Текст песни Lord Finesse - Shorties Kaught in the System
Lord Finesse - Shorties Kaught in the System слова песни
[Lord Finesse]Check it..It`s all real in the nine-fo`Shorties kaught up in the systemJust close your eyes..picture a ghetto - break it downBack in the days I was livin swell seeI was ridin bikes, rollerskatin and playin skelziesBut nowadays shit is differentLittle kids be riffin - the motherfuckers won`t listenInstead of shootin tops they shoot glocksThey point em at cops {*BLAM*} and that`s the way they get propsYo, they do what they wannaFuck a nine to five, they makin G`s on the cornerMaterial things is what they want to scoopThey can`t get shit like that, workin for no Summer YouthThey got clients, they livin like giantsThey got the whole drug shit to a scienceThey got, jewels and beepers, hundred dollar sneakersLexus Coupes; windows down boomin the speakersThey got, bitches in flavors, probably fuckin your neighborC`mon - they got shit under control like the mayorMan, you see the news todaySo how you gonna tell these little kids that school`s the way?Yo - it ain`t about I.Q.; some of these kids are makin more than doctors, and didn`t finish high schoolTeenagers are caught up in the systemAnd God forbid if you front on em or try to diss emThey got everything, from nines to shotgunsand they`ll put two in your chest and lounge til the cops comeIf you ain`t from the ghetto this is undercoverBut in ninety-four, shit is real like a motherfuckerTryin to strive nine-to-five out in the streetThere`s no rain or shine, trying to get ends to meetFuck the cops they don`t obey the lawand if you ain`t catch on by now, I ain`t even tryin to say no moreChorus: repeat 2X Shorties be wildinI don`t give a fuck!I`m just a squirrel, that`s out to get a nut Get a nine to fiveWhat? That shit sucks!And besides, I wouldn`t make enough[Lord Finesse]In this time and day, kids get paid in all kinds of waysand get more respect, than niggaz that`s three times they ageI know a child that`s runnin wildThat say fuck playin tag, he`s tryin to get a hundred thou`So it`s hard to find a stable childKids are watchin violent movies, or either got cable nowAnd they catch on so quickbout time they hit 16 they be on some Nino Brown, G.I. Joe shitWhen school is out, they just wanna lampThe last thing on they mind, is motherfuckin summer campAnd eighty out of a hundredAll they wanna do is clock dough, scoop bitches and get bluntedKids is strapped, they be packin shitI seen shorties get iller than villains in some action flickThey say times is rough JackAnd when you tell em cool outman they quick to say, "Fuck that!"Chorus 2X