BLACKS N MEXICANS - ScHoolboy Q/Ty Dolla $ign.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : Tyrone Griffen Jr./Quincy Hanley/James Ro Dernst Emile II/Maurice Young/Louis Mario Freese
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Tyrone Griffen Jr./Quincy Hanley/James Ro Dernst Emile II/Maurice Young/Louis Mario Freese
[00:02.132] It's crazy 'cause we all started together
[00:05.000] You know, you go next door to Mario house (On the real)
[00:07.960] Y'all exchange video games, know each other on a personal level
[00:11.771] Now that these crackers got us at odds with one another
[00:15.143] We done lost sight of the greater good (On the real)
[00:17.762] We just live in peace and harmony
[00:19.813] 'Cause we all come from God at the end of the day (Talk to 'em)
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[00:22.505] L.A.-L.A., L.A.-L.A., ayy
[00:25.151] He either Blood or he Crip or ese, ayy
[00:27.803] I be out in Compton wearin' [?], ayy
[00:30.375] Then I slide to Bompton, rest in peace [?]
[00:32.668] I'm a West side nigga, get it, best side
[00:35.132] Got some real steppers with me from the East side
[00:38.094] 2022, I'm runnin' for the mayor
[00:40.764] Get it posted, lil' homie, get your paper
[00:43.467] Momma kicked me out the house, she said I'm disrespectful
[00:46.154] My lil' brother went to prison, we was livin' reckless
[00:48.847] Sergio was next door, we did our first tattoo
[00:51.647] And you interrogate if you ain't got it blasted on you, ooh
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[00:54.811] Welcome to the jungle, in my hand, holdin' thunder
[00:56.973] On my block, call my number, put your ass in the slammer
[00:59.641] Runnin' hot like the Cali' summer
[01:01.566] When I was younger, the division used to put us under
[01:04.061] Now don't you wonder? Feelin' blind from the one time
[01:06.805] See us in, at the county on the gray line
[01:09.673] And all I ever had was money on my ****in' mind
[01:12.362] Now I'm livin' in the war zone, gettin' mine
[01:15.077] You understand?
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[01:16.136] You gotta get up outta there
[01:17.741] We was gonna walk out on them
[01:19.139] On they shit, the de Mayo thing
[01:20.767] So we did
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[01:21.703] Ayy, eighth grade, I never want to stay
[01:24.014] We done took too many fades, tables ****in' up grades
[01:26.661] It was Black versus Mexican, fightin' in the locker room
[01:29.548] Walkin' down the block at night, hop out, pop at you
[01:32.361] Always with the extra, never turn down
[01:34.687] It was mixed dimes and dubs 'til we got the whole pound
[01:37.646] Po-po, police, always gettin' profiled
[01:40.371] Black, rest in peace, they did my niggas so foul
[01:43.090] Me and J, them, twenties took the fifties off
[01:45.779] We was out in '54, meals in [?]
[01:48.498] Push as hell, B, we got the bitty on lock
[01:51.110] Can't believe we lost your pops, always said we'd be on top
[01:53.922] Tried tell me, "Thug niggas don't live that long"
[01:56.252] Tried tell me, "Thug niggas don't live that long"
[02:01.580] They tried to tell me that I'd never make it, ooh
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[02:09.610] I got pistols hopin' to fade, what's the play? (Ayy)
[02:13.441] Nigga, you gettin' smoked underage, feelin' godly (Ayy)
[02:16.047] This molly my only crime (Brrt, brrt), ooh, yeah
[02:18.955] Tiffany shades, this a wave
[02:20.700] For the fame we change, all we wanna be was gang (Ayy)
[02:23.363] Throw the charger or knock 'em, be hangin', we on the way
[02:26.383] In the mean, deaf crackers, we can't escape, uh
[02:29.091] Judge give me twenty, hell in my mother's face, agh
[02:31.793] Many men in minivan, hit the gate, uh
[02:34.489] Mask, hoodie, 'cause this Crippin' ain't got a race, uh
[02:37.180] Lord willin' until we runnin' out of faith
[02:39.962] No fathers and dead homies, another day (Brrt)