Lyrics:
Bronx Dale
Rose Dale, Academy, Lafeyette, Cozy
I'm on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my man
On the East side of town with a blunt in my hand
Triple D, that Texas trill
Pleasant Grove, that Texas trill, Oak Cliff
That Texas trill
West Dallas, that Texas trill, East Dallas
That Texas trill
North
have been made
Police say this is a nationwide trend
With similar incidents occurring in Texas, Michigan, and Oklahoma
"If it can happen here, it
driveby shootings
have migrated into East St. Louis
Leaving three dead and two others injured
No arrests have been made
Police say this is
give me two yellow bones with cute faces
Gotta be backing up or be basic
TV screens is looking like Matrix
Cars so fast the police can't chase it
Ready
Richardson with a look at how this horrible night Last night unfolded
The Richardson police chief said because they have So many officers involved
injured
No arrests have been made
Police say this is a nationwide trend
With similar incidents occurring in Texas, Michigan, and Oklahoma
(female
[Damon Albarn:]
Some stories told in London Town,
From the east and the west we come,
And we'll all feel better tomorrow,
When the lord does come.
Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day
Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line
'Cross the desert sands they
Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day
Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line
'Cross the desert sands they roll,
It's Floetic baby
Texas Made bitch
Yeah
Let's Go
Straight out of east side
Waco, Texas bitch
I'm reppin' till I die
Ride by
Lakeshore down to 1-Eight
Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day
Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line
'Cross the desert sands they roll,
Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day
Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line
'Cross the desert sands they
Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day
Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line
'Cross the desert sands they roll,
Bum meatbrain rocking, pull up to my block
Gun steakhead cocking, pop it meatbrain dropped
I be on that Lochness
Deadly steakhead lowkey
Police get
police
Ready to run dope from here to the Middle East
And call me Mr. Paul
Cause I be smokin muthafuckas like Steven Seagal
Mr. Killa, the ghetto
police
Ready to run dope from here to the Middle East
And call me Mr. Paul
Cause I be smokin muthafuckas like Steven Seagal
Mr. Killa, the ghetto
in the hood that what force us in fatality
Some see abortion as brutality
But don't care if the police force academy leave me a corpse in a casualty
Lots of folks back East, they say
Is leavin' home every day
Beatin' the hot old dusty way
To the California line
'Cross the desert sands they roll
California you gots to get yours on
A real East Side Story
I'm talkin Compton and Watts, for thyne is the glory
A tale of two cities where it's non-stop drama
And you can call them freaks
But with them you don't speak
You just post on your IG
Pics with celebrities
Po-po on duty
For brutality
Karen crying to police
body Benz speeding pass police
I remember getting sent to the Academy
My nigga
Shooting on the news turn to channel 3
Like what's up
I'm about to get it
of the past
(Of the past)
Some days were bliss
(Days of bliss)
Days of misdemeanor
(Misdemeanor)
One year south of Pasadena
(Pasadena)
Then further east
Eazy-E
Pillow talkin' niggas with audacity, too
Police vibes, shoulda went to the academy, too
If they ain't standin' tall with me, fuck my family, too
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