Lyrics:
Raised by thugs, schooled by killers
I learned mathematics from big-time dealers
So now them busters love to
See a nigga falling cocked the Glock
in the mornin'
And the party's still goin'
Bass still knockin', Pimp Juice still flowin'
'Tics in the back
You can smell the chronic blowin'
I got
Idos de la Mente
by adan sanchez
los dos estamos idos de la mente
desde que nos queremos desde que nos amamos
estamos casi locos de remate de tanto
So I could tell you about it
I knew it when I stole her book from a box full
That was taken away
By our new landlord
I stayed up all night reading
allí
siempre
sólo que no las veía
Nunca las vi.
© 2020 Pamela Rahn Sánchez, from El radio de pilas y otros poemas, Fondo Editorial Fundarte. All
Know why I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law
Try to play me 'cause I'm rappin', I will break yo' jaw
Catch a nigga in these streets, make you
it tight
What a pity what a sight
And hella Chronic all damn night
Got the weed it got me kinda feelin' so high
Hennessy got a brother so feelin'
to ride
To keep the heater right by her side
[Eve]
Ah-yo so what the deal dogg tell me keep it real dogg
N****z seem to the brain how you feel dogg
as you die you now want to live.
[backing vokills by the choir of the damned featuring Dave Otero of
Serberus, Dirk Trujillo of Evulsion, Ron
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
the chronic by the tree
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
remember who they are
[Verse 2 - K-Rino]
Listen, in high school with the females, I was rarely selected
I got rejected by the ones the damn nerds rejected
I got the chronic by the tree, 'cause
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player
I love it when you
noise
You know who runs the blocks round here
[Kurupt]
Psychosomatic, automatic static
Catatonic, supersonic, bubonic chronic addict
Astrononimcal
Tylko Ty trzymałeś mój uśmiech na dłoni
Tylko Ty, jak nikt
Tylko Ty poszedłeś za mną, by mnie chronić
Tylko Ty, jak nikt
Ukrywam się, by nikt nie
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
By the time you hear this I will have already spiraled up
I would never do nothing to let you
'round half dead
Head down, K-blasted off of Hennessy and Thai
Chronic, mixed in, now I'm twisted, blistered and high
Visions of me, thug-livin',
'round half dead
Head down, K-blasted off of Hennessy and Thai
Chronic, mixed in, now I'm twisted, blistered and high
Visions of me, thug-livin',
Hut for them hardcore thugs
Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main
$Hort Dawg, I
Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G
I put my key, you put your key in, money we'll be seein'
Will reach
Creepin' down the back street on these
I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga
Niepotrzebne problemy by czuć stress sam zobacz
Nie potrzebuję ziemi by stać na własnych nogach
Nie muszę mieć wroga by chronić wciąż najbliższych
Jak i zbędny
a Nigga could switch so quick from wearin lipstick
to smokin on Chronic at picnics, and now ya think yer bigger
but to me you ain't nothin but a bitch ass
I body your man
Do a drive by on you live with a body cam
Fucking with Feddie then count your bread and your blessings
Fuck over Feddie, they find
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