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Текст песни Poor Righteous Teachers - Miss Ghetto

Poor Righteous Teachers - Miss Ghetto слова песни

Yo for truly, we representing for the love of this (this is a love story)Yeah, This one is dedicated to all my niggaz in central New JerusalemAll the brothers who picked up that ring after I put it downAnd took Miss Ghetto to be their unlawfully wedded wivesPoor Righteous Teachers representing the nineIt`s like that and you don`t stopShe`s like cocaine, running around my brainMiss Ghetto be like cocaine, running around your brainI know some crack slingers, crack slingers and cracker shankersThey soldier-train us, teaching their kids to murder strangersThey live for danger, they express the "I a Nigga"Miss Ghetto got `em dreaming of loot and Swiss bankersThe finest weapons, packing tri-action Smith and WessonsUnlike the 80`s, ladies packing 680`s(?)The shit is crazy, but it`s like the ghetto babiesThey gotta eat, so the streets provide the gravyI thought that maybe I could show them that other way Gof Gods and Earths, resurrected through mental birthFrom death to life, teaching niggas of every typeThe wrongs and rights, to put an end to living trifeThe black man is God, the 12th jewel is thirteenThe pursuit of it can make savages out of kingsCause blush, to live with these niggas is in a rushIn God they trust, so they sell crack to usLust for what whitey got and whitey hasCan see your ass on pursuit to get cashTo look thrash, to driving the latest jagsTo rock rags made by Italian fagsSee, I never meant to fall in love with this shitBut Miss Ghetto you`s a slut so I`m divorcing you bitchBust itChorus:I ain`t marrying Miss Ghetto again First chance I get to bounce world life I`m bouncing (x2)She`s like cocaine running around my brain(No matter how much loot I get I`m staying in the projects) (x2)Down in my gutterJust like others there`s teenage mothersThere`s dying brothers, shooting out with one anotherThey wanted badly, for sisters to call them DaddyTo drive a Caddy, stories unheard by Dear AbbyThey`re dressing flashyCan`t be caught in fatigue khakisThey`re rocking cool G(?), versace and cold boots GThese brothers do it for the love of the lifeBut I refuse to fall twice and take Miss Ghetto to wifeI used to sex her, bust my nut, get my cash real fastBut that was all that she produced, I felt my life wouldn`t lastWe used to go to New York, traffic guns of all sortWhen killing became sport street life became shortI thought, "Are we junkies like these baseheads, YoThey addicted to the crack while we addicted to dough"For truly, I never meant to fall in love with this shitBut Miss Ghetto you`s a slut so I`m divorcing you bitchBust itChorusSee, there go some niggas that I used to roll withStill on that crack and gun shitEndless pursuit to rush shit, bust itMiss Ghetto got `em strung out on the putang creamThat does up Wu-Tang fiends For slingin cocaine, dig itWe used to do the bumper crack for the sexWhile making love to the checks, Miss Ghetto`s steelo complexLiving trifling, no matter where my life wentMiss Ghetto, my new wife, went she made it more excitingFighting, shooting out, doing all types dirtBeing these, seeing G`s putting in much workWord, we used to keep a sisters underwear lacedWith ganja and freebase and bo juice to parlayFlip! Me and my niggas ran the strip pushing dipsBlack cats and plastics, fucking the minds of black kidsTill one day, I was confronted by this wise old chapHe said, "I know you sell crack, but what, you out to kill blacks?"I wasn`t trying to hear it, my excuse sorta weakI said that we gotta eat, that`s why we running these streetsThen he said, "Don`t you know that whitey give you that coke,that bullshit pursuit of plush that got you killing your folk?"Life, I didn`t understand that shit back thenBut now I do so I refuse to roll with whitey againBust itI ain`t marrying Miss Ghetto againFirst chance I get to bounce word life I`m bouncing, niggas.I ain`t marrying Miss Ghetto againFirst chance I get to bounce word life I`m bouncing, niggas.Chorus x2See Gods, you like cocaine, fucking with my brainYou like cocaine, running around my brainFor the love of this...

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