Текст песни Common w Sean Lett - America Is Dying Slowly: A Red Hot Organ
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Intro: CommonYeah, one two, blessYeah yeah, check itI got my mellow Sean LettHe gonna get down for y`all Chicago styleEighty-seven, you know the bidness, check itChorus: Common, Sean LettAfter eight years of my life, of smoking and drinkingThe world keeps spinning, so lately I`ve been thinkingAfter eight years of my life, of smoking and drinkingThe world keeps spinning, so lately I`ve been thinkingVerse One: CommonNearest to the go gothic, a cash flow prophetMethods of gettin scratch and talkin slick I`ve adoptedPalms in the lock with stunts whose hearts be gameHoes in the stable, none do I claimNiggaz with nothin to shoot for, at they only aimGramps in the choir singin it`s gonna rainin the midst of precipitation, I make the powermanipulations, so my offspring`ll be straight for generationsGot connections in the nationTo incarceration, to general populationMore lyrics than Jason, look me in the face when you speak to meYou got a tattoo? Bitch youse a freak to meSeeking the, good sess materialAsking when`s my next videoBitch get a job and get your ass in somebody`s universityEnroll your youngun in a nurseryAnd cleam him up, comb his hair, cover yourselfYou want a man to love you you ain`t loving yourselfI`m discovering wealth watches wisdom in waysTo make it in the last days, now bring it onChorusVerse Two: Sean LettI feel blessed I survived two decades in this worldThen Ninety slid in naked now I got a baby girlAin`t this a bitch, myself still a childI want to hang on eighty-seven corners act wild on Stoney IsleBetter school her, so presence is your seed in societyParks of envy jealous niggaz crack fiends yes indeedI won`t misleed and you can best believeI`m just a blink away shorty anytime that you needSee I know right now, you`re just too young to understandAsking questions, why pops and moms don`t be holding handsDon`t you worry about it yet, in due time we`ll explainWhy having you, created just an everlasting shameBringing joy witcha smiles, tripping when you first walkedKnowing somebody`s child is gettin outlined in chalkJust relieved it ain`t you, I got much love for you booCause it ain`t nuthin that these skanless niggaz in these streets won`t doStop me if I`m lying, see my race is steady dyingShort methods to making cream, bullets sprays and shatters dreamsSee basically, Chi-town`s game-related and designedNiggaz store up theirs and down opposite signsChorusOutro: Sean Lett, CommonIt`s like that y`all (yeah yeah)Common Sense and dirty mizer on the set y`allSean LettWe gonna get down like thatMy man Eddie C on the boardWe coming through y`all for eighty-seventh streetSeventy-first and everybody in South showWe coming through for niggaz on the West sideDown in the ickies, all up and down stateWe gonna keep it straight like thatWe straight out for goldYou call it Chi-town it`s still our townHolding it down like this with that eighty-seven soundWe talking about rocking niggaz state to state nationwideOn the real it`s like thatStraight up South side is where we loafShit be real around these parts, I`m seriousYouknowhatI`msayin? Hear meYou know what? We out though