Teksty:
Stiff Little Fingers No More Of That

we never get no say They have to have it all their way Oh, we want no more of that You can't push us under the mat Oh we want no more of that The man

get no say They have to have it all their way [Chorus:] Oh, we want no more of that You can't poush us under the mat Oh we want no more of that The

're stuck in my so hood So whatcha gonna do now? Being the hunted one is no fun Here I come son, yo I think you better run Better run more, and move a little

good old two step, the classic head nod The thirsty iced grill, who wants to get robbed? That was the energy in the club, on the real That was the energy that

of the night There's a man with rifle and Johnny in his sight, I said oh no, we can't let that kind of thing happen here no more Oh no Johnny, Johnny

Now i'm a little bit older I'm expected to accept all the things that I can't change I'm supposed to stand aside While the fairness you can't hide is

You're stuck in my hood, so what ya gonna do now? Being the hunted one is no fun Here I come son Yo I think you better run Better run more, and move a little

man got hit, he's layin on the pavement stiff Blood drippin from his face and he drownin in it Now what a surprise that little Ant can't come around That

?t test a single member that's within our clique. I'll bring it to you right now but you don't really want it. I'm born to the sauce that make ya heart