Lyrics:
the shaders
Live from the cracks of the concrete
12 try to take a nigga off the street
Make the gun sound now for Mike Brown
Take a nigga life when you
the driveway
One of the homies got slayed so we bang at the King parade
I can take you spots where gangsters walk
Where real damus and locs, Boyz N the Hood
the dog in the sandlot
King of the rose Im the n***a with dem lamb chops
Ready to explode like shaking up a can pop
Puffy send a n***a for the cake then
promise i won't fold
We've been holdin' hands at the mall, you know we bold
I'ma gun him down, do what i'm told
She my life n' soul
Gotta protect my
him alone
Tired of niggas actin reckless
I put shit in control
You niggas bitches
You really needa leave it alone
Ima uncrowned king i got the key
the life that we live in
Resolution is he trippin don't judge no one by there pass
S**t if you love em
Tell em cause the time is really ticking d***
I don't
and a t-shirt, god fearing down to earth,
Cowgirl
I'm into old rock n roll
Life on a dirt road
Staying young, and picking this guitar
I'm rough around
you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year, come on
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy,
the lord in my Maro
N***a I just see me in the mirror
Life a gamble the fuck is you scared of
I feel sorry if they don't prepared ya
And I mean it so
you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year, come on
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy,
He say he got the gun up in the back
Sunroof top
He know he my baby, but I swear he drive me crazy
Cause he be acting reckless
I be worried bout his
of a ocean devotion cause I'm
The earth, wind, and fire
Of hip hop, by Rakim and Short, I been inspired
My shit knocks environ---ments
Of cats with seventeen's
the New York to Texas connection
Nothing but some real shit, what y'all expected
Spaz out, some times dreaming, think I'm awoke
Harsh realities of life
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
is life on the streets
All we got is life on the streets
Rock, you know my era
Be-boy seasoning, salt-n-pepa
Grown and sexy, come with the extra
til' the rats wanna check this
Reckless, born treacherous warn specialist
Especially if you rest next to me
N**** come testin' me, you get the gun recipe
a high tech satellite
I was live'n so high, reckless
Sorry homeboy, you can't even touch this
Up all night, your girl up on the phone
"Like yo Tan, I be
the N9na so intricate (intricate)
And his life is seemin' so infinite (infinite)
They call him a demon when he steadily feedin' the needs and be keepin' it
station, where you get your gas.
Then there's Dixie Rose Deluxe's,
Honky Tonk, Feed Store, Gun Shop, Used Car,
Beer, Bait, Barbecue, Barber Shop, Laundromat.
Why you look confused motherfucker? This is war
Yeah nigga, uh, yeah nigga
Yeah nigga, uh, yeah nigga, uh
Yeah nigga
Bust my gun all by myself
of a ocean, devotion 'cause I'm
The Earth, Wind, and Fire of hip hop
By Rakim and Short I been inspired
My shit knocks environ---ments
Of cats wit seventeen's
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
Pop a jigga and a n**** like a sweet tart
You got guns little n**** but you still a sweetheart
Yo b**** look ruffer than some mutha f****** tree bark
calls the fighter
Sold my rights to tinseltown
Trading arms for battle
By the way this is kapt'n k.
Calling from seattle
Ignoramus
Dimwit idiot
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