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Текст песни Chink Santana - Irv Gotti Presents

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* send corrections to the typist [ad-libs]Yeah... another day..Another motherfuckin` dollar..But look, nigga...It`s how we doLivin` in the ghetto, ooh, ooh [chorus]Livin` life up on the cornerSlangin` rocks and smokin` weedFrom a eightball to a GWorked my way to a kiAll I can try to do is hold onCaught up in the struggleSeems the only way to beNever gone find no peaceTill the day they bury meAll I can try to do is be strong [verse one]And nigga, you can find meHangin` up on the cornerOr layin` up in the cutTryin` to get my motherfuckin` money rightMy hammer right beside meAnd I really don`t give a fuckIf somebody gotta die tonightCause look... nigga, my pocket full of stonesIs everything I ownAnd this is all I do, all I doA nigga straight hustlin` everyday to get through, get through [chorus] [verse two]Gotta be on the lookout for them stick-up boysCause when they comeThey be straight hemmin` niggas upAnd it really all about takin` that money, manIf they catch me, they betta kill meAin`t comin` out like no punkShit, can`t let no nigga take nothin` from me, manCause look, yo... they steppin` in my zoneAnd infiltratin` my homeAnd what the fuck would you do?If a nigga straight... took ya cakeAnd tried to break you, break you [chorus] [bridge]I wish that I could let it goHow we in the struggle and hustlin` just to make it out the ghettoI wish that I could let it goI wish that we ain`t have to be so canivin` just to make it out the ghettoI wish that I could let it goHow my niggas in the pen doin` time just to make it out the ghettoI wish that I could let it goI wish that genocide wasn`t survivin` just to make it out the ghetto [verse three]Everyday is just weed, rocks, and pistols, cops comin` to git youWhen niggas that wanna put you on shirts readin`, "We Miss You"Everything I been through, nothin` but issuesTired of goin` to funerals and passin` moms the tissueGetcha prayer in ya life, it`s hard to listenWhen there ain`t nothin` fair in ya lifeIt`s God that`s missin`, that`s what they be tellin` meAnd I try to wait but He be takin` so longI`ll probably catch another felony, inhalin` weedKeepin` me broke, though, I slangs my cokeI probably push less weight than the trees I smokeAnd ain`t no hope for tomorrow, hot, heavy wit sorrowCause my peers bring tears from findin` em full of hollowsI know you probably goin` through the same thangThe same pain, cause we caught up in the same gameAnd don`t a damn thang change, nigga, bump this songCause you strong and you ain`t alone, nigga... just try to hold on

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