Текст песни Goodie Mob - Good Nigga
Goodie Mob - Good Nigga слова песни
[Big Gipp]We fixin` run this shitWe fixin` to put our own shit out[Verse 1: Big Gipp]From A-Town, so I`ma put up my hoodYou pay for what chu` get, determines whether you chief ridin`Live, keep goodIf a job don`t find you, struggle usually willMostly attracted at this skill, makin` you feelUgly inside, huh, and the feel pretty about my lifestyleCause I get mine, apartment complex and services since I was a childSo it ain`t shit for me to clamp down on my heartsUh, try Mr. Ed, throwin` bow in the middle where niggas don`t danceAll they do is scrapI signed the club and back of niggas trucksMaster told ya how it get, I sell more drug fireRun away slave and challenges growin` upYa shit`s shaved and bathedHit the stage and split it four waysThen after they end up in stateYou be so raged like you can`t really get ScarfaceRap-A-Lot slashed awayBut don`t be too star struck to realizeWhat`s being done to you on a regular basisPlus it`s never been educationStill workin` for the white manStill got em` pissed off in this customShave yo head, trim yo billAnd don`t forget to get realWatch you grill, some wounds never healSo we erasin` motivated hate crimes[Chorus: Cee-Lo]Yeah, well I`m a truth niggaNot a brand new niggaA do what I gotta do niggaA just like you niggaA just tryin` to make it through niggaLike I should nigga, hood niggaI`m a good niggaYeah, well I`m a truth niggaNot a brand new niggaA do what I gotta do niggaA just like you niggaA just tryin` to make it through niggaLike I should nigga, hood niggaI`m a good nigga[Verse 2: Khujo]It`s the A-Town slum all up in the micNeed to ride the Converse, switch it up with the NikeSmokin` Wayne reds and them o-r bluntsCandy apple Lac with the rght on the trunkSomewhere, some fell man soft and hardAlways would chase paper to stop my heartWasn`t on anything that ain`t me, trust thisTo my cousin, set free I`ma drop thisI got shit that`ll go through wallsAnd when I click, it ain`t no lawsWe get buck, crunk from here to HoustonRockin` straw hats, drinkin` outta big jarsSwirvin` into big ships scopin` out the next way to get paidGotta a phone call from Lil` J[Cee-Lo & Khujo]OK we on the way y`all (OK we on the way homeboy)OK we on the way y`all (OK we on the way homeboy)[Chorus][Verse 3: Cee-Lo]Well I don`t wanna take too much of ya timeBut cha` now how I get when I start to rhymeCome on, something gets in him and he starts talking the talkGet up in yo mind and provokin` the thoughtOK I teach the day, yesterday for the day we diedEveryday like everything is OKThey good, they down for they pride, they down for they sideThey down for they ride, they always try, they dieNiggas ain`t real when they rappin`So I put my crackin` to casual cappin`Statistics waitin` to happenOh, and let me tell ya what`s nextI`m used to braggin` macho, be gettin` RolexThey gonna take ya baby mama welfare checkCause I`ma for real, up in the projectsAnd what they say, realize the blowShake that thang cause you can`t make money no mo`We searchin` but we ain`t got no strategies that foldYa gon` lose when the pack is on roll, for sho`Oh and it`s on but do what cha` what cha` wantI just want it to be known, and I`m goneFuckin` with the 5th Ward and the 4th it`s on[Chorus][Verse 4: T-Mo]Misunderstood is a good nigga goin` un-reportedCoke be goin` sold next homicides, drive by`s (Da, da, da)At my spot, at the angel spot so hotThat we don`t even see y`all passin` us byLeavin` although we exhibit the painSo much pain for a young, ready to gun niggaWatch out for the day, thinkin` bout theDirty past, with the future bout to bust you in ya faceYou didn`t know that Ghetto Boys and Goodie Mob was in the placeWe workin` on a punk ass niggaThat thought this motherfuckin` shit was flirtBad niggas work and I`ma workAnd give me love when we hit the sceneYa know what I mean[Chorus]