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Артист: X-RaidedНазвание : Land of the LostДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : gangsta rap sacramento sac-town rap hip-hop gangsta rap sacramento sac-town rap hip-hop Видео:
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Many muthafuckas didn`t make it, Other niggas locced up cuz they couldn`t take it, The ghetto got it`s claws in my back tryin` to keep a nigga down, I`m cryin` out for help, but help ain`t nowhere to be found, So what can I do? Pursue other avenues to get revenues, Tryin` not to be the next boy on the Channel 3 ten o` clock news, Facin` interrogation, fuck an explaination, It`s time for declarations with exclaimations, I`m sick and tired of muthafuckas in my business, All up in my mix like sugary Kool-Aid worried about who I paid, And who I didn`t, I`m tired of spittin` happy raps, I`m ready for representin`, My fifty collar clips spit happy caps, It`s gettin` hard to be a G, P.D. wanna see me rot In the penetenairy doin` centuries OH MY GOD! What do I do? Where can I go? What can I say? I`m in the Land, of the Lost, with no escape Chorus: Stuck in a whirlpool gettin` drug down, We was four deep but I`m the only one now, How long will I last before I fall off? Runnin`, for my life, in the land of the lost Stuck in a whirlpool gettin` drug down, We was four deep but I`m the only one now, How long will I last before I fall off? Runnin`, for my life, in the land of the lost Second Verse: Christmas missed us again, Poppa robbed 7-11 so now he sittin` in the pen, Ain`t no presents up under the tree for me, No toys to enjoy, cuz Mama`s unemployed, Your boy had to face reality at an early age, StepDad beatin` on Mama cuz he had a bad day The drama was thicker than Hill Street Blues, Wanted to get a .22 and buck him, so you can see it on the news Now my shoes was holey, pants was old, Birthdays was fucked up, all I got was clothes, A lil` Bebe kid, young Pro-Wing sporter boy, Wearin` turtlenecks, and thick-ass corderouys, Never got along in Junior High, got bagged on, beat down, Hoes laughed at me, But I tried to be cool, I tried to fit in, But then I said "Fuck it!" and started comin` to school with a Mack-10, Got a nigga for his Nikes and his Starter coat, I got another for his bike, got another for his loccs, Robbed the same 7-11 as Poppa, I went and bought a coat down, and some khaki suits, now I`m proper, Blocc ah-, filliated at only fourteen, I`m doin` what I want and can`t nobody say a thing, And it seems like I`m out of control, I don`t know where I`m headed, the Land of the Lost got my soul Chorus Third Verse: My Mama said there would be days like these, The Ghetto on my back beatin` me down to my knees, Disease, infected, Children, neglected, Everywhere I look, I don`t see nothin` but crooks, I rejected, the knowledge that my Mama tried to give, I told her "It`s my life and I`m the one that`s gotta live", Mistaken prone, thinkin` I`m grown, doin` whatever I wanna, Nigga`s on his own, all alone, no one in my corner, I got a job at Dairy Queen servin` double burgers, Moonlightin` as a Bloccer servin` double murders, My first check was only fifty bucks, So fuck Dairy Queen, I got back on my the scene, And stacked some real green, But opportunies is limited, it`s either sell drugs or fast food, And you know which one I choose, Cuz it`s win, lose, or draw, in sickness, in health It`s [1.5 second pause] represent the turf, Cuz don`t nobody else give a fuck, The only love I ever felt, came from the homies and myself, I want wealth, and power, no matter what the cost, That`s all that`s on my mind, in the Land, of the Lost Chorus Stuck in the whirlpool.... | Похожие исполнители:
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