Scattered toys screw they face up at me
On some real shit son, they don't want beef
I cock that, aim that shit (books etc.) out the window
Spray, there ain't a shell that bend my heat
Ya'll roaches better lay down, yeah I mean stay down
Get hit with a Off spray round, ya ass ain't gon' make it
You snakes gon' get layed out in blood and ya brains out
Have you on the laminat, shiverin' and shakin'
I'm from Sopot mothafucka, where the buildings & cars explode
If you feel like you on fire, boy drop and roll
homies'll heat ya ass up cause they heart turns cold
Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load
The party jump, with shorty (a.k.a kendi) bouncin' that ass
I won't fuck (? fo' real, 50, op.prev.), gimme a second, I'ma holla, I'ma see whats up
I got my spužva in my hand, got my Čarli in my trunk
Carve ya turkey up nice, you play me like a punk
In my room
roaches got love for me, but I don't go no where without my Off
In my hood
A lil ganja, a lil Žujice, and homies just don't know how to behave
In my room
snakesss is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my kitchen knife
In my hood
neighbours might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back
In my hood
Dakle... poruka ovog posta je da idem spremat' sobu (možda se više ne vidimo, ovo je fakat opasno), za one koji ne znaju - to je bila slobodna obrada 50-jeve pjesme "In My Hood".
P.S. nemam žohare i zmije u sobi (nadam se) - bliska budućnost će pokazat...
Post je objavljen 25.06.2005. u 09:15 sati.