Hey, welcome to DA nigga I really thought I was a drummer for a second there
Follow me home, see where I was rose Like the one in 2Pac's song that grew from the concrete Half a line in Del Amo on cross streets Baby baby mommas strappin' babies in carseats Niggas failed art class, still they'll draw heat Design a murder scene faster than an architect with a masters One out of three niggas you know slang, that's a accurate fraction Sunday dinner denim for packin' a mac in Cheese in the pockets of potential rocket scientists gone bad Like good girls movin' too rapid Had it not been for the social status we after, our Minds could've been on more than after hours Some of us become legends, some are labeled as cowards Others fall in between, I say I'm a king Now you can disagree or kiss the ring Either way nigga's kneel to my feet, don't be late And if you make it in time to hear the trumpets, I Know you gon' love it 'cause I love it What's that?
My city blowin' them horns, it sounds like It sounds like It sounds like It sounds like It sounds like
Who wanna go 15 in a Del Amo park alley Used to battle with the pep rally Rest in peace Prospect, I miss you like a missile I can vision you blowing up I launch it in your memory soldier Ask capital Z about snap capital G How we used to wear triple A's and Footlocker T's Two toned fitteds from swap meet Prepaid Nokias would light up antennas at the AMC movie theater Back when the bitches wouldn't holler I was short 75 cent, he threw me a dollar Can't forget J Silk, my ace boon coon On me JT would've been proud of you We used to mob to McDonalds every day after school Or Shakey's for pizza if our allowance would allow it I was wildin' saggin' with the crips I had no business I learned, job or no job your ass better be with the business I became an alchemist over instrumentals I'm Jim Dear over here, that's the mayor say your prayers It's C-A-R-son, daughter, father, mother's own Turn my shakin' haters off and I'm right at home And if you at home with me and hear the trumpets I know you gon' love it, 'cause I love it What's that?
My city blowin' them horns, it sounds like It sounds like It sounds like It sounds like It sounds like [Bridge: Ab-Soul] How you like your stay so far? Is it all it's cracked up to be?
If you ever caught the Carson Circuit Ditchin' fifth period to hit the mall, then I hope you hearin' this I do this for y'all, 'cause y'all can relate to me, you're my family If you went to Cheapwood, Frog Acres, or Banana Lee And still hit the ARCO on Del Amo and Central for gasoline Chances are we know each other well Not the one for wishes or for fishes, more like good If you touched every Carson corner I once stood, then would you Just open your ears and hear the trumpets, I know you gon' love it 'Cause I love it
Sound so beautiful, don't you agree? Really feel like, really feel like I'm the king of Carson right now man For real, nothing y'all niggas could tell meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
