- Live From Roscoe’s(Feat.Kurupt) - live 歌词 Murs
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- Murs Live From Roscoe’s(Feat.Kurupt) - live 歌词
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- Yeah we just riding out Sun shining ya dig
Los Angeles ya dig
We just keeping it real fly
Welcome to the house mane Aye what's up Look
It's just another sunny day
I'm just poking in the sunny shade
Walked in the homie's house got blazed
How does it feel to really have it made
When it's winter time it's still summertime
Let me rewind and take it back to '89
Eminem is up in Englewood
When a nigga barely left the hood
We didn't two step we just walk
We just posted in the park after dark
It's just me and the fellas
Just got off the freeway passing Cinsinella
Now
Let's go to '95
I was gliding from the ground to the sky
You could only be there and see if through my eyes
We was crispy
And might knock niggas the f**k out
Like Jack Dempsey
When we tipsy
Now on to 2009
Revised reprise reinvented
Octopus squeeze the nine
Cause I got's to get all mine
I got a fortess of a Porsche
Two feet from my driveway and my porch
Can you imagine this balling shot calling all in
Waking up to a mountain in the back
About 55 stacks
Hidden underneath my mat-tress
And I can tell you cuz if you come on my premises
I'm gonna show you how I flambe all my lyricists
Fricassee fry cook charcoal and crisp
Provide everyone that intervene and miss
The warning sign is on the front of my fence
Beware Of Dog and I ain't talking about a pit
I'm talking about that cold contra chrome stack hog
I spit toxic effective like ninjutsu and kick boxing
F**k talking
I'm sparking I'm heartless
Unless
You one of my folks or else get toast
I turn it easy on you niggas somebody smoked
Don't f**k around with a real nigga loc
Cause I've got Chrome nines
Cause I've got Real shine
Cause I've got Fly cars
Cause I've got Hood star
I ride by the Pico Roscoe street full of potholes
Bout to get something to eat if they not closed
Selling incense and bootlegs out front
Old pimp nigga with the toupee is on one
He going off about a bitch that he lost
Charge it to the game it's a shame what it cost
I walk in and they already know me
Dude at the counter from the hood he the homie
Keep a menu I won't even front
Just show me to my seat cause I know what I want
I started off with Alicia's Delight
Hard as grease from the feast
I just might need a Sprite
All eyes on me and they staring at my hair
Is that dude from MTV over there
Yeah but I grew up on this side
So you need to quit staring bitch
This ain't a side show
And if she don't quit talking shit
Hold up here my waitress so I'll order up some
Grits Which is my favorite dish
With some red beans and rice
Cause I'm hungry as shit
A couple waffles some other potatoes
Finally off tour it feels great to be home
Picked up my phone
Cause this chick just texted me
Ain't five minutes and the food's all ready
I feel like I ain't eat in weeks
Attack the food like the plate got beef
But no meat cause I'm still on my veggie shit
Finished all my food so I'm ready to dip
I stroll out into the California moonlight
I can see the stars in L A that's a cool night
I hear shots in the distance
The little homies trippin
That's that Mid-City living
They got that heavy artillery
But on the real all this gang shit is killing me
Chaos calamity scream insanity
Communities collapse destruction of family
I'm from a whole another planet see
I guess
It's why these rap niggas ain't understanding me
I'm from the hood with a couple dead homies
You tripping off this rap shit you really don't know me
Cause I've got True friends Cause I've got
A few ends Cause I've got
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