ain't that tough ya
Don't make your life end
White kids! You living in the
Whitest part of town you are a white kid but
You know you hang around
So you and your friends thinking that
You are all of that
When you see a youth walk by
And yes the youth is black
One kid say "Hey, what you doing on the block
We don't want no niggers here
Unless he is a cop"
So the kid pull out a big baseball bat
And them him slap with the bat
Just because the kid is black
Now then the kid fell down but still alive
So he reach in his pants
And pull out a four-five
Pop! One friend drop and everyone run
Out of all the white kids
Now you the only one
You start cry, 'cause now you gonna die
And it's all because what your
Friends did to this guy
Uh oh! What you gonna do now?
Uh oh! He gonna blame you somehow
Uh oh! What you think you gonna say?
Uh oh! Now them carting you away, check!
You ain't that rough ya
Choose the right friends
You ain't that tough ya
Don't make your life end
You ain't that rough now
Choose the right friends
You ain't that tough now
Don't make your life end
Choose the right friends
You ain't that tough now
Don't make your life end
You walk around the town like you a big man
But you never know now that
There's always a bigger man
You sling the M-16 and flash the M-1
But you don't know what you're doing
Never learned to handle one
But true! All you friend
Thinking you a gangster
While your mother tried to warn
You from certain danger
So when you in your room
You playing with your Mac-10
Fully loaded automatic, just you and a friend
You posing aw dey mirror like
You a gangster clown
But the Mac-10 go off and you friend go down
Uh oh! What you gonna do now?
Uh oh! They gonna blame you somehow
Uh oh! Tell me what you gonna say
Uh oh! Look, they carting you away
Your father telling you "Now son
Just go to school
Don't go acting like a fool and
Don't go acting too cool"
You get to the school and meet
Up with the right bunch
Just a group of kids with
No names taking people lunch
You join the clique because you
Wanna meet some girls
And you want a likkle prestige
In you likkle school world
One day you're walking with your
Crew along the road
And a member of your crew pull
Out a gun and unload
He shoot a parked car and all you run far
You and your friends laughing
Like you a superstar
You get home and you thinking it was fresh
And a cop meet you there with
A warrant for your arrest them ask
"Who shot the gun? Why you
Walking down the street?
Didn't you see the likkle boy there
In the back seat sleep?
Now the boy dead we want to know from you
Who shot the car up, are we gonna take you?"
Uh oh! Now what you gonna do now?
Uh oh! Boy, them gonna blame you
Uh oh! Now tell me what you gonna say
Uh oh! Look, they carting you away
You ain't that rough ya
Choose the right friends
You ain't that tough ya
Don't make your life end
White kids! You living in the
Whitest part of town you are a white kid but
You know you hang around
So you and your friends thinking that
You are all of that
When you see a youth walk by
And yes the youth is black
One kid say "Hey, what you doing on the block
We don't want no niggers here
Unless he is a cop"
So the kid pull out a big baseball bat
And them him slap with the bat
Just because the kid is black
Now then the kid fell down but still alive
So he reach in his pants
And pull out a four-five
Pop! One friend drop and everyone run
Out of all the white kids
Now you the only one
You start cry, 'cause now you gonna die
And it's all because what your
Friends did to this guy
Uh oh! What you gonna do now?
Uh oh! He gonna blame you somehow
Uh oh! What you think you gonna say?
Uh oh! Now them carting you away, check!
You ain't that rough ya
Choose the right friends
You ain't that tough ya
Don't make your life end
You ain't that rough now
Choose the right friends
You ain't that tough now
Don't make your life end