Текст песни E.S.G. - All American Gangsta
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(*talking*)Say, say yeah-yeah, come here for a minute(listen to me everybody), huh it`s a true story people(I got a story to tell), about a G-A-N-G-S-T-A [E.S.G.]Gangsta, never heard the word befo`Think the first time, I was like nine years oldAll my life been told, don`t you curse or stealDo onto others as they do onto you, be for realSaw my first drug deal, while in the 8th gradeSo this the way, a lot of po` folks be getting paidI wasn`t raised that way, I`m making A`s and B`sBut I`m sick and tired, of having empty ass Christmas treesWasn`t no mongoose for me, or sued Pumas for the BossCouldn`t get no bike, cause my mama laid offSanta Clause ain`t coming, ain`t chimneys in the projectsJust smoked out vents, begging for a long checkHanging on the wrong set, eating cookies and chipsWhile other cats on the track, had cookies to flipExposed me to a new way, to get me some payDay by day, I`m turning to a [Hook](all american gangsta), all my life I wanted to beA real (gangsta), not the kind on TVI mean a (gangsta), and I ain`t talking bout prankstas(a gangsta), talking bout that (all american gangsta)That`s the only life I knowI mean a (gangsta), all about his cash flowI mean a (gangsta), one that just won`t quitA real (gangsta), talking bout (that all american gangsta) [E.S.G.]Coming home, from practiceThrow my jersey in the washer, grab my work from under my mattressBe on the block, 5 to 9 going bout 10The next day I wake up, same thang againTrue sporting letterman, football or hoopsAin`t no telling what you`ll find, stuffed in my Polo bootsAll-city athlete, two T.D`s a gameHop off the bus hit the cuts, three OZ`s of caineSee a year came, all-state putting it down20 points 10 rebounds, scoring six poundsCollege scouts came down, even a few from the pro`sBut little do they know, I`m a [Hook](all american gangsta), all my life I wanted to beA real (gangsta), not the kind on TVI mean a (gangsta), not no studio prankstaBut a (gangsta), talking bout (that all american gangsta)One that, just won`t snitchI mean a (gangsta), keep it real with his clickA real (gangsta), who be putting it downA real (gangsta), till they put me six feet underground (*talking*)I`m a gangsta, know I`m sayingBut I ain`t finished yet, come here (listen to me everybody)Ha true story, (I got a story to tell)About a G-A-N-G-sta [E.S.G.]I got some scars to prove, I refuse to loseYou gotta pay some dues, wanna fill my shoesNow which road should I choose, a gangsta or a jockWhich team should I choose, the field or the blockIt`s a good day, feel like grinding todayCause tomorrow, gon be national signing dayWho should I choose, Florida State or LSUMean while this cat roll, I`m talking bout (hey you)I`m like who me (yeah you, is your name Cedric HillYou`ve been charged with conspiracy, to make a drug deal)Be real, two and a half years being locked awayNow I`m a ex-convict, can`t get a job todayInstead of signing with the pros, and going big timeI spent my day locked away, and signing for my timeLet me put this on your mind, America thank yaYou`re the reason, I turned into the [Hook] (*talking*)G`d up for real nigga, I don`t care where you fromEast Coast, West Coast, Midwest, Dirty SouthGame recognize game, real G`s click for real G`s babyBlue wear blue, red wear red you`re Vice Lord or G.D.We don`t give a damn, long as you bout your moneyE.S.G., SES (all american gangsta)