CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Ramadan
183rd street
(Lawd)
Parked the spaceship in front of mama's fry (G sh*t)
We was taught to squeeze 'til the drama die (Brrt)
Homie, don't be the reason that your mama cry (Please don't)
Heard they put her son down like Ramadan
(n***as gettin' tried left and right, homie)
Then they wonder why the streets left us traumatized
(sh*t ain't no game, n***a)
Traumatized (Uh), traumatized
I got a budget just to keep new Dior in my closet (Right)
New handheld pistols on my n***as like wallets
Big business, so you know, it's a bigger deposit
High-tech money machinеs to speed up the process (Uh)
I don't explain thе process to novices, what's the object?
Hand full of bud in a bag, off the optics
Uh, they hate to see me livin' my life
Them "back-in-the-days"-stories still ain't changing the price
Don't get caught up in position and power, for the hour
n***as get to cappin' 'bout smoke, I light the loud up
I got n***as rich, you got n***as clipped
Embarrassed, investigated, all types of sh*t
I underestimated the scripts, the hyphenate (Uh)
You started off 30's and ended with Vicodins
Worst thing you could do with a drug is light the sh*t
The ratio from dealer to user is heightening
Your life'll end
Parked the spaceship in front of mama's fry (G sh*t)
We was taught to squeeze 'til the drama die (Brrt)
Homie, don't be the reason that your mama cry (Please don't)
Heard they put her son down like Ramadan
(n***as gettin' tried left and right, homie)
Then they wonder why the streets left us traumatized
(sh*t ain't no game, n***a)
Traumatized, traumatized
It's all good 'til rules get broke, and crews get smoked
It's crazy when you get rich off the truth you smoke
And them n***as that you f**k with only poof, you broke
Got really fool parole, had to trap on cruise control, yeah
Uh, you know I hit the interstate scorin' 'caine
Quarter thing, before I left I got a oil change
Park the 63 where your b*t*h stay, when you this straight
The pu**y always free, but the bricks ain't, but my wrist great
Yeah, my only jackpot was a crackpot
They say I used to be a hustler, sh*t, when that stop?
My new customers ask me when that drop
It's still fifty racks dropped just to wack opps
When I was younger I just wanted to be a fireman
I grew up fast, buying yams, supplying grams
Your favorite rapper in my diet plan
I kept it gangsta, my choices was live a rat, or die a man
Parked the spaceship in front of mama's fry (G sh*t)
We was taught to squeeze 'til the drama die (Brrt)
Homie, don't be the reason that your mama cry (Please don't)
Heard they put her son down like Ramadan
(n***as gettin' tried left and right, homie)
Then they wonder why the streets left us traumatized
(sh*t ain't no game, n***a)
Traumatized (Uh), traumatized
If we talkin' hustlers, I'm ahead of them all (Facts)
And if we talkin' rap n***as, I'm beheadin' 'em all (Uh)
I did it all just to ball, but was never incarce'
'Cause a fish with its mouth closed could never get caught, uh
I slide through the trenches with this .40 on my hip
Deuce-deuces in the purse, a lil' shawty in my whip (Got that)
I slip through mo' towns than Berry Gordy with the bricks
I got rich, kid, guess I'm Tory with the bricks
If I call my body-droppers they gon' shotty shot 'em
Catch you in your buildin', get your lobbies rockin'
Spin the block and tell 'em hop in (Hop in)
Then we skrt on them n***as like, "damn, they killed 'em" (Skrrt)
Witness said they fled [?] just like some pilgrims
Always on the guild then
We always been them n***as and we still them
I step outside the Hilton, they film him
Hop into some plush sh*t with stashboxes built in
And tablets for the children, and panoramic ceilings
(Lawd)
Parked the spaceship in front of mama's fry (G sh*t)
We was taught to squeeze 'til the drama die (Brrt)
Homie, don't be the reason that your mama cry (Please don't)
Heard they put her son down like Ramadan
(n***as gettin' tried left and right, homie)
Then they wonder why the streets left us traumatized
(sh*t ain't no game, n***a)
Traumatized (Uh), traumatized
(Lawd)
Parked the spaceship in front of mama's fry (G sh*t)
We was taught to squeeze 'til the drama die (Brrt)
Homie, don't be the reason that your mama cry (Please don't)
Heard they put her son down like Ramadan
(n***as gettin' tried left and right, homie)
Then they wonder why the streets left us traumatized
(sh*t ain't no game, n***a)
Traumatized (Uh), traumatized
I got a budget just to keep new Dior in my closet (Right)
New handheld pistols on my n***as like wallets
Big business, so you know, it's a bigger deposit
High-tech money machinеs to speed up the process (Uh)
I don't explain thе process to novices, what's the object?
