lirik lagu boyz n da hood – jim jones
ft. chink santana
i haven’t been up this early in a long time
turned on the tv this morning, heard the sh-t on the box
about living in a violent, violent world
showed all these foreign places, foreigners live in them
started thinking man, thinking they don’t know
on a shelf, we all camp out, what’s going on with the whole world
buy ahead and pour out liquor for my dead homies
finna flying kites at my fed homies
and the dogs upstate with a bad only
in a locker if we pop you it’s your head only
we only kick drug dealer tales
another story where you hear a drug dealer tale
i mean these n-gg-s, they ain’t holding water
sh-t, my watch trippy like a frozen water
can i live then we go to florida
kod on mondays, hey, you know the order
my dope boys are my sole supporters
way too many stories of opposing porters
n-gg-s fronting like they have half frozen quarters
six pack, man, and a roll of quarters
we was supposed to front the laundry man
with the mad motherf-cker, better honor that
old n-gg-s coming home for them long stretches
we just hope the war is so raw it stretches
hope the young n-gg-s don’t get the wrong message
but listen close and you can clearly hear the song’s message
i’m took in, try to tell you them trees cold
soon as they catch their case then b-tch n-gg-s fold
ain’t no more honor in these streets
soon as they get their heat forget that code
you should go on, gone and buck them
f-ck their families, their kids and their momma, just gonna f-ck ’em
if you heard the telling, just go and f-ck ’em
this is back in the game, betrayed and go f-ck ’em
my memory is like a cemetery
heaven just of memories of men i buried
so many cars, man, they tend to vary
so many n-gg-s coming home, they say their plan was scary
so i respect them for that truthful fact
but it’s baiting disrespect when my wolf go back
i’m not a saint like a lot today, but i take n-gg-s to church on sat-rday
i’m talking black suits for everybody
we getting money, buying black coupes for everybody
uncle rick was in the kitchen, cooking
i was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, looking
there was hammers in the doors of every whip i’m pushing
i could spend a couple grand on any n-gg- looking
i remember selling c-ke at a rapid pace
on the highway just focus on the traffic plates
well, that’s another trick i’ll tell you about
and don’t trip if you slip, we’ll bail you out
well, let’s now pay the waiting game
we gonna wait to see if he gonna say some names
i’m took in, try to tell you them trees cold
soon as they catch their case then b-tch n-gg-s fold
ain’t no more honor in these streets
soon as they get their heat forget that code
you should go on, gone and buck them
f-ck their families, their kids and their momma, just gonna f-ck ’em
if you heard the telling, just go and f-ck ’em
this is back in the game, betrayed and go f-ck ’em
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