Текст песни Goodie Mob - Blood, слова песни Goodie Mob

Текст песни Goodie Mob - Blood

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Lock the doors.....!!!!Intro/Chorus: Cee-LoIt`s a shame, when niggas gon` realise we`re the sameHelpin the enemy win the gameIf you a player, use precision, don`t make a decision in hasteBlood is a terrible thing to waste(Big Gipp)In my flip-flops and socks, I walk blocks confusedcos my nose ain`t right, my sight blindSmoke, need somethin from my tokeMore than half my folk vying for the juice of cooked gooseIn the city of disgust, nuttin new blew inbut almost left your bed, yet I said....My mind back home, I roam the path in the treesI give my ankles in the mud for my blood, what happened wassomething for the ill-minded, even though you`re trueyour feet can`t fit in my shoes, I got red in my eyesMy old man still don`t understand whyThe things I do, the way I thinkA hot spell and death feel, got the chokers for the low-low`sSpecialisin in the greeneryCode name: Cardwell, so what`s real?I still float the sidewalks of AbbotsvilleConsume smoke with my folks on the low-leanBlew Dixie Hill to get a little more pote`And if ya can`t find none of the Goodie in the veinsof the ATL, try the wood or the trail(Cee-Lo)I try to make sense outta nonsense each and every dayI got to cos things is kinda crazy round the wayEach word that I say may cut you like a knifeand totally influence and change somebody lifeWho me? I`m 19, and best to have seenwhat I already seenLife taught me a lotThat you ain`t gotta carry no gun to get shotAin`t gotta be no jacker for offense from the highA liquor store on every corner that you walk byI watch my niggas die for no reasonsIn my neighbourhood ain`t nothin changed but the seasonsThem crackers don`t give a fuck, then again why should theyThey evil from their head to they toes so how could theyYou could say, the biggest problem in the black community is lack of unityI love you but I ain`t gon` let you pray for meSo if you must shed blood so be itThe end is comin I can see itYeah, the end is comin I can see it.....It`s in the blood(T-Bu)Me look at myself and say "Damn!"I use to rock Cascade at night and East boundBut now I sit back and take a pullTake out my pin, I`m ready to get a beer, wet, I ???? ????I`m ready to pay my dues, foolWhy choose to trump me, I never did shit but you label me the OutKastSo even if I was to blast on your punk assit wouldn`t change my opinion of a customerThat I was to serve like a bird over on the South West sideand this side better be rollin thickIt`s that G-double O-D-I-E M-O-B to infinity ballinHuh, and callin da wild, cos I don`t smileI keep a grim look and bust a *?poor 6-0 cars?*Out in their yard without a strap ain`t coolYou just a son of your daddy and momma without a tool, foolNo time for weep, incomplete, my story ain`t told to glorify no gloryI lost my sister age nine doin a crime for a hustleSo she died lookin for that muscleYou wonder why I acts how I do, quiet-typeSo I might strike any minute, fool....Step into Zone 3, seeSouth West Atlanta up in this motherfucker deepDon`t sleep, you all, in my cabin bragginbut I can`t hear or see see clearcos we all on the outside, we`re pimpin or homicideAlready so many resting in peace but I can`t sleep til I can believeI`m ready to die for my causeI`m Good cos I`m true to my blood(Khujo)I`ll blast for my family, don`t be mad at meWas it because I didn`t finish C-O-double L-E-G-E?There`s only a punk ass army down while you`re harassin meStop takin me thru episode after episodeThe reason why I ???? ???? is to keep on punching holesin the wall, I had dreams I played ballwit the pros, I pop punts and field goalsDroppin them fat guv`s in the weight roomHad, so nigga on swole but that was in the days of the old stroleNow I`m wisin up to the fuck shit, got a new click to run withBays a left at Campbelltown Plaza, *?Foo-ti and C`s?* and ol` SouthOh yeah, I borrow rollerscott tissue when it`s sun, and papercompletes my grocery list, proceded to my ol` birdin the kitchen cookin chitlinsPre-setting the eggs, the fish, the grits, that hit the spotbut this morning I had to punch the clockWhether it be sittin off in the hills of Dixiewitta pocket full of rocks that iceyCreole, you talkin to me? Ettering bastard, put it down on paperI put a thermal couple of two on `burnt out on capers`Everytime the rubber buck, it was like plus-fools hit from a potented saltScab A-rab, many hoes suckin on your nutsThat`s why I`m stealin your death right now becauselater on you might leave me hanginIs it the noose rhyme on people`s necks when already tangintight, from the dank is dye, and now, banger who am Ito tell you to stop, but don`t be bringin that nonsensein these hills, brass bop Benz in my grillAll the way, Confederate man you thought it was fuck ????You ladies are real ready, it`s jankyon edge, it`s in the killThe beast in you divided who? Me from him?You gotta chance but it`s slim, it`s slimJust walked out the door but yet and stillYou want some ole 9-7-6 gab, slab by slabBroke my community down to its kneesDeep burgundy, haemmorage and internally....B-L-O-O-D.....Hmm, yeah, uhhOutro/Chorus: Cee-LoIt`s a shame, when niggas gon` realise we`re the sameYou helpin the enemy win the gameIf you a player, use precision, don`t make a decision in hasteYou`re blood is a terrible thing to wasteIt`s a shame, when niggas gon` realise we`re the sameYou helpin the enemy win the gameIf you a player, use precision, don`t make a decision in hasteYou`re blood is a terrible thing to wasteWe all blood.....

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