Hand full of bud in a bag, off the optics
Uh, they hate to see me livin' my life
Them "back-in-the-days"-stories still ain't changing the price
Don't get caught up in position and power, for the hour
n***as get to cappin' 'bout smoke, I light the loud up
I got n***as rich, you got n***as clipped
Embarrassed, investigated, all types of sh*t
I underestimated the scripts, the hyphenate (Uh)
You started off 30's and ended with Vicodins
Worst thing you could do with a drug is light the sh*t
The ratio from dealer to user is heightening
Your life'll end
Parked the spaceship in front of mama's fry (G sh*t)
We was taught to squeeze 'til the drama die (Brrt)
Homie, don't be the reason that your mama cry (Please don't)
Heard they put her son down like Ramadan
(n***as gettin' tried left and right, homie)
Then they wonder why the streets left us traumatized
(sh*t ain't no game, n***a)
Traumatized, traumatized
It's all good 'til rules get broke, and crews get smoked
It's crazy when you get rich off the truth you smoke
And them n***as that you f**k with only poof, you broke
Got really fool parole, had to trap on cruise control, yeah
Uh, you know I hit the interstate scorin' 'caine
Quarter thing, before I left I got a oil change
Park the 63 where your b*t*h stay, when you this straight
The pu**y always free, but the bricks ain't, but my wrist great
Yeah, my only jackpot was a crackpot
They say I used to be a hustler, sh*t, when that stop?
My new customers ask me when that drop
It's still fifty racks dropped just to wack opps
When I was younger I just wanted to be a fireman
I grew up fast, buying yams, supplying grams
Your favorite rapper in my diet plan
I kept it gangsta, my choices was live a rat, or die a man
Parked the spaceship in front of mama's fry (G sh*t)
We was taught to squeeze 'til the drama die (Brrt)
Homie, don't be the reason that your mama cry (Please don't)
Heard they put her son down like Ramadan
(n***as gettin' tried left and right, homie)
Then they wonder why the streets left us traumatized
(sh*t ain't no game, n***a)
Traumatized (Uh), traumatized
If we talkin' hustlers, I'm ahead of them all (Facts)
And if we talkin' rap n***as, I'm beheadin' 'em all (Uh)
I did it all just to ball, but was never incarce'
'Cause a fish with its mouth closed could never get caught, uh
I slide through the trenches with this .40 on my hip
Deuce-deuces in the purse, a lil' shawty in my whip (Got that)
I slip through mo' towns than Berry Gordy with the bricks
I got rich, kid, guess I'm Tory with the bricks
If I call my body-droppers they gon' shotty shot 'em
Catch you in your buildin', get your lobbies rockin'
Spin the block and tell 'em hop in (Hop in)
Then we skrt on them n***as like, "damn, they killed 'em" (Skrrt)
Witness said they fled [?] just like some pilgrims
Always on the guild then
We always been them n***as and we still them
I step outside the Hilton, they film him
Hop into some plush sh*t with stashboxes built in
And tablets for the children, and panoramic ceilings
(Lawd)
Parked the spaceship in front of mama's fry (G sh*t)
We was taught to squeeze 'til the drama die (Brrt)
Homie, don't be the reason that your mama cry (Please don't)
Heard they put her son down like Ramadan
(n***as gettin' tried left and right, homie)
Then they wonder why the streets left us traumatized
(sh*t ain't no game, n***a)
Traumatized (Uh), traumatized
