Geto Fantasy 歌词
| 歌曲 | Geto Fantasy |
| 歌手 | Geto Boys |
| 专辑 | The Resurrection |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dean, Gregory, Johnson, Jordan ... | |
| I used to watch t.v and see the superstars | |
| Three story mansions and fancy cars | |
| Now picture that a geto boy walking that life g | |
| Coming up in a house full of negativity | |
| Everybody drinking everybody smoking | |
| Everybody cussin' and fussin' like hell i'm hopin' | |
| That i can raise up outta this mess | |
| I'm too damn young to be distressed and oh yes | |
| I went and got what i thought was mine | |
| Did the crime the time and a mother fucker didn't whine | |
| But fuck that shit the jailhouse ain't for me | |
| I got places to go and people to see | |
| Wanna make millions and live to see my grandchildren | |
| That's the mother fucking dream that i'm building | |
| Anybody ain't with that can step the fuck back | |
| It's 41 for the poor one never cries | |
| I used to dream about getting that cash | |
| And buy my mamma a crib and i did before she passed | |
| The good life has no equivalent | |
| It ain't a fantasy no more because i'm living it | |
| (chorus x 2) | |
| Geto fantasies | |
| I don't live here any more | |
| Oh no no no geto fantasy | |
| He said he'd open opportunities | |
| But to me ain't no open opportunities | |
| So shut your mickey d's down in my communities | |
| Cos it ain't helping feed me or my family | |
| And that's the reala | |
| And you can give a twelve gauge to a nigga | |
| Ain't got scrilla | |
| And now you got a born killer | |
| Cap peela | |
| And while you build your penitentiaries for my children | |
| I plant seeds for my children | |
| So when they cross these roads you'll be prepared | |
| And never show no respect to these hoes that never cared for | |
| Plus they only come around to the black folks | |
| When they run they campaign and they lack votes | |
| Once you vote em in they don't know | |
| Once you vote em in they can't do jack for you | |
| I guess it's true when they tell me you don't fight fair | |
| You turn my ghetto into a seething messy nightmare | |
| (chorus x 2) | |
| Geto days keep ghetto thoughts relevant | |
| But geto ways make murder imprevalent | |
| You feel me? | |
| I been through many geto episodes all the same | |
| When will niggas learn to use they mind and maintain | |
| See you're always on the defense | |
| Relying on your street sense | |
| I told you once to use them sense to make dollars | |
| Bot to make a mother holler | |
| That hard shit's kind a hard to swallow | |
| Tomorrow there'll be more killings in the hood | |
| From child abuse to drug dealings it ain't good | |
| They want to see us stuck | |
| Shit out of luck | |
| Can't nobody ever say i didn't try to give a fuck | |
| Cos i did and i do | |
| The rest is up to you | |
| No matter what you do to your hood stay true | |
| And you'll make it | |
| Can't nobody take it | |
| Geto fantasies become realities if you don't let em shake it | |
| (chorus x 5) |
| zuo ci : Dean, Gregory, Johnson, Jordan ... | |
| I used to watch t. v and see the superstars | |
| Three story mansions and fancy cars | |
| Now picture that a geto boy walking that life g | |
| Coming up in a house full of negativity | |
| Everybody drinking everybody smