作曲 : Lil' 1/2 Dead Growing up in my hood It was really on like that I had to put it down to had to do me a jab To give me a sack So I can come up On the block serving rocks from sun down to sun up I was, really puttin' it down like that And dressed in all black straight down for the jab I was a youngster, packing a 4-5 Better known they looney ass eastside (right) I had my chore, so I played the part of a gangsta Never ever coulda be a pranksta Pushing ****** in their face Puttin' punk *****es in their place Now feel the base Give you a taste of this gangsta **** I got the cavi tracks and my rims are on hit And like some **** it will brush ya Cause hanging on my block, you had to be a hustler You had to be a hustler Cause if you was a buster You know we wouldn't trust ya You had to be a hustler Cause if you was a buster You know we wouldn't trust ya Now the year is 1989 I'm in the cavi spot and I'm doing fine I got ritches, I got *****es I got a caddy green 4 with 16 switches On some triple gold was Every single day straight swerving Zippin' on a cold one On my way to the ****spot I got my glock in the stashpot Cause the cops are kinda hot And now I got me a sack And now I'm heading back to the street Where the ****ing money at It's the block where I slang And all the G ****** hang And the young ****** bang Puttin' it down every single night Getting there drunk showin' off try to fight One and other but we still had love And rest in peace to my ****** up above Because uh Chorus It's a cold thang when you got no game See every smoker on the block know my name I was a youngster with boulders for your shoulders And still slanging cavi and ?muchoda? And I got some ****** down with me See every single day we sell a pound you see Or that bomb ass dote mack So come to my block and get a fat sack We got that **** that I **** you up So don't take it to the head or you might get stuck So grap a partner and spot the bomb Cause it will have you like tweakie from dust to dawn I tell the truth and I never lie Cause I promise I smoke chronic till the day I die And a new face on the block We couldn't trust ya Cause you might be a busta
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Lil' 1/2 Dead [00:20.44]Growing up in my hood [00:21.40]It was really on like that [00:23.28]I had to put it down to had to do me a jab [00:25.82]To give me a sack [00:27.33]So I can come up [00:28.66]On the block serving rocks from sun down to sun up [00:31.05]I was, really puttin' it down like that [00:33.49]And dressed in all black straight down for the jab [00:36.30]I was a youngster, packing a 4-5 [00:38.84]Better known they looney ass eastside (right) [00:41.40]I had my chore, so I played the part of a gangsta [00:44.68]Never ever coulda be a pranksta [00:46.91]Pushing ****** in their face [00:48.43]Puttin' punk *****es in their place [00:50.62]Now feel the base [00:51.84]Give you a taste of this gangsta **** [00:54.38]I got the cavi tracks and my rims are on hit [00:57.01]And like some **** it will brush ya [00:59.33]Cause hanging on my block, you had to be a hustler [01:02.32]You had to be a hustler [01:04.05]Cause if you was a buster [01:06.14]You know we wouldn't trust ya [01:07.63]You had to be a hustler [01:09.37]Cause if you was a buster [01:11.26]You know we wouldn't trust ya [01:23.77]Now the year is 1989 [01:26.35]I'm in the cavi spot and I'm doing fine [01:28.08]I got ritches, I got *****es [01:30.75]I got a caddy green 4 with 16 switches [01:33.66]On some triple gold was [01:35.54]Every single day straight swerving [01:37.86]Zippin' on a cold one [01:39.08]On my way to the ****spot [01:41.07]I got my glock in the stashpot [01:42.94]Cause the cops are kinda hot [01:44.71]And now I got me a sack [01:47.33]And now I'm heading back to the street [01:48.38]Where the ****ing money at [01:49.51]It's the block where I slang [01:51.20]And all the G ****** hang [01:53.05]And the young ****** bang [01:54.30]Puttin' it down every single night [01:56.35]Getting there drunk showin' off try to fight [01:59.25]One and other but we still had love [02:01.76]And rest in peace to my ****** up above [02:04.30]Because uh [02:06:28]Chorus [02:46.89]It's a cold thang when you got no game [02:49.30]See every smoker on the block know my name [02:51.45]I was a youngster with boulders for your shoulders [02:54.70]And still slanging cavi and ?muchoda? [02:56.88]And I got some ****** down with me [02:59.23]See every single day we sell a pound you see [03:01.72]Or that bomb ass dote mack [03:04.32]So come to my block and get a fat sack [03:06.31]We got that **** that I **** you up [03:09.61]So don't take it to the head or you might get stuck [03:12.25]So grap a partner and spot the bomb [03:14.79]Cause it will have you like tweakie from dust to dawn [03:17.42]I tell the truth and I never lie [03:20.38]Cause I promise I smoke chronic till the day I die [03:22.80]And a new face on the block [03:25.13]We couldn't trust ya [03:26.43]Cause you might be a busta
