Текст песни Mac Mall w Cold 187um and Kokane - Opening Doors
Mac Mall w Cold 187um and Kokane - Opening Doors слова песни
What`s goin` on manYeah, motherfuckers wanna ask me how I got startedWell it`s a long ass story, you knowHella dates, times, hella namesJust a youngsta in tha gameLet me ask you a question though, potnaTell me nigga have you ever watched your family starvingI been there at 6 in the morning when rollers barge inI had to generations of your family hooked on ...All this drama and still my cuddies keep fallin`3 summers ago my older cousin` tried ballin`And when tha judge got him a crooked jury he started fallingSlow down youngsta that`s what my mother keep callin`3 steps ahead of death I been that way since I was crawlingLate 89 Freaky D. fronted me a whole oneOnly 13 cooked it up and then I sold someFetti came fast cause the story street was poppin`Pushin` in Nikes and now I hit tha block knockin`Crestside playa bending a corner in them ChevsAnd let me get funky we rip the city in to shredsSome say they livin` close to the edge, well I was raised thereGot my shit together, hit tha track and got paid thereAnd never did I stress of the jail termesSome say it`s filthy money but it`s well earnedSo why some tell you `Just say no`I`m gettin` vicious about my hustle steady opening doorsChorus:(Cold 187um & Kokane)You got to go out there, and handle your businessOpen them doors, handle yours, alrightSaid it`s allright, leanin` to the sidePimpsters and gangsta leanBaddest playa on the scene3 years later still young in tha streetsStarted writing playa raps still slangin` tha DI came wit Crack The 40 and Pay This PimpFirst time I touched a microphone I knew I had this gift to uuuhMake a million, stop coke dealingSo I got wit Mac Dre, we got paper to makeI did a 7 song EPBut it didn`t get released Cause my cuddie was to hard for the fuckin` policeOn the real it was a straight conspiracyFeds set my potna up don`t want the town hearing meThey got my folks in the system, thought I was washedNo record, no money, no hoes on the jockAnd I was just so closeGot me thinkin` what the devil wanna do me forSo now I`m back to the track where I came fromSame soldier, same streets, up in tha same crumbsThem wanna see a playa straight starving and brokeInstead of pimpin` and livin` and steady opening doorsChorusA year later it got a little greaterMe and Khayree now we`re gettin` young playas togetherDropped Illegal Business had the V-Town sewedWe sold 200.000 + independent, hoeDown with YBB but I had to do my own shitGet full control or you be broke as fuckin` gone quikBut I knew it all started from StrictlyNo matter what tha suckas do the game is still in mePacked up my mackin` and my Crestside slangTook some ...now it`s tha youngsta running his thangsAnd now a nigga got action went straight platinumSo when you buy this tape I`m the one that`s doin` stackin`Pulled them licks and had to slang lleyoNow I`m in tha industry straight opening doorsChorusYeah, yeah so I guess it all worked out you know what I`m sayingIt all started from a dream from my nigga young Michael RobinsonBetter know as The MacShit went all through Mac Dre, Young Coolio you know what I`m sayingIndeed this shit is livin` through meYoung Mac ass Mall 1995 pimp or die