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Артист: AfromanНазвание : PalmdaleДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rap hip-hop reggae comedy hip hop Видео:
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Just like bums, we used to stay in the slums of LA by the way Gang-bangers killin` each other for rep, sellin` rock cocaine on my doorstep Had a ball to bounce plus a bike to ride, but my mamma never would let me play outside. But when I got enrolled in elementary school, started bangin` like a fuckin` fool. So cool, throwin` up gang signs to the gangster (?), shot an enemy from across the street Mamma came home, said she got a good job. Daddy did too. Now they don`t squab. Financially, we improvin`. 2 months later, son, we movin`. No more duckin` from shotgun shells. Bought a two-story house in East Palmdale. (give it to me now.) Palmdale, come back to me. I need you and I love you, baby. Palmdale, come back to me. (Check it out, check it out, check it out.) No more rats and no more roaches, livin` next door ito football coaches. Now I got a new place to sell me crack. Now I got little white kids to jack. I stopped wearin` blue, wasn`t trippin` on red. Too busy squabbin` with the skinheads. Stupid questions, distract the class. Rubbin` little white girls on the ass. I didn`t really care if I passed or failed, I knew I was headed for the NFL, Until the playoff game, shoulder got hurt. I thought about my future, layin` in the dirt. I can`t jump, I can`t flinch. Superstar player, ridin` the bench. Graduate from school? Don`t make me laugh. I got an F+ in basic math. (give it to me now.) Palmdale, (Hell, yeah.) come back to me. I gotta do one song for my neighborhood. Bucccoooc! Palmdale, come back to me. (check it out.) I knew I couldn`t make it in the white man`s world, so I bought me some khakis and a Geri curl. I knew I couldn`t make it to the NFL, so I went to East Palmdale and started slingin` yell. Fo` sho`! I was makin` crazy dough. Shoulda dropped outta school a long time ago. Bought a cell phone, like a nut. Now I deliver like Pizza Hut. I drunk whisky and Bacardi. I sold dope to anybody. Me and my homies sold dubs and dimes, took turns bustin` rhymes just to pass the time. A white man drove up to my spot. He said, Hey, homeboy, what you got? I put a fat rock inside his hand. About 25 sheriffs jumped out the van. (Get down, punk.) Palmdale, (Hell, yeah) come back to me. I need you and I love you, baby. Palmdale, come back to me. (check it out, check it out, check it out.) Can`t get drunk. Can`t get blunted. LA County, 95 hundred. Crips wanna take my All-stars. Bloods wanna eat my Snicker bars. Them peckerwoods don`t want none, but the Mexican`s straight own one. Them Essays, (???) that Essays always try to test me, So I jumped off the bed, cause I ain`t no punk. Jammed his head up against the bunk. Socked that Cholo in his chin. Black mutha-fuckas scared to jump in. Sheriff broke it up when we hit the floor. I kept talkin` shit cause I want some more. Back in town, we get along with the brown. Now I`m in jail, they tryin` to beat me down. Jail is hell, but I`ll adapt. Won`t hesitate to get in a scrap. `Cause I`m down for mine, and that`s for certain, sittin` in the hole with my knuckles hurtin`. (Palmdale) Palmdale, (Hell, yeah.) come back to me. I need you and I love you, baby. Palmdale, come back to me. (check it out, homeboy.) Now I got a fucked up life. Two bad kids and a naggin` wife. Dead end job at the airport. Check too short to pay the house note. Turn on the TV, then I see different homeboys that went to school with me Playin` in the NFL. We used to kick back in East Palmdale. Rodney Williams. Lorenz Tate. Zeno plays for Colorado State. I wish my homeboys much success, but at the same time, I still get depressed. Walkin` through the wind with a cup full of gin thinkin` `bout things that coulda, woulda, shoulda been. I wipe my tears, sip my beers, wish good luck to my peers. (Palmdale.) Palmdale, come back to me. I need you and I love you, baby. Palmdale, come back to me. Cause that`s where my heartache began, heartache began. Palmdale, come back to me. I need you and I love you, baby. Palmdale, come back to me. Cause that`s where my heartache began, heartache began. Palmdale, come back to me. (Hey, all the homeboys on the football team, where y`all at?) Palmdale, come back to me. (Hey, wherever you at in the world, I don`t care if you in Japan, Africa hey, you know how we used to do it, man. Hey, hey, hey.) Yo, let me get a Palm (Palm!) Yo, let me get a Dale (Dale!) Yo, what do we sell? (Yell!) Yo, where we fittin` to go? (We fittin` to go back to jail!) [x4] Dale. Palmdale. (Hey, everybody just clap your hands.) Dale. Palmdale. (C`mon, c`mon, c`mon. Buci-buci-bucccoooc!) Dale. Palmdale. Dale. (Where them Falcons at?) Palmdale. (It ain`t over `til the fat man sings.) Dale. (Little Rock can`t get none. What, what?) Palmdale. Dale. Palmdale. [fade out.] | Похожие исполнители:
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