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Текст песни Chiddy Bang - Neighborhood (feat. Mike Bigga)

20 сентября 2013 г. Просмотров: 1056 RSS
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[Verse 1: Chiddy]

Come take a look in my neighborhood, another day up in the ghetto

And grandma cookin' got the breakfast in the kettle

Was nothin' like you were picturin', ever before

Revenge is probably probable, they settle the score

Shit, we don't settle for less, we settle for more

We never was ballin' and still without the credit we score

It's Bob Marley, we just lookin' for Redemption

And we find ways to claim the kids to get exemptions

Uh, then I used to play the cookout

And then I went the book route, now all you rappers look out

Just a Kid in the Hall, Arsenio

She could give me knowledge, high definition, Vimeo

I won't give a penny though, and still the boys all fuego

And what I spit is magic, like it's Vegas at the trade show

So rollin' late is good, my homies made it good

And this is just another day up in my neighborhood



[Chorus:]

The neighborhood ain't the same no more

Used to ride the bus now we ride on tour

Used to dress plain now we on the plane

Used to play games now we live the game

The neighborhood is just what you find

Used to open up now we headline

And even though it's crazy I'll be just fine

And I promise you that I'll be comin' back sometime



[Verse 2: Killer Mike]

Come take a look at my neighborhood, see a little girl with the glow

Timidly tellin' momma what momma already know

See momma faced the same situation years ago

Sixteen to seventeen odd years or so

Momma was a pregnant sophomore in ninety-fo'

She worked hard went to school and made it out the ghetto

Now momma sittin' in the living room, trippin' fool

Wonderin' how her baby done got pregnant skippin' school

Momma just cried, just cursed

Momma lookin' at the sky askin' Lord am I cursed?

Am I cursed, Lord not my baby

There ain't no charms in the world this crazy

The girl's ain't smart and the boy's just lazy

And unlike us, they'll never make it

So momma makes the heavy-hearted decision

To take her daughter to clinic even though she is a Christian



[Chorus:]

The neighborhood ain't the same no more

Used to ride the bus now we ride on tour

Used to dress plain now we on the plane

Used to play games now we live the game

The neighborhood is just what you find

Used to open up now we headline

And even though it's crazy I'll be just fine

And I promise you that I'll be comin' back sometime



[Verse 3: Chiddy]

Come take a look at my neighborhood, Nigerian queen named Geraldine

Made it to the US, she was only eighteen

We ain't have a great scheme, no MBA

And when she came she stayed at the YMCA

Go figure, magna cum laude they should honor us

Had an only daughter with a man named Donatus

And you better swell, had a second child

Moved to New Jersey, we could turn the sorrow to a smile

Nobody would bet me up, such a juvenile

They say the middle child's always a little wild

But I'm only guilty of my innocence

Relate to Wyclef, Memoir Of An Immigrant

From a place where they tell you poverty's imminent

Momma's stressed out at work, now that's legitimate

Now they could hate the hood, my family made it good

And this is just another day up in my neighborhood



[Chorus:]

The neighborhood ain't the same no more

Used to ride the bus now we ride on tour

Used to dress plain now we on the plane

Used to play games now we live the game

The neighborhood is just what you find

Used to open up now we headline

And even though it's crazy I'll be just fine

And I promise you that I'll be comin' back sometime

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