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lirik lagu where we ride – poetik

[intro: poetik]
if you ain’t from the ghetto (if you ain’t from the ghetto)
then don’t come to the ghetto (then don’t come to the ghetto)
’cause we real out here, mayne (’cause we real out here, mayne)
sh*t (sh*t)

[verse 1: poetik]
home of the [?] shops, find ’em on every block
we blazin’ the mary dark, we robbin’ them [?] up
mobbin’ at a pack of sinners; no one, only god could save us
ghetto b*st*rds, red laces up in my chuck taylors
out here, you either ride or you could stay behind
f*ck the police, never change, ōtara state of mind
no matter where i go, so cold i’m deadly
deprived of mama’s lullabies, raised on gangsta medleys
walk her to the warehouse barefoot and walkin’ out with british knights
all white, a day in the ghetto life
no food, hard time and bills stackin’ up
my sister sellin’ bonus tickets; as for me, i’m baggin’ up an ounce of marijuana
f*ck it, i gotta get it
today is either “thug life” or benefit livin’
i ain’t scared to go to jail, all my cousins in prison
they say life is what you make it, this the live that we given
on the south—

[chorus: j*slang]
auckland city’s where we ride, throw your hands in the sky
you can find us on the southside (southside)
gang signs everywhere we ride
you know brothers do or die every day on the southside (southside)
auckland city’s where we ride, throw your hands in the sky
you can find us on the southside (southside)
gang signs everywhere we ride
you know brothers do or die every day on the southside (southside)
[verse 2: j*slang]
yeah, i’m a modern*day [?], i’m here to shatter your fate
i’m off the richter like a shift in the tectonic plates
i leave you rattled like an empty lion red crate
’cause only my good can relate, we’re two*faced
h*ll bound, them [?] in this, there’s no winners
j, it’s a cold world when your skin plays the villain
our people fall victim (pow, pow)
we get smoked like points and dots, spots head shot like [?]
we slaves to politicians, it’s daytime robbery
sideways talkin’ like they sniffed they barbie
tone changin’, they sean connery, they all hyped
they’re the public’s worst enemy, takin’ mine on sight
clenched in, we pump fists, throw hands like n*z*s
i’m all happy when you [?] like sean [?]
watch your tone, i’m the maestro
and when a coward walks past, i keep his head down like [?]
[?], i roll the [?]
my boys feed them all 24/7 like denny’s
yeah, you my [?], better pump brakes
or get this spongebob whole [?] lump face
smiley*faced, ear*to*ear, try me, mate
and it’s a must beat*down when you f*cks with jakes
f*ck the beautiful, that ultimate warrior spirit
up the nuts like matangi when i hit it to the liver
[?], i deliver
ice pickin’ they shivers
i’m flowin’ like the [?] river
clever, i’m that dude flippin’ [?]
a super fly guy, jimmy [?] in the booth
smashin’ for the proof, always reppin’ my roots
southside till i die, i’m the truth (i’m the truth)
[chorus: j*slang]
auckland city’s where we ride, throw your hands in the sky
you can find us on the southside (southside)
gang signs everywhere we ride
you know brothers do or die every day on the southside (southside)
auckland city’s where we ride, throw your hands in the sky
you can find us on the southside (southside)
gang signs everywhere we ride
you know brothers do or die every day on the southside (southside)

[verse 3: poetik]
park up at [?] on [?]
bumpin’ “valerie”, gettin’ dome backseat
lovin’, burnin’ calories, makin’ ’em moan
i ain’t even thinkin’ about takin’ her home
p*ss be the bomb for real
shake back to the spot, big homie got the re*up
dollar bags and cues, this money i pursue
manoeuvre through enemy blocks to make that drops
still 1*8*7 on an undercover cop (blocka!)
you smoke, mami? what you sk*nkin’ with?
like tyrese need a girl, i need a gangsta b*tch
she sells p well, the e sells the weed well
for [?], servin’ up these punches like retail
roll with true g’s known for puttin’ in dirt
why you actin’ like the twelves gate pumps don’t work?
fake rappers talk sh*t like they ain’t in my scope
i leave you whistlin’ the wind with a hole in your throat
you can’t cook tryna fix your anorexic flow
matter fact, you should cop my tape to take notes (ha*ha!)
from the block where we love to box
let off shots, 6*eighty*5 till the f*ckin’ casket drops
[chorus: j*slang]
auckland city’s where we ride, throw your hands in the sky
you can find us on the southside (southside)
gang signs everywhere we ride
you know brothers do or die every day on the southside (southside)
auckland city’s where we ride, throw your hands in the sky
you can find us on the southside (southside)
gang signs everywhere we ride
you know brothers do or die every day on the southside (southside)

auckland city’s where we ride, throw your hands in the sky
you can find us on the southside (southside)
gang signs everywhere we ride
you know brothers do or die every day on the southside (southside)
auckland city’s where we ride, throw your hands in the sky
you can find us on the southside (southside)
gang signs everywhere we ride
you know brothers do or die every day on the southside (southside)

- poetik

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