Search results for 'Community Traffic Safety Teams'

skrrt) ice on arms (ice, ice)
Shit go bad, like it's L.A. traffic, yeah
Crushin' down Addy, yeah, bustin' out plastic (yeah!)

Huncho
Basic, basic,

Ensuring safety without any mine
Dedicated team making it divine
This Kujira blockchain so refined
Kujira, our stake is strong
Guardian of the data that

of the greatest worldwide team
Theft beyond trading
The ghost of America, America

Good community, new physical families, official friends, democratic assets

Slow Motion Riot

98 Mute

Slow Motion Riot

2000

traffic

Starving to death on a Quaalude diet
Living in a Slow Motion Riot
Concisness it has been gagged and bound
Better make your last confession

A decision was made that would crush communities 
To them your just traffic, in the wrong demographic And there's no-one wants to wage middle aged, feather

(Iriscience)
You can use cash for tools, to get parks and pools
Community centers, rec rooms and schools
Book money, off the books and food money
Rent money,

Meet up with team
We gone take over the streets
This is bikelife
Loud pipes
Rippin up the gravel
Even night time
Side ways drifting through the traffic
I

kids and they can't find a job
So a community safety team
Finds out what they need
And they help them find a good job
And they apologize and pay you back

GO!
Rap shit rap pity spit
Rap shit on our rap shit
With the team with ratchets
Screw loose need a mechanic
Rap shit on our rap shit
The day after

(Like givin' back to the community?)
He in the mound with pounds of dope
(Oh shit I see what you mean, boy
You glowed up)
She got the mouth and a throat

share with you a couple different sides of me
And their the real reason
Safety resonates inside of me
The real pride for me is being with my family
Cause

descriptions of the enemy
And if you don't know
They all look like me
Entire community being gentrified
I had to train myself not to run and hide or I’ll look

baby
Chained in the attic for y’alls safety
Steak tossed in that cage daily
She raised the gate the same day turned 18
Ay now I’m always the away team

the whole team gravy Money long b**** they payed me 
Put my city on 318 the Ratchet baby i clutch in traffic b**** i let you have it a GBABY

Keep my rod off

VERSE 1:

The golden rule nigga don't get caught/The team moves by the speed of the boss you hear me talkin' to you/One in the chamber & the safety

the books then Friday light stage
Teammates giving me looks
Haven't seen me in days
Community raised
Community college young aged
Classes with adults babies

and I just popped 3 pills
I don't know which one's which or what it's for
Safety ain't really a habit I've formed
I still smoke to the cigarette butt

switch
Unlike ya team
We never quit
Ain't gone act you don't fit the script
And im all about unity
But to keep it real
Only the real in my community

I am not Jesus
I am but a humble follower and servant of the community
If there's anything I do
Is get jiggy
All my life
I been hustling for real
So

Who the dream team
This a stoked mob thing
We popping out and now you got your eyes glued to the screen
It's steady buffering
Check your connection

to book my nigga like he devin

Safety come first we gone clutch on this tool and my nigga don't care if they do got a felon

Fine lil junt beat it up from

season, shit I love it lately been on reaper flow
Euro step through the traffic I don't like stepping on toes
Shit get windy, fuck it though, cnd-One

you mean like investin'? Like givin' back to the community?)
He in the mound with pounds of dope
(Oh shit, I see what you mean, boy, you hell)
She

they keep passing up
Every time somebody from community shouts unity
For gangs or mobs
Who bask in fiscal hubris things
Yet war over colors or turf