Текст, перевод и аккорды “City Streets”
- (*talking*) King of the Ghetto, Z-Ro the Crooked that's me King of the Ghetto Entertainment, Rap-A-Lot Dean's List know I'm saying, that's what I ride to When I'm rolling, through these mo'fucking city streets Corner to corner, block to block Witnessing nothing but bullshit, first hand Niggaz killing niggaz, know I'm saying Everybody killing niggaz, you know I'm saying But we the main mo'fuckers, killing us Tripping out here, for these god damn streets To look good in these streets, to have thangs In these motherfucking streets, man fuck these streets [Z-Ro] Damn these city streets, are deadly to a brother Cause they're full of crooked cops, and killers and undercovers Everyday is the same thang, another fatal shooting Somebody daddy done died, so they mama prostituting Just to make ends meet, and get the bills paid Wonder why we bleed the corner dry, until the laws raid Trying to make a dollar, out of nickel and a dime KFC and McDonalds don't wanna hire me, because my teeth shine In constant danger, keep one in the chamber Cause I could become a victim, of some starving stranger Thinking he can go through my pockets, and come up with some bread When he found out I'm broke, he still gon leave a nigga for dead So I hustle to breathe freely, and see another day For the sake of my unborn babies, I keep a K Trying to make sure the McVey name, repeat and repeat Before somebody knock me off my feet, damn these city streets [Hook - 2x] Damn these city streets, are hard to live in Eighty percent of my partnas are dead, the rest in prison All I see is the struggle, my tears drown my vision I never forget to mention, god damn these city streets [Z-Ro] Damn, these city streets'll eat you alive It's beginning to be a full time job, just to survive Tell me why I get pulled over, when I'm standing still Why my homies wanna rob me, for my big face bills It ain't no love in our lifestyle, it's all about greed Can't trust nobody, cause everybody got a trick up they sleeve I believe in struggling, cause that's all I've ever seen Besides the county jail, and the light of an infrared beam I use to keep a pistol, by my side But it don't matter if I'm strapped, I'm still gonna die Whether I'm evil or good, in the suburbs or the hood death is coming Better be like Forest Gump, and just keep on running Cause he'll be coming, like a thief in the night Might be in the form of a jacker, trying to get you at the light Houston Texas is restless, better keep your heat under your seat 'Fore somebody have your brains up under your feet, damn these city streets [Hook - 2x] [Z-Ro] I'm 27, but I'm feeling 71 I pray so much, I feel like I'm kin to the heavenly son I dodge bullets on the daily, if I don't duck I'm stuck Then I'll be another murder case, in back of that black truck Damn these city streets, are full of yellow tape I wish I could move around, but I feel I can't escape Tell me where to go, tell me where to run to get away from drama Seem like everywhere I go, they wanna put me with my mama Does equality follow me, ain't nothing shaking Justice and liberty for niggaz, is a house that's vacant Therefor I'm stranded, where crimes are committed to bread Forced to watch my people fall off track, like a bad wig I dropped a lot of records, but I'm still broke Can't afford to stay in the Four Seasons, but there's still hope Lucifer is powerful, he ain't got no mercy on the weak He got us suffering for nothing, motherfuck these city streets Living in the city, living in the city - 2x Damn these city streets, are hard to live in Eighty percent of my partnas are dead, the rest in prison All I see is the struggle, my tears drown my vision I never forget to mention, god damn these city streets - 2x Living in the city, living in the city - 2x
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