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"Goodie Mob"
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жанры: hip-hop, chillout
альбомы: Still Standing, Dirty South Classics
Still Standing
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Goodie Mob
жанры: hip-hop, chillout
альбомы: Still Standing, Dirty South Classics
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This for the soldiers, soldiers Stay strong my niggaz Gangsters, players Stay up my niggaz, real niggazLeavin' the cut in a rage Loadin' up my Mac, goin' to my crib, to get my 12 gauze One of my boys just got shot, huh Fuckin' around, in that million dollar spotA educated brother didn't have no money for college he was taught The street knowledge, part of the plan To keep us fightin' in the street Instead of becomin' a strong black manEvery two weeks I see Sam Pitchin' out my check with no respect but I still don't give a damn Because I gotta make my dough My kill, rocked down, 'til I started seein' cash flowEverything happens for a reason, choose the season To commit the perfect treason Who brought me to the land, of unfree man? To move about and catch trout, by the dozensEven had my cousin locked down, at the feet shackled A one-way seat, to Milledgeville Nigga this real, how can you kill another When it's your brother? Still standingI never thought about, talked about what I did Just experimented life as a young Gump Them days long gone, school bells done rung no mo' Spendin' hours at the house in my favorite chairSlow mo', custom funk fingerprinted to carry a hucklebuck Feelin' stuck with the art that my skin carries, scary If I ever had to plot again, needin' my stick Yeah, gidgets to pidgits, moves to Philly and the crew?Nothin' else to prove, fold a plot like chrome Salt lick teddy bears in the college student's room Speed, Gipp got that too Watch that dude, inspect that fool, still standingUnscathed, cause this is pain This for soldiers to feel MC's, are running out of things to say Radio stations are running out of songs to playStill standing, unscathed, 'cause of pain This for soldiers to feel MC's, are running out of things to say Radio stations are running out of songs to playOn the sick side, of South Central 33rd Avenue, block 600 Workers have wash and car details The ese's got the fresh Chevrolet's for saleTwenty G's or better, the whole neighborhood tanked up What? On the fortress walls, there is no letters Buddha say, the Bloods are strictly outnumbered They besieged, on the beats, Goodie MoB, run the creepsY'all can have the streets, asphalt caught many suckers Slippin' on wet floors, we puttin' out the signs On krokers, C I T Y, such a pity Bein' suckled dry, like a newbornOn his momma's titty before I retired I hit twenty True to cellulite with big room pesquite on the porch Poundin', like cartoon Ennis, old school efforts Through the Sunday down, Crenshaw sparkin'Zoned out, off the ink, for life Goin through time and metal detectors I can't take my weapon And I can't be no dope dealer'Cause they be done put a hit out on a nigga, plus I can't keep up With them keys, locked in the fo'-do' Backseat drivers havin' out-of-body experiences Wakin up, somewhere else, still standingYeah, each and every element that exists in this Universe is manifested from a thought first Through the inner mind's eye of the unseen power in the sky Gave birth to Mother Earth and all it's worth to you and IThis most loved invention, my consciousness is an extension Of Him, yet I'm flesh and bone with a mind of my own To dig deeper than the surface, whether I learn From your upcomings or your downfalls we all have individual purposeIt's amazing, how the streets do the majority of raising Of children who end up dead before hearing what you said And it's sad, so all I can write about is what I had Interpretations of life good and bad with a pen and padIt seems like abortion, when I just write a small portion It's either crumpled up or torn without lettin the thought be born Young minded, and blinded in those days, I didn't want to Have a thought that I couldn't raise, nurture, and care forBe there for, help prepare for, the times ahead When someone doesn't agree with what is said, huh And if they did, don't get all arrogant 'cause that's my kid Just be thankful that it's good and somebody overstoodNow, the listener in here want the same flow but I gotta let it grow Clever enough to let it go, if I don't wanna rap no mo' And I'll make sure that no one ever forgets It's immortalized forever, on wax CD's and cassettesAnd when someone goes to the store and purchases it for ten The life cycle starts all over again And I was granted this music as my soul mate, to procreate And give back what I was given, a life worth livin'And I, am still standing, unscathed Pain is for suckers to feel MC's are running out of things to say, and radio stations running out of songs to play, shit!We still standing, unscathed And pain is for suckers to feel, huh And MC's running out of things to say
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