Текст песни J-Dawg f Insane - Animosity of a Gangsta
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Chorus (Insane):My black brother, we must, take a chillAnd stop bein`, so damned hostile, tryin` to killHangin`, hustlin`, on the corner, all of the timeBut the feds don`t much slow down, cuz animosity is all you findFirst Verse (J-Dawg):LookYou must have thought that you stopped the manI pull a strap from my belt and straight dropped a manMoms trippin` cuz she heard that I done popped a manBut Ma, why these muthafuckas gotta knock a man?I`m on the block, curb servin` with the rocks in handIt`s 3 o` clock and already I done clocked a grandPuttin` food in my Grandmama pots and pansHangin` with criminals, growin` plots and plansTalkin` bout niggas shootin` pool and don`t plot to stanceCross the boss, you and the Devil got`z to danceWhen it`s over you ain`t goin` to the Doctor manCuz where you goin`, you gone be covered with lots of sandShots to land, I hustle cuz I got`z too manBurnin` trees, gettin` higher than the Rasta manPopo`s done caught me smugglin` and contrabandsI`m dead wrong, on the phone with Johnnie Coch-er-ran>From that O.J. shit, he got lots of fansUnder pressure, time to dress up for the block againNow watch the planUnfoldMama pray for my soulI`m burnin` in Hell for tryin` to survive in the World that`s so coldChorusSecond Verse (J-Dawg):This World is colder than a Polar BearCollect my thoughts before I toss it back and roll up a squareYou don`t scare me nigga, I know all you`re blowin` is airNow I`m a fugitive because of what I hold in the airI have to be all dressed in black, come and show you the careAnd I`ll be bustin` at the church before the opening prayerAnd ain`t no holdin` me thereAnd even though it ain`t fairThey find me guilty, I`m still walkin`, fool I smoke with the mayorSo fuck a load in the airJust come and roll to the squareYou cross the camp, you best to bail cuz you provokin` a bearNever start lovin` bitches legs until I opened a pairBut now I`m fiendin` for the pussy, blowin` smoke in the airBut watchin` out for burnin` bushes like I`m smokin` up thereAin`t have no nuts when I was nine, I had to grow me a pairSo throw up a flareAnd tell Mama pray for my soulI`m burnin` in Hell from tryin` to survive in the World that`s so coldChorusThird Verse (Insane):When I catch you, bitches know I make it hard to returnBitch I`m Insane, you heard of me, the one that slaughtered your chirrenAnd popos, makin` this paper thing harder to earnI`m like Jesus, still waitin` on my Father`s returnMakin` paper stacks, skills, slangin` water that burnA million and one camp niggas beauguardin` your firmRemember the time, we came to home and Brian slaughted some sherm?Heard the game`s to be sold, it`s gone cost you to learnI`m watchin` "Friday" thinkin` Big Worm`s a dog for that permFuckin` bitches on the floor, now I got carpeted burnI hate a bitch with a pussy lookin` like it`s crawlin` with wormsI keep a six pack of rubber and alcohol for the germsCuz this AIDS shit`s definately cause for concernIn the game of Life you gotta label it a loss of a turnCrosses gone burnTell my Mama pray for my soulI`m burnin` in Hell from tryin` to survive in the World that`s so coldChorus