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  • 作曲 : Anderson, Ludlum
    Um...I know I don't know you or nothin but can you just bump my *******t?

    You was just a young girl when you got turned out
    Sneakin out the window of ya mother's house, no doubt
    Just to mash off in a drop-top Impalla
    Under *******nin stars wit the ****** who clockin dollar's
    You was thinkin you was really gon run game
    Wait two weeks to give it up and feel no pain
    Babygirl, you picked the wrong balla
    He was raised by mack's and pimps, model let him follow
    ******s break ******es in the streets of the "O"
    You was thinkin you was different cause he told you so
    Just knowin you in love, would'nt listen to a thing
    It's followed by the danger's that this thug life brings
    He gave you clothes and rings, moved you out the crib
    Put his dough up in yo closet, taught you how to live
    But when 5-0 raided, he wasn't no where around
    Now you doin hard time, rockin a felony crown

    Girlfriend sistagirl, you a precious queen
    In a twisted world
    Lookin for love, in all the wrong places
    Givin up things that can't be replaced
    Girlfriend sistagirl, you are the mother of the world
    He'll break you down, he'll make you cry
    You were born to sing, and you were made to fly

    Manifested on this earth as a heavenly angel
    Found the blocks you own, make life dark and tangled
    Small sacrifices, repented in church
    Halfway down the block, rollin up ya skirt
    Hide some of these factor's off by glass and baggy's
    As the one you always wanted, roll by and floss caddy's
    You never gave a damn bout rules and regulations
    Hard livin mixed wit swoll eyes, and??????
    So a way out, that's all you ever wanted
    So while the whole hood judged, you ****** and flaunted
    It hurt you every time, made you scream
    And silence of ghetto blocks, fled yo dreams
    Still, I know you prayed every night
    Whisperin to god for a new life
    But the light was too bright, in a far off distance
    Fingerpainted with ya tears and destroyed false listens

    Aye you ma?You from a regular home
    Live at least ten blocks from a drug zone
    Got green grass, and shady tree's
    No need to ask why, smile and say please
    Got ya daddy's car, and ya mother's indictions
    Rather give up ass to thugs and argue in the kitchen
    Break out, in a mad bash for freedom
    Hang yo world up and try to keep breathin
    You see them on the outside, quote in the interior
    So when the guns blast you can see clearer
    In the mirror, it's dream past shatter
    You makin love to the streets like ya life don't matter
    Still you cry, challenge suicide
    Let ya hair fly on the 6-95
    Ready to crash, for the love of the game
    Believe it on the next life, it's all the same

  • [00:00.000] 作曲 : Anderson, Ludlum
    [00:00.00]Um...I know I don't know you or nothin but can you just bump my *******t?
    [00:16.52]
    [00:21.83]You was just a young girl when you got turned out
    [00:25.94]Sneakin out the window of ya mother's house, no doubt
    [00:28.39]Just to mash off in a drop-top Impalla
    [00:30.94]Under *******nin stars wit the ****** who clockin dollar's
    [00:33.55]You was thinkin you was really gon run game
    [00:35.86]Wait two weeks to give it up and feel no pain
    [00:38.56]Babygirl, you picked the wrong balla
    [00:41.17]He was raised by mack's and pimps, model let him follow
    [00:43.68]******s break ******es in the streets of the "O"
    [00:46.13]You was thinkin you was different cause he told you so
    [00:48.64]Just knowin you in love, would'nt listen to a thing
    [00:51.39]It's followed by the danger's that this thug life brings
    [00:53.86]He gave you clothes and rings, moved you out the crib
    [00:56.57]Put his dough up in yo closet, taught you how to live
    [00:58.88]But when 5-0 raided, he wasn't no where around
    [01:01.39]Now you doin hard time, rockin a felony crown
    [01:03.99]
    [03:07.23][02:05.94][01:04.55]Girlfriend sistagirl, you a precious queen
    [03:10.18][02:09.16][01:07.98]In a twisted world
    [03:11.49][02:10.47][01:09.25]Lookin for love, in all the wrong places
    [03:13.96][02:13.07][01:11.90]Givin up things that can't be replaced
    [03:17.07][02:15.62][01:14.47]Girlfriend sistagirl, you are the mother of the world
    [03:21.78][02:20.78][01:19.52]He'll break you down, he'll make you cry
    [03:24.19][02:23.25][01:21.96]You were born to sing, and you were made to fly
    [01:24.60]
    [01:25.01]Manifested on this earth as a heavenly angel
    [01:27.11]Found the blocks you own, make life dark and tangled
    [01:29.93]Small sacrifices, repented in church
    [01:32.29]Halfway down the block, rollin up ya skirt
    [01:34.90]Hide some of these factor's off by glass and baggy's
    [01:37.34]As the one you always wanted, roll by and floss caddy's
    [01:39.95]You never gave a damn bout rules and regulations
    [01:42.46]Hard livin mixed wit swoll eyes, and??????
    [01:44.67]So a way out, that's all you ever wanted
    [01:47.91]So while the whole hood judged, you ****** and flaunted
    [01:50.16]It hurt you every time, made you scream
    [01:52.72]And silence of ghetto blocks, fled yo dreams
    [01:54.98]Still, I know you prayed every night
    [01:57.74]Whisperin to god for a new life
    [01:59.86]But the light was too bright, in a far off distance
    [02:02.70]Fingerpainted with ya tears and destroyed false listens
    [02:26.01]
    [02:26.41]Aye you ma?You from a regular home
    [02:28.45]Live at least ten blocks from a drug zone
    [02:30.61]Got green grass, and shady tree's
    [02:32.97]No need to ask why, smile and say please
    [02:35.97]Got ya daddy's car, and ya mother's indictions
    [02:38.72]Rather give up ass to thugs and argue in the kitchen
    [02:41.07]Break out, in a mad bash for freedom
    [02:43.73]Hang yo world up and try to keep breathin
    [02:46.28]You see them on the outside, quote in the interior
    [02:48.85]So when the guns blast you can see clearer
    [02:51.20]In the mirror, it's dream past shatter
    [02:53.95]You makin love to the streets like ya life don't matter
    [02:56.42]Still you cry, challenge suicide
    [02:58.87]Let ya hair fly on the 6-95
    [03:01.43]Ready to crash, for the love of the game
    [03:03.73]Believe it on the next life, it's all the same
    [03:29.77]