Correction Paroles VIDA LOCA par J Dilla

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Yeah
Got that bounce
Yeah, got that bounce, yeah
I'ma do my thing though
Yeah-yeah, yeah
It's the Waffle Mix
It's that Backyard Freestyle (Wafflejax)
Number somethin', haha (B*t*h)
Yeah Ian, I'ma-, I'ma ride on this b*t*h, you already know (Hahaha)
Let's ride (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah

Flaco flashin' MCs
I'm back spillin' the beans about that vida loca
We livin' to build the dream
Scream slashin' on the beat once again
I condemn any motherf**ker bein' a wannabe like the rest
I'll admit that I could be a little sensitivе 'bout what you say to me
The outcome nеgative
So I let it go, it ain't worth it, talkin' only for cheaps
I'ma roll it up in a joint, your words ain't f**kin' with me
Man, stop tryna fix a burned bridge that you went up and lit the match to
Dead to me at 15K, back to the old roots of self expression
I'm the definition of a f**ked up good kid dealin' with depression
Learnin' from my lessons, f**ked up pa**ed up blessins'
Shorty know she a mosquito 'cause she gave me infection
Smokin' presidential, Obama runts is runnin' for election
Comin' back to the world, sayin' "F**k it" with my erection
Down in San Diego, she caught my view
Blastin' that thuggin' noise, we syncin' like Bluetooth up in the lowrider
Pro grinder, she built tough
She workin' to kill bucks
I know she a real one, I know she a real-
Oh, yes indeed
Yes, the people agree
Mary Jane, smokin' weed with me all from a screen
I'm tryna find myself
'Cause at one point I was hopin' I would die myself
And I would fry myself, numbin' my worries to oblivion
Water over the lava, all you gettin' is obsidian
Pity men in my city wanna be in my shoes
I want everybody to win but nobody know how to lose and grind right back up
Y'all rather act so tough
Y'all rather prove to nobodies that just talk that bluff
Y'all rather sit in procrastination to points where y'all just feel so stuck
Now y'all just deal for a buck
I ain't downplayin' you sons
I know everybody situation is different, I get it
Some people livin' the high cla**, others where it's prevented
But buddy please count up yo blessings, both yo parents in yo life
There's really hustlers out here dyin' in these gunfights
And it's a simple little thing you need to do to make a difference
Be yourself, remain grounded 'till you six feet, grounded in the dirt
All my legacy is based upon a movement on a shirt
These five letters the world to me, legendary sh*t

C-H-A-O-S 'till I die
The O got a scratch on its eyebrow like mine
The flows I kick is like icy-hot fire
Feel the knots on my muscles next to my pockets
It's that muscle right on my thigh
The ones shorty got on her it's so fine
Take the whip right back, right to me casa
She gon' ride this d**k, I suck them tatas, yeah
C-H-A-O-S on my mind
Mary Jane makes way to my side
Roll one up, smoke one, I'm so high
Takin' life by moments, never by time

Uh, huh, yeah (Takin' life by moments, never by time)
On God, on God, on God (Yeah, live free, live free on my thigh)
Respect to- (Yeah)
Respect to Tribe Called Quest (Chaos sh*t, chaos sh*t)
Respect to Q-Tip, yeah (Yeah, Waffejax)
Rest in peace, J Dilla, yuh, yuh
Shout out all my people, yeah
(Talk my sh*t)
Love you, Josh
My brother, bruh, that's my n***a forever

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