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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [Kool G. Rap]Road to the Riches |
| home : | http://chriskwon.hihome.com |
When I was five years old I realized there was a road ´Ù¼¸ »ì ¶§ ³ª´Â ¾î¶² ±æÀÇ Á¸À縦 ±ú´Þ¾Ò°í At the end I will win lots of pots of gold ±× ³¡¿¡ °¡¸é ±Ý´ÜÁö¸¦ ¾òÀ» °Å¶õ°É ¾Ë¾ÒÁö Never took a break, never made a mistake ½¬Áöµµ ¾Ê°í, ½Ç¼öµµ ÇÏÁö ¾ÊÀ¸¸é¼ Took time to create cos there's money to make õõÈ÷ ³» ÀÚ½ÅÀ» ¸¸µé¾î°¬³×, µ·À» ¹ú¾î¾ßÇϴϱî To be a billionaire takes hard work for years ¾ï¸¸ÀåÀÚ°¡ µÇ´Â °ÍÀº ¸î³â°£ÀÇ Èûµç ÀÏÀ» ¶æÇØ Some nights I shedded tears while I sent up prayers ´«¹°À» È긮¸é¼ ±âµµ¸¦ Çß´ø ¹ãµµ ÀÖ¾úÁö Been through hard times, even worked part time Èûµé¾ú¾ú¾î, ¾Æ¸£¹ÙÀÌÆ®µµ Çß¾î In a ?seafood? store sweepin floors for dimes ¸î Ǭ ¶§¹®¿¡ ÇØ»ê¹° °¡°ÔÀÇ ¹Ù´ÚÀ» ´Û°í I was sort of a porter takin the next man's order ¿·¿¡ ÀÖ´Â »ç¶÷ÀÇ ¸í·ÉÀ» ¹Þ´Â ¿î¹Ý¼ö¿´Áö Breakin my back for ?a shack for headquarters? ³ª¸¸ÀÇ °ø°£À» À§ÇØ µîÀÌ ºÎ·¯Áú µíÀÌ ÀÏÇØ¼ All my manpower for four bucks an hour ¾òÀº ´ë°¡´Â ÇÑ ½Ã°£¿¡ 4´Þ·¯ Took the time, I wrote rhymes in the shower «À» ³», »þ¿ö¸¦ Çϸ鼵µ ¶óÀÓÀ» Àû¾ú¾î Shoes are scoffed cos the road gets rough µµ·Î°¡ °ÅÄ¥¾î ½Å¹ßÀº ÇìÁö°ï ÇßÁö¸¸ But I'ma rock it til my pockets ain't stuffed enough ³» ÁÖ¸Ó´Ï¿¡ ÃæºÐÇÑ ¹°°ÇÀÌ ÆÈ ¶§±îÁö ³ ½Å°í ´Ù´Ò°Å¾ß All the freaks wouldn't speak cos my checks was weak µ·ÀÌ º°·Î ¾ø´Ù°í ¾Æ¹«µµ ³»°Ô ¾ê±â¸¦ ¾È °É°í They would turn the other cheek so I started to seek °í°³¸¦ µ¹·È±â¿¡, ³ Àα⸦ ¾òÀ» ¼ö ÀÖ´Â A way to get a play, and maybe one day ¹æ¹ýÀ» ¸ð»öÇßÁö, ¾î¼¸é ÀÌ·¯´Ù°¡ I'll be performin up a storm for a decent pay ¸¸Á·ÇÒ¸¸ÇÑ ±Þ·á¸¦ ¹Þ°í ÅÂdz °°Àº °ø¿¬À» ÇÒÁöµµ ¸ð¸£ÀÝ¾Æ No matter how it seems I always kept the dream Çö½ÇÀÌ ¾î¶»´Ù°í ÇØµµ ³ Ç×»ó ²ÞÀ» °£Á÷Çß¾î All the girlies scream and suckas get creamed ¸ðµç ¿©ÀÚµéÀº ¼Ò¸± Áö¸£°í ¹Ùº¸µéÀº ºÎ²ô·¯¿öÇØ Dreamed about it for five years straight 