作词 : Eric Kaiser 作曲 : Eric Kaiser (talking:) Yeah, your boy K-Rino man I got love, for ery'body But I'ma tell y'all, a little some'ing Bout where I come from, listen (Hook:) I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood K-Rino, South Park Coalition I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood It don't matter where you from, if you real it's all good I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood K-Rino, South Park Coalition I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood Esperad's or King Scape, Orleans Summerwood (K-Rino:) I represent one of the realest hoods, that you'll see Where we sleep a hour a day, and hustle for 23 When it's plex we don't get mad, we just get even And if paper ain't on your mind, you must not be breathing We ain't tripping spring fall, summer winter we grind And police, be hating ninety-nine percent of the time You can find what you need, pills **** or powder And bring your gal around these playas, you might leave without her If it's some dirt to get done, we done already did it In whatever way it can get got, that's how we gon get it Matter fact was in the back, but we earn the lead We learned how to throw them thangs, before we learned to read Don't slip, or you could lose a ride that you just got Might get cussed out, by a lil' mama posted up at the bus stop We'll click up, but we don't mind standing alone And don't come here on vacation, cause you might not make it home (Hook) (K-Rino:) You got a pistol and you broke, all you need is a mask Got a car some conversation, then it's easy to smash Grind for 26-9, chunking G's in a stash You come around here acting hard, we put them beads on your ass Use to skip school, to pick up street knowledge from G's Making millions, without diplomas or college degrees Everyday some gun fire, penetrated the air You might get set up by the same chick, that braided your hair If you know about some dirt, then you bet not tell it The whole hood is like a Flea Market, you need it we sell it Put a stunt behind some paper, you might get hid If we don't know you and you come around, you might get slid Young hustlers trying to get it, cooking work in the kitchen And if the police is your partnas, then you must be snitching 95 percent, of my hood ain't no punk Can buy some clothes or c.d.'s, and some **** out the same trunk (Hook) (K-Rino:) Every man for his self, don't expect no favors The **** dealer and the preacher, might be next do' neighbors It ain't hard to get swallowed up, your girl'll get jacked One day she innocent, and the next day she working the track You ain't got no real stripes, if you bringing in mail And you ain't sending in no paper, to your homies in jail They say you ain't promised tomorrow, it's worse where I'm from If it's twelve o'clock, you ain't promised twelve-o-one We ain't tripping on your money, we ain't tripping on your ride We ain't trying to knock your hustle, we ain't plexing with your side We ain't hating on your come up, we just trying to make our own And ain't gon let no out-of-towners, disrespect us in our zone Run the streets all night, bust without no warning Hit the club the after hours, and then church the next morning Haters dissing our region, like we some newcomers If you don't likes us then you leave us, stop trying to eat from us (Hook) ( Raised In The Dead End
作词 : Eric Kaiser 作曲 : Eric Kaiser (talking:) Yeah, your boy K-Rino man I got love, for ery'body But I'ma tell y'all, a little some'ing Bout where I come from, listen (Hook:) I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood K-Rino, South Park Coalition I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood It don't matter where you from, if you real it's all good I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood K-Rino, South Park Coalition I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood Esperad's or King Scape, Orleans Summerwood (K-Rino:) I represent one of the realest hoods, that you'll see Where we sleep a hour a day, and hustle for 23 When it's plex we don't get mad, we just get even And if paper ain't on your mind, you must not be breathing We ain't tripping spring fall, summer winter we grind And police, be hating ninety-nine percent of the time You can find what you need, pills **** or powder And bring your gal around these playas, you might leave without her If it's some dirt to get done, we done already did it In whatever way it can get got, that's how we gon get it Matter fact was in the back, but we earn the lead We learned how to throw them thangs, before we learned to read Don't slip, or you could lose a ride that you just got Might get cussed out, by a lil' mama posted up at the bus stop We'll click up, but we don't mind standing alone And don't come here on vacation, cause you might not make it home (Hook) (K-Rino:) You got a pistol and you broke, all you need is a mask Got a car some conversation, then it's easy to smash Grind for 26-9, chunking G's in a stash You come around here acting hard, we put them beads on your ass Use to skip school, to pick up street knowledge from G's Making millions, without diplomas or college degrees Everyday some gun fire, penetrated the air You might get set up by the same chick, that braided your hair If you know about some dirt, then you bet not tell it The whole hood is like a Flea Market, you need it we sell it Put a stunt behind some paper, you might get hid If we don't know you and you come around, you might get slid Young hustlers trying to get it, cooking work in the kitchen And if the police is your partnas, then you must be snitching 95 percent, of my hood ain't no punk Can buy some clothes or c.d.'s, and some **** out the same trunk (Hook) (K-Rino:) Every man for his self, don't expect no favors The **** dealer and the preacher, might be next do' neighbors It ain't hard to get swallowed up, your girl'll get jacked One day she innocent, and the next day she working the track You ain't got no real stripes, if you bringing in mail And you ain't sending in no paper, to your homies in jail They say you ain't promised tomorrow, it's worse where I'm from If it's twelve o'clock, you ain't promised twelve-o-one We ain't tripping on your money, we ain't tripping on your ride We ain't trying to knock your hustle, we ain't plexing with your side We ain't hating on your come up, we just trying to make our own And ain't gon let no out-of-towners, disrespect us in our zone Run the streets all night, bust without no warning Hit the club the after hours, and then church the next morning Haters dissing our region, like we some newcomers If you don't likes us then you leave us, stop trying to eat from us (Hook) ( Raised In The Dead End
