Текст песни Swoop G f Juice, Keita Rock - Projects
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(Verse 1)Me and Keita Rock, off to our spot in the PJ`sWhere our niggas hold rocks... and glocks and AK`sPut our little homies up on game...Give `em some change2 months passed, they move 32 whole thangsKeys... OG`s, set up shopAnd let the BG`s hold the blockAnd work the spotsAnd tote them glocksSo you might get shotThem little niggas in the projects be bangin` a lotNow... don`t you know that you was trippin` when you came through?Tryin` to buy your work and wasn`t framed up with no blue?Got jacked, couldn`t react...Don`t get backLeft you naked in the parking lot, holdin` your sackAnd that`s... just... how the shit goSo don`t be fuckin` with them projects on the West CoastYeah... you gotta bad bitch, huh?You wanna roll through the projects get your dick sucked, and get fucked?But you got fucked in the wrong kind of fuck-inWrong color car, niggas saw your car and start bustin`No questions askin`Just niggas who be mashin`In Watts... they got some real cold assassins(Chorus - Swoop G)Yeah, Wilmington Arms...Where my niggas got the strapsNickerson Gardens...Where my niggas got the sacksJordan Downs...That`s when my niggas kick it at:In the projects...In the projects...Yeah...I said, Wilmington Arms...Where my niggas got the gatsNickerson Gardens...That`s where them niggas got the sacksJordan Downs...That`s when my niggas kick it at:In the projects...In the projects...(Verse 2 - Juice & Swoop G)Pull up to the curb in that fresh, wet tintYup, they 100 spokes, ghetto fabulousRemmy in my cupBangin` my own shitGo and get a cup... what up?(I ain`t seen you in a minute)On the D-L livin` it up(Ay, Juice...)What?(You know what happened to cup?)(They caught him paper chasin`, he wasn`t givin` a fuck)(You got them sacks on deck?)Yup, you know it...20`s, 50`s, 100`s, you know the streets, we run itI`ma get mineEverytimeHold to make a knotWhat cha got on the drink?Headed to the store, across the street from the projectsGun play... that shit still crackSome get hit and don`t hit backFront-back, side-to-side3-wheel motionWe floss the most and it`s onRepresenting the projects(Chorus)(Verse 3 - Keita Rock)Swoop G, let me put you up on some project shitIn Southern California, niggas call `em the bricksSome bang Blood... some bang CripI met a bad ass, yellow-bone, project bitchSo you know, like I knowThat I`m assed-out to the Pablo`sIn the blue FordBlue KhaksBlue Chucks, with the tongue foldPablo`s ??? from the parkin` lotA nigga life on the line, for a piece of cockSo I grabbed my 4-5, out the stash spotPut it to my side, and hang through the parkin` lotLittle niggas like: "Blood, that`s Keita Rock...He fucks with the big home boy Stutter-Box"So back the fuck up, niggaYou`re crowdin` my spaceIt`s the nigga with that L.A. Dodger faceDeath Row blew a flamePiru, 60 gangAnd every project that I bang through, respect my name(Chorus)