Story Behind The Song
The tragedy of this segment of our society is illustrated in my song. Whether it's root cause is environment or heredity, it will continue to be a plague and needs to be addressed.
Song Description
The singer is a player in the misfits of urban Chicago. He is a lost boy from a dysfunctional, all too typical home. He's uneducated and has found haven with the criminals. There's no future, other than surviving in the way of a predator.
| Song Length |
3:48 |
Genre |
Rap - Hip Hop |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Restless, Troubled |
Subject |
Violence, Failure |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Go Rattlin'
I. Sippin' on a Colt 45. We're gonna get high tonight.
Prowlin' in th' streets 'til dawn. We're spoilin' for a fight.
Catch a tourist who is lost. He will pay th' price.
We'll jack his car, bump him off and violate his wife. Say, yeah, yeah, mo' fo', mo' fo'. Yeah, yeah, mo' fo'. Yeah, yeah, mo' fo', mo' fo'. Yeah, yeah, mo' fo'.
(Chorus)
Bullets in th' chamber. Go rattlin'. Go rattlin'.
Every night is our night. Shit happens. Shit happens.
Roll out th' bed Chicago thug. Dumber is as dumber does.
Gotta show yo' colors cuz... we go rattlin', go rattlin', go rattlin', go rattlin'.
(Turnaround)
II. Mama says I sho' look like th' President's nigga son.
She didn't know my daddy's name. Chance is he's th' one.
Called up all my posse on my gov'ment, cheap-ass phone.
We're gonna rob a liquor sto', then party with some ho's. Yeah, yeah, mo' fo', mo' fo'. Yeah, yeah, mo' fo'. Yeah, yeah, mo' fo', mo' fo'. Yeah, yeah, mo' fo'.
(Chorus II)
Little boy, come over here. No tattlin'. No tattlin'.
You din' seen th' brothers take some action. Some action.
Close yo' eyes, cover up yo' ears... or we'll make yo' mama cry some tears.
Gotta show yo' colors cuz... we go rattlin', go rattlin', go rattlin', go rattlin'.
(Turnaround)
III. Locked up in th' county jail, conspirin' with my peeps.
We'll make bail in nothin' flat and then we'll hit th' streets.
Cruise th' hood and pop a cap in that little nigga's ass.
He shoulda kept his big mouth shut. Ain't sorry he done passed. Yeah, yeah, mo' fo', mo' fo'. Yeah, yeah, mo' fo'. Yeah, yeah, mo' fo', mo' fo'. Yeah, yeah, mo' fo'.
(Chorus)
Bullets in th' chamber. Go rattlin'. Go rattlin'.
Every night is our night. Shit happens. Shit happens.
Roll out th' bed Chicago thugs. Dumber is as dumber does.
Gotta show yo' colors cuz... we go rattlin', go rattlin', go rattlin'.
(Tag)
Go rattlin'. Go rattlin'. Go rattlin'. Go rattlin'.
Go rattlin'. Go rattlin'. Go rattlin'. Go rattlin'.
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