a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lirik lagu crooked streets – ross banter

[intro] moma ugh, moma love you agh

[verse 1]
ridin’, my challenger on e, all i see is
automatics and silencers
paramedics and bystanders
travelers and hotel managers
revolvers and rottweilers, god daymn!
nowadays, kids turn bodies into colanders
flowers on the corners, yes sir, i got chills!!
i’m on the wrong part, of town!
concert flyers, torn on the ground!
drive by, drive by m-ssacres
pushing my foot on the accelerator!
runners on 59th and lime
reporters that cast rumors after headlines
police, catching crimes while, dealers chasing dollar signs
predators and vultures grabbing on mothers, and their daughters
while packing knives, and tec nines

[hook]

[verse 2]
predators and vultures, grabbing-on, mothers, and their daughters
while packing knifes and tec nines
its, the best time to test mine
on, the block’s is, my best range
sh-t, ain’t gonna change- much! huh? i think geez??
see more, violence on-the streets, than, the t-v
bring, home, big green
is what my mama said to me
but i want to, be, a peacemaker
hoping, what, i, do delivers
so, i stopped the silence
clocked some figures
sought some guidance
told myself, i’d, never
deal, with, matters like this
but, then i saw this is, how life is
we got kids living every day life in a crisis
fearless, i got b-lls full of cement head full of lead mental full of adrenaline
f-cking, with me
would, be putting your hand through a spinning fan!
on 59th and lime
my challenger’s on e
my tank’s on decline
predators and vultures
grabbing-on, mothers, and their daughters, while packing knives and tec nines
the, time‘s, now, to test mine
protect-the, good, kind
i turn cowards, into innards
i’ll leave you, in a can
dead, like, bin laden, ugh

[hook]

[verse3]
sh-t, ain’t gonna change- much! huh?, i think geez??
palmed it up, but i dropped the, beretta piece
because, i was, searching for, a better peace
tired of living life with sweaty feet
always running, away from
broken dreams and reckless feats
a thousand yards, in my buckwheats
in situations, i don’t need
say a prayer for my enemies
in, the, end, it’s, just memories

[hook]

[outro]
predators and vultures, grabbing-on, mothers, and their daughters
while packing knives and tec nines
my whip p-ssing by!
i got peeped at!
next thing i know
my, ride, is swiss cheese
blood filling, on, pot holes, and
the broken concrete
this a dead beat, r-i-p, ugh

- ross banter

lirik lagu lainnya :

YANG LAGI NGE-TRENDS...