5³âµ¿¾È Çѽõµ ½¬Áö ¾Ê°í ±×°É ²Þ²åÁö Finally I got a break and cut my first plate µåµð¾î ³ ¿©À¯¸¦ ã¾Æ ù¹øÂ° ¾Ù¹üÀ» ³Â¾î The road ain't yellow and there ain't no witches ¾ÆÁ÷ ±æÀº ³ë¶þÁö ¾Ê°í ¸¶³àµµ ¾øÁö¸¸(?) My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches ³» À̸§Àº Kool G Rap, Áö±Ý ºÎ±Í¸¦ ÇâÇÑ ±æÀ» °È´Â ÁßÀÌ¾ß Verse Two: I used to stand on the block sellin cooked up rock °Å¸®¿¡ ¼¼ ¿ä¸®ÇÑ ÄÚÄ«ÀÎÀ» ³»´Ù ÆÈ°ï ÇßÁö Money bustin out my sock cos I really would clock ¾ç¸» ¼Ó¿¡¼ »ßÁ®³ª¿Â µ·, ¹úÀ̰¡ ±¦Âú¾Ò°Åµç They were for kind of fiends bringin jackets and jeans ÀÚÄÏÀ̳ª û¹ÙÁö, ÀâÁö, ¹«¾ùÀÌµç ¸¶¾à ÇÑ ¹ø Magazines, anything, just to hustle for beans ÇÏ·Á°í °¡Á®¿À´Â Áßµ¶Àڵ鵵 ÀÖ¾úÁö The cash was comin fast, money grew like grass Àç»êÀº ºü¸£°Ô ´Ã¾î³ª, µ·Àº Ǯó·³ ÀÚ¶ó³ª People hungry for the blast that don't even last »ç¶÷µéÀº ¿À·¡ °¡Áöµµ ¾ÊÀ» ¼º°ø¿¡ ±¾ÁÖ·ÁÀÖ¾î Didn't want to be involved but the money will getcha ±× ÀϺΰ¡ µÇ°í ½ÍÁø ¾Ê¾ÒÁö¸¸ µ·Àº ³¯ ÀâÁö Gettin richer and richer, the police took my picture ´õ¿í´õ ºÎÀÚ°¡ µÅ, °æÂûÀº ³» »çÁøÀ» È®ÀÎÇßÁö¸¸ But I still supplied, some people I knew died ±×·¡µµ ÆÈ¾Ò³×, ³»°¡ ¾Æ´Â ¸î¸îÀº Á×¾ú¾î Murders and homicides for bottles of suicide »ìÀÎ ÇàÀ§¿Í ÀÚ»ì Money, jewelry, livin like a star µ·, º¸¼®, ½ºÅ¸Ã³·³ »ç´Â °Í And I wasn't too far from a Jaguar car Jaguar Â÷¿¡¼µµ ±×¸® ¸ÖÁö ¾Ê¾ÒÁö In a small-time casino, the town's Al Pacino Àá±ñ Ä«Áö³ë¸¦ Çϸé, ±× µµ½Ã´Â Al Pacino¸¦ ¸ÂÀÌÇÑ ¼À For all of the girls, the pretty boy Valentino ¸ðµç ¿©Àڵ鿡°Õ, Àß »ý±ä Valentino·Î I shot up stores and I kicked down doors °¡°Ô¿¡ ÃÑÀ» ½î°í ¹®À» ¹ß·Î Â÷°í Collecting scars from little neighborhood wars ÀÌ·±Àú·± ÀüÀïÀ¸·Î »óó¸¦ ¾ò¾úÁö Many legs I broke, many necks I choked ¸¹Àº ´Ù¸®¸¦ ºÎ·¯¶ß¸®°í, ¸¹Àº ¸ñÀ» Á¶¸£°í And if provoked I let the pistol smoke µµ¹ß´çÇÏ¸é ±ÇÃÑ¿¡¼ ¿¬±â°¡ ³µ¾î Loyal members in a crew now down with the game Å©·çÀÇ Ãæ¼º½º·± ¸â¹ö°¡ ÀÌÁ¨ °ÔÀÓ¿¡ ÇÕ·ùÇØ Sellin nickels and dimes, sunshine or rain ÇØ°¡ ºñÄ¡µç ºñ°¡ ¿Àµç ¹°°ÇµéÀ» ÆÈ¾Æ What I had was bad from my shoes to my pad ³ ½Å¹ß¿¡¼ Á¾À̱îÁö ´Ù ³·Àº ǰÁúÀ̾úÁö In the first time in my life loanin money to dad óÀ½¿¡´Â ¾ÆºüÇÑÅ× µ·À» ºô¸®±âµµ ÇßÀ¸´Ï±î Now the table's turned and my lifestyle switches ÀÌÁ¦ »óȲÀº ¿ªÀüµÅ ³» »îÀÇ ¹æ½ÄÀº º¯Çß¾î My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches ³» À̸§Àº Kool G Rap, ºÎ±Í¸¦ ÇâÇÑ ±æÀ» °È´Â ÁßÀÌ¾ß Verse Three: ?A thug a-mugs? for drugs, he eventually bugs ¸¶¾à¿¡ ÃëÇÑ thug, ±×´Â °á±¹ Ä«ÆêÀ̳ª Lookin for crack on carpets and rugs ¾çźÀÚ¿¡¼ ÄÚÄ«ÀÎÀ» ã°Ô µÇÁö ?The squealers tells? but the dealer still sells ¹Ð°íÀÎÀº ¾îµð³ª ÀÖÁö¸¸ ¸Å»óÀº °è¼Ó ¿Ã¶ó Little spoiled kids inheritin oil wells ±â¸§ ¿ì¹°À» ¹°·Á¹ÞÀº(?) À߸ø Ű¿î ¾ÆÀÌ I was the type on the opposite side ³ª´Â ¸¶¸®È³ª¸¦ ÇÇ´Â À̵é°ú´Â Of smokin the pipe, in a beef I got hype ¹Ý´ëÂÊÀ̾úÁö, ½Î¿ï ¶© ÈïºÐÇØ Cos rags to riches switches men to witches º¶ôºÎÀÚ°¡ µÇ´Â °Ç »ç¶÷À» ¸¶³à·Î ¹Ù²ã³õ°Åµç Become stitches, body bags in ditches ÇǺΰ¡ Âõ¾îÁö°í, ½Ãü°¡ Çϼö±¸¿¡ ¹ö·ÁÁö°í Bloodshed, I painted the town red Çǰ¡ Èê·¯, µµ½Ã¸¦ »¡°À¸·Î Ä¥Çß³× People fled as I put a dread's head to bed ³»°¡ »ó´ë¸¦ ħ´ë¿¡ ´¯Èú ¶§ ¸ðµÎµé µµ¸ÁÃÆ³× That mean's dead, in other words deceased ±×»õ³¤ Á×¾ú¾î, ´Ù¸¥ ¸»·Î »ç¸ÁÇß¾î Face got erased, bullets got released ¾ó±¼Àº Áö¿öÁö°í, ÃѾËÀº ³¯¾Æ°¬¾î Bombs were planted, the kids were kidnapped ÆøÅºÀº ¼³Ä¡µÇ¾ú°í, ¾ÆÀ̵éÀº ³³Ä¡µÇ¾ú°í In fact that was a way to get back »ç½Ç ±×°Ç µ·À» »©¾ÑÀ¸·Á´Â At enemies who tried to clock G's Àûµé¿¡°Ô º¹¼öÇϱâ À§ÇÑ ¹æ¹ýÀ̾ú¾î on my block, now they forever knock Z's ÀÌÁ¦ ±×µéÀº ¿µ¿øÈ÷ ¾àÀ̳ª ¸Ô°í »ì°É(?) Plans of rampages went for ages ³µ¿À» ºÎ¸®·Á´Â °èȹÀº ¸î ³âÀ» °¬Áö Some got knocked and locked inside cages ¸î¸îÀº ¾²·¯Áö°í °¨¿Á¿¡ °¤Çû°í Some bit the dust for crumbs and crusts ¸î¸îÀº »§Á¶°¢ ¾Õ¿¡¼ ¹Ù´Ú¿¡ µß±¼¾ú¾î In God We Trust, now rots to rust ¿ì¸®°¡ ¹Ï´Â ½Å ¾Æ·¡, ¿ì¸° ½â°í ³ì½½¾î°¡ Plus caps to cops, policeman drops °æÂû¿¡°Ôµµ ÃÑÀ» ½÷, ¾²·¯¶ß¸®Áö