Lyrics:
cost a fee
Hurry up catch a bus start a shift at three
Picture me at your neighborhood KFC
Ain't where I wanna be but c'est la vie (C'est la vie)
What I
the bare lions lair for the taking dough Raking
Your debts aren't forsaken
It's a tough spot grown in a tough neighborhood
No code for the Youth who are
Yeah let's get it lets go
Triple six seven eighty-five I feel I live in the middle of nowhere
Yellow tape around the neighborhood, I got a feeling
food stamps Nowadays I roll around with a few bands
I was raised by a neighborhood banger She told me get money and bust on a stranger
One time rest in
I've been on the truck for 51 years.
My only friend is the A.M. radio.
Sometimes the neighborhood children stop by,
But it's always rocks and beer
It’s a white man’s game
Gotta lace up your shoes
Gotta button up your shirt
Gotta play it by the rules
You don’t wanna make the news
It’s
Hmm
New Patek on my wrist
White diamonds, them shits hit pink
I'm ready
New Patek on my wrist (yeah)
White diamonds and them shits hit pink
on the fence like Tom Sawyer
The trauma’s raw
Suicide by a cop on the corridor
And the neighborhood watch talking about getting involved
Might get shot by
Bankrupt L.A.'s streetcar line
So people pay more to drive
Plant strategic freeways
To divide neighborhoods by color lines
We'd rather pay for riot
used to be a working class community
Before rich white men came to conquer it
Now they're gonna smoke all us out
There goes our neighborhood
All
me so much when thinking about it
Fuck me so much when thinking about it
I now know ? What colors are now
Black and white
The white is not like white
Teachin' folks things
Make sure you know what you're saying
Older folks in our neighborhood
Got plenty of know-how
Remember, if it wasn't for them
You
In every little town and village too
Somewhere in the neighborhood
You'll find a little band of ladies who
Can't stop doing good
Good for
In every little town and village too
Somewhere in the neighborhood
You'll find a little band of ladies who
Can't stop doing good
Good for
Listen up here's a tale about a white kid
That had to make some cash
Dropped out of school ain't never went to class
Sold a little grass, robbed
Oh the great white tribe were 300,000 strong
Just a drop in the ocean of the world's mighty throng
And under the sun of an African land
Barefoot
white (great white)
Brewed up a potion, these niggas gon' bite (gon' bite, grr)
I'm really poppin', they think that I write (think that I write)
Bitch,
the one gives them their shit
Percocet in a gas station stall
Cocaine by the neighborhood mall
Meth under the steps in the fall
Great influence from you all
the one gives them their shit
Percocet in a gas station stall
Cocaine by the neighborhood mall
Meth under the steps in the fall
Great influence from you all
Down in the alleys
Past the old neighborhoods
(And he's got) so far to travel
And the hour is late
But it's out of the darkness
When he makes his great
you scared to hustle
Oh well, really yeah, name ringing bells (yeah)
And my neighborhood supplier just got out the Feds
I'm pissing clean for my
to meet this white bitch, her name was Tammy
She lived in the Valley, she couldn't understand me
But she let me dig out, her homegirl named Brandi
Now
Big bucks, no whammies
I had to meet this white bitch, her name was Tammy
She lived in the Valley, she couldn't understand me
But she let me dig out,
think that I’m stupid
You wanna run game?
Watch me turn into Cupid
I make em fall in Love one by one cause I ain’t dumb
Your old niggas I ain’t them
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