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Kids In Da PJ's
作詞:S. Baker, Collin Anthony Dewar, Michael W. Jr Dewar, Michael Epps, Eugene Gray, Jabari Jones, Nashawn Jones, Nasir Jones, Chris A. Spheeris
To the kids in da PJ's, ghetto children, I know it ain't easy Y'all wanting millions, sunshine turns to rain It's ghetto pain when a one time raise Sometimes, the young is slain
To the kids in da PJ's black babies brought up in this world Where it's wild and crazy child of the Nile Future lifestyle looks hazey, dreams to drive a Mercedes With a pile of ladies
Third grade singing star spangled banner using proper manners Learnt to handle anger animal behavior Later on my block rocking with my jocks on Eating Bon Ton cheese popcorn, humming a 'KISS' rock song
Socks long to my knees, summer breeze running through the leaves Playing freeze tag, can I stay out please, dad? Can I hang out with my little gang out? Hearing shots rang out Heard my moms call my name out, come upstairs run up stairs
Take a bath, shit stained underwear, wipe yourself with paper bad Little ass in my bed at 8:30 wash my plate, ate dinner up late Gazing at the wall praying, basketball was my future for this young one Hoping in the sun, proud to be where I come from Later shooting guns fantasizing, fascinated by gold rope chains Looking back at my hood days but things ain't changed
To the kids in da PJ's, ghetto children, I know it ain't easy Y'all wanting millions, sunshine turns to rain It's ghetto pain when a one time raise Sometimes, the young is slain
To the kids in da PJ's black babies brought up in this world Where it's wild and crazy child of the Nile Future lifestyle looks hazey, dreams to drive a Mercedes With a pile of ladies
In my hood niggaz smoke wood, nothing is good Look at my eyes and see what I could living my life And feel what I felt the hand that I was dealt Drama that my uncle Shabazz had, I was a little lad
Niggaz shooting through my Grams window, shattering glass Had the chicken pox on that toy horse that rocks My moms grabbed me down to safety everybody in the crib was going crazy
That was in the 80's and now I'm 17, money cash dreams Niggaz be slave, I be brave spit like A.K.'s and S.K.'s Close range niggaz see brains, Millennium Thugs the name But now it's slash cocaine, blast niggaz in vain, satch yo' chain
Cherish the life, my niggaz got a fetish for ice もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Turn out the lights, I bust, so I could spar up the night Uniting the pipes, Queens bridge niggaz is shiest Need no price body, y'all dudes on spite
Who knew I would of spazzed out Little Nay shawn owner of the crack house Get my papes on Tired of 'friderators all the steaks gone
Now, picture this shit with six aunts, five uncles Thugging a double apartment out kids, cousins, and brothers There I go in the pamper by the radiator, cursing eatin' first Little nigga with a appetite that got worst first day of school Ten man cliq, all I'm learning is how to extort shit
'Cuz class I forfeit, graduated on another level Selling birds busting birds, fuck with the herbs Never we fuck up the herbs, make 'em pay like you Stick 'em up get down, since ten, was taught to turn 'em around Rip they pockets out, bust two the way they run I ain't give a fuck that's how I was, I was young
To the kids in da PJ's, ghetto children, I know it ain't easy Y'all wanting millions, sunshine turns to rain It's ghetto pain when a one time raise Sometimes, the young is slain
To the kids in da PJ's black babies brought up in this world Where it's wild and crazy child of the Nile Future lifestyle looks hazey, dreams to drive a Mercedes With a pile of ladies
Horse was born as a brave child, big for my size A bully to little guys, with chocolate milks and apple pies The playground was mine, I stayed scarred up all the time From shopping carts flipping, now we race to the finish line
Hated playing cooties 'cuz that shit wasn't fun All the honey's say I'm it, then they little ass run I was sweared to put a hickey on the ones that I caught I was a nasty little nigga, I learned to hump before I walk Kept a sling shot on my side to shoot squirrels and cats
Wanted to be Captain America with the Shillinger hat I started getting older, fell more in love with the streets Infatuated by the ropes and the shiny gold teeth I was to big to break dance, fuck spinning on my back
My role models now run numbers and sell crack This project, child blessed, chasing ghetto success He needs a name for himself to get the same respect
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