You blew off his top when the pistol went pop ÃѼҸ®°¡ ³µÀ» ¶§ ±×ÀÇ ¸Ó¸®°¡ »ç¶óÁö´Â°Å¾ß Troopers, soldiers, rollin like boulders ±º´ë, ±ºÀÎ, ¹ÙÀµ¹Ã³·³ ±¼·¯¿Í Eyes of hate and their hearts get colder Áõ¿ÀÀÇ ´«ºû°ú Â÷°¡¿öÁö´Â ½ÉÀå Some young male put in jail ¸î¸î ÀþÀºÀÌ´Â °¨¿Á¿¡ °¤Çô His lawyer so good his bail is on sale ±×ÀÇ º¯È£»ç´Â ½Ç·ÂÀÌ ÁÁ¾Æ º¸¼®±Ýµµ ±ð´õ±º Lookin at the hourglass, how long can this power last? ¸ð·¡½Ã°è¸¦ º¸³×, ÀÌ ÈûÀº ¾ðÁ¦±îÁö ³²À»±î? Longer than my song but he already fell ¾î¼¸é ³» ³ë·¡º¸´Ù ±æ°ÚÁö, Ç㳪 ±×´Â ÀÌ¹Ì ¾²·¯Á³´Â°É He likes to eat hardy, party ±×´Â ¸Ô´Â °Í°ú ÆÄƼÇÏ´Â °ÍÀ» ÁÁ¾ÆÇϰí Be like John Gotti, and drive a Maserati John Gottió·³ ÇൿÇϰí Maserati¸¦ ¸ô¾Æ Rough in the ghetto, but in jail he's Jello °ÔÅä¿¡¼± °ÅÄ¥Áö¸¸ °¨¿Á¿¡¼± Á©¸® °°Áö Mellow, yellow fellow, tell or hell, hello ºÎµå·´°í, ¾ó±¼ÀÌ ³ë·¡, ¸»Çϰųª Áö¿Á(?), ¾È³ç One court date can turn an outlaw to an inmate ´Ü ÇÑ ¹øÀÇ ÀçÆÇÀÌ ¹«¹ýÀÚ¸¦ Åõ¿ÁÀÎÀ¸·Î ¹Ù²Ü ¼ö ÀÖ¾î But just ?stay?, ship him upstate by the Great Lakes ÇÏÁö¸¸ ÀÏ´Ü ÀÖ¾îºÁ, Great Lakes·Î ±×¸¦ º¸³» And than a-wait and wait and wait ±×´ÙÀ½¿£ ±â´Ù·Á, ±â´Ù·Á, ±â´Ù·Á Til he breaks, that's all it takes ±×°¡ ºÎ¼Áú ¶§±îÁö, ±×°Å¸é µÇÁö So he fakes to be a man, but he can't stand »ç³ªÀÌÀΠô ÇßÁö¸¸ ´õ´Â ÂüÀ» ¼ö ¾ø´Â °Í On his own two feet because now he's in a new land »õ·Î¿î ¶¥¿¡ ¿Ô±â¿¡ µÎ ¹ß·Î ¼³ ¼ö ¾ø´Â °Í Rules are different and so is life ±ÔÄ¢µµ »îµµ ¸ðµÎ ¹Ù²î¾î¹ö·È¾î When you think with a shank, talk with a knife ƯÈ÷ »ý°¢Àº ¾È Çϰí, Ä®·Î ¾ê±â¸¦ ÇÒ ¶§ ±×·¡ Not my lifestyle so I made a U-turn ³» ½ºÅ¸ÀÏÀº ±×°Ô ¾Æ´Ï±â¿¡ À¯ÅÏÀ» Çß¾î More money I earn, more money to burn ´õ ¸¹Àº µ·À» ¹ú°í, ´õ ¸¹Àº µ·À» Å¿ö Pushin all buttons, pullin all switches ¹öưÀ» ¸ðµÎ ´©¸£°í, ½ºÀ§Ä¡¸¦ ¸ðµÎ ´ç±â´Â *µÎ ¹®Àå ´Ù ´ëÃæ "Á¶°ÇÀ» ¸ðµÎ ¸¸Á·½ÃŰ´Â" ÀÌ·± ¶æÀÔ´Ï´Ùa My name is G. Rap, I'm on the road to the riches ³» À̸§Àº G. Rap, ºÎ±Í¸¦ ÇâÇÑ ±æÀ» °È´Â ÁßÀÌ¾ß |
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