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  • Текст песни East Said Crips - East Said Crips

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    [Chorus:]
    I was raised in the hood called what the fuck nigga
    W.C., ya better duck nigga
    Fuck me, you're out of luck nigga
    ("This is Los Angeles", "This is Los Angeles")
    I was raised in the hood called what the fuck nigga
    W.C., ya better duck nigga
    Fuck me, you're out of luck nigga
    ("This is Los Angeles", "This is Los Angeles")

    [W.C.:]
    This shit don't stop, I'm still stackin' my cash
    Out in the backyard with niggaz hidin' crack in they ass
    It's gettin' kinda hot but I ain't leavin' the spot
    Cause don't nobody give a fuck if I'm eatin' or not, nigga
    South Central, the gangbang capital
    Where gun fire's rampid, the one-time be gafflin'
    Murder is a headline, half an ounce of chronic is a misdemeanor
    One gram of hard is fed' time
    The name of the game is survival
    Keep the thang on me like a preacher do a Bible
    Fuck unity, ain't no motherfuckin' one love
    Crips killin' Crips nigga, Bloods killin' Bloods
    Niggaz tellin', gotta stay outta dodge
    On the stand y'all be singin' like Mary J. Blige
    But I'ma stay cockin' my pistol
    Goin' hard in the paint, niggaz can't stop my dribble

    [W.C.:]
    Out the belly of CA, hated by the D.A.
    Skatin' in a '6-trey drinkin' on E&J
    Everything will C okay
    As I turn this bottle for my niggaz the old way
    South Central L.A. where every day
    The LAPD ghetto bird be yellin' freeze on the P.A.
    You know they wanna lock us away, they laughin' away
    While we killin' each other, the blacks and the eses
    Fuck how much money you make, they gon' hate
    Ballin' ass nigga, they gon' still treat ya like O.J.
    The stereotypes don't go away
    (Little nigga nice car, where the kilos lay?)
    Po-po wanna send us where the P.O.'s play
    Thinkin' we all get our money the Carlito's Way
    Charles Manson could kill and live to see another day
    But if you're black like Tookie they gon' steal you away

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