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Donald-D

Another Night in the Bronx

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Текст песни Donald-D - Another Night in the Bronx

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Gunshot blast, what was his last words?Damn, everybody in the neighborhood heardGunshots ringin out in the p.m.And when we saw him, nobody knew himWas he a drug dealer, who would be the squealer?I wonder if the brother knew his killerAs the cops stepped in, the posse cold stepped This was another night in the B-r-o-n-xLocal hoods playin me close, playin my goldTill I told em: "Put that bullshit on hold"Another night in the Bronx, I`m hangin soloCause my girl went to visit her dad in Puerto-RicoSportin the gear made by ?Dos Clothes?Called the O.J. car, it was time to strollThrough the streets of your neighborhood like a paradeI was jockin my fade that I got from Dave`sRolled down the windows, cause they were tintedSkeezers gathered and the Dee resentedThe driver pulled off like the 100 yard dashThey only wanna hang because I`m pullin in cashGraduated from Morris High, not `Street Academy`But still street smart, I knew I had to bePimpin my lyrics to a beat like thisWhile thinkin `bout the suckers on my shit listUp on the ave. I put a quarter in the phoneUsed slang, but Chilly-D wasn`t homeWent to Islam crib, the posse was thereWith some cuties while one braided his hairWe listened to a tune from the Zulu KingsWe was all into it when the telephone ringsI pick it up and say, "Yo, who it be?"It was the L.A. Player, pimpin Ice-TWe rapped for a second, then I gave it to IsBut one of the cuties was all in my bizShe asked if I`m single and would I like to mingle?Tonight, if it`s right, and make her body tingleI gave her a kiss, she started to droolWhen out of the window we heard (Ooooh-ooooh)It was Vansilk, Scorpio and Melle MelAnd Steve-O - who`s out on bailChilly-D came around, gave all a poundSaid the place to be in the Boogie DownIs 371 or the ZodiacWe went to the Zodiac, and it was packedBusy Bee and Caz was runnin the showIt wasn`t snowin outside, but there was snowIn the booth, in the back, in the corner, in the darkThere was cuties in the house, and some that barkedThe freak from Is crib was still tippin meWith her bedroom eyes she was strippin meWe went to the hours motel, she had the feelinShe paid for the room, and then started illinShe took the Moлt bottle, put it in her twatAnd said, "Come on, Dee, now gimme what you got"With her teeth she pulled off my drawersJumped on top and did not pauseFor a second or a minute, half hour or moreShe treated me like I was goin to warLike in Crackerjacks I got my prizeThen I said to myself: how many guysShe had in bed? Then said: what the heck?It ain`t nothin, little somethin that they call sexIt was three in the afternoon when we leftShe was walkin with a limp, I rocked her to deathWe jumped in a cab, straight to my padAnother girlie called me, so she got madI told her to step and catch the trainShe said, "Dee, I wanna be your number one flame"I felt kinda sorry, so I gave her a hugShe was the patient, and I was the drugWord up, y`all, she was sprung on DeeAnd then she took me out on a shopping spreeGot back with Bronx Syle later in the eve`Told him the story, he was ready to skeezeI said, "Her posse can be for the takinThey`re jockin me hard for the records I`m makin"??? Park we were shootin some hoopsWhile the boys on the hill gettin high on a stoopWe was sittin around with the box cold boominThe girlies in the place to be was assuminThe we`ll bust a rap, but we was laid backThey felt self-pity, cause we didn`t strapThem, the same old everyday skeezersWho ain`t nothin to the Dee but dick-teasersAs Red Alert said my song was comin up nextThis was another night in the B-r-o-n-xRunnin low on dough, the trains we couldn`t hopEast ?Tremont? Station crawlin with copsSo we took the walk to E.P.`s restKid Scratch played a beat and I manifestSome lyrics with my ace coon boon Kid JazzTim Jones showed up with a pocket full of cashWe was drinkin O.E. when B-Ski lit a jointJoe said, "Yo, let`s drive down to ??? point"We saw Keisha, whose pussy is looseSellin her body with that faggot BruceSo we stepped off, on to White CastleAs I ate I watched this girl give a nigga big hassleBack on the ave the brothers sellin dopeWhen the sister start yellin, "He snatched my rope!"I gave a chase, slowed the paceStomped the sucker in his faceDamn, blood on my sneaker laceSo I headed to my crib, ??Lambert??On my way I ran into my brother KirkHe said Mick jetted off in a five point oBut he did not know where Mick had to goHe said Bambaataa was with them, and Ikey CAnd then I got a call from Easy A.D.Now I`m cruisin the town in my AudiCops pull me over cause they say I`m rowdySearchin me down, do you know what they found?A real rap trooper from the Boogie DownThat travels the airwaves to everybody burroughDonald-D, y`all, is a devastating, thoroughBred makin bread puttin heads to bedI`m Nikin, you`re bikin in played out Pro-KedsInstead the feds are playin me closeCause I`m the Syndicate Sniper that they want the mostWord up, man??Lambert?? Projects rockin onBronx River ProjectsParkchester174th Street??? Avenue, ??? AvenueDonald-D says peace, y`all

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