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  • 作词 : Crump
    [Intro]It's gon' be aight though (ohh)
    This one's for you, yeah!
    Cadillacs on 22s...
    Pimp my voice and mack these beats..
    Pray to the to the lord for these
    Mississippi streets[Chorus - repeat 2x]
    Cadillacs on 22s
    I ain't did nothing in my life but stayed true
    Pimp my voice and mack these beats and
    Pray to the
    Lord for these
    Mississippi streets, hey![Verse]
    God I know that we pimp
    God I know that we wrong
    God I know why she talk about
    Moet all of my songs
    I know these kids are listening
    I know I'm here for a mission
    But it's so hard to get 'em wit 22 rims all glisten
    I know these b***s are talking
    Lord I wanna do right
    I tried to fight but these demons they comp at me at night
    Like my momma, my daddy, my girl and all my boys
    I lost Rachelle but
    I guess I still got the whining
    RoyMy couzins sweet, momma lay that
    JasonLord
    I'm praying for swacking my heart is still impatient
    Keep 'em off them drugs, far away from thugs
    He's still my hero but just a shell bed or what it was
    Yeah smoking get a buzz, but
    God I hear ya calling
    And s*it wrong wit balling
    But my soul is just steadily falling
    And the *** and the dead, and the other jail
    God I'm stacking my mail but will
    I end up in hell?[Chorus][Verse]
    Lord they hung
    Andre Jones
    Lord they hung
    Reynold Johnson
    Lord I wanna fight back but
    I'm just so sick of bouncing
    Lord I'm sick of jumping,
    Lord just please tell me something
    My folks still dumping my music, bumping but
    I feel nothing
    My heart is steadily pumping
    My heart is steadily breaking
    Sometimes
    I feel like
    I'm faking, man
    I'm so sick of taking
    Maybe hell ain't a place meant for us to burn
    Maybe Earth is telling just a place for us to learn
    Bout yo love, yo will and grace
    Sometimes
    I wish I wasn't born in the first place
    Maybe this first base,
    God knocked the ball up out the park
    So we can come home this world right here is feeling so dark
    Feeling so cold,
    Lord I'm feeling so old
    I dunno if
    I can take this world right here no more22 inch rims on the '
    LacI guess that was yo footprint in the sand carrying us on yo back[Chorus (2x)]
  • 作词 : Crump
    [Intro]It's gon' be aight though (ohh)
    This one's for you, yeah!
    Cadillacs on 22s...
    Pimp my voice and mack these beats..
    Pray to the to the lord for these
    Mississippi streets[Chorus - repeat 2x]
    Cadillacs on 22s
    I ain't did nothing in my life but stayed true
    Pimp my voice and mack these beats and
    Pray to the
    Lord for these
    Mississippi streets, hey![Verse]
    God I know that we pimp
    God I know that we wrong
    God I know why she talk about
    Moet all of my songs
    I know these kids are listening
    I know I'm here for a mission
    But it's so hard to get 'em wit 22 rims all glisten
    I know these b***s are talking
    Lord I wanna do right
    I tried to fight but these demons they comp at me at night
    Like my momma, my daddy, my girl and all my boys
    I lost Rachelle but
    I guess I still got the whining
    RoyMy couzins sweet, momma lay that
    JasonLord
    I'm praying for swacking my heart is still impatient
    Keep 'em off them drugs, far away from thugs
    He's still my hero but just a shell bed or what it was
    Yeah smoking get a buzz, but
    God I hear ya calling
    And s*it wrong wit balling
    But my soul is just steadily falling
    And the *** and the dead, and the other jail
    God I'm stacking my mail but will
    I end up in hell?[Chorus][Verse]
    Lord they hung
    Andre Jones
    Lord they hung
    Reynold Johnson
    Lord I wanna fight back but
    I'm just so sick of bouncing
    Lord I'm sick of jumping,
    Lord just please tell me something
    My folks still dumping my music, bumping but
    I feel nothing
    My heart is steadily pumping
    My heart is steadily breaking
    Sometimes
    I feel like
    I'm faking, man
    I'm so sick of taking
    Maybe hell ain't a place meant for us to burn
    Maybe Earth is telling just a place for us to learn
    Bout yo love, yo will and grace
    Sometimes
    I wish I wasn't born in the first place
    Maybe this first base,
    God knocked the ball up out the park
    So we can come home this world right here is feeling so dark
    Feeling so cold,
    Lord I'm feeling so old
    I dunno if
    I can take this world right here no more22 inch rims on the '
    LacI guess that was yo footprint in the sand carrying us on yo back[Chorus (2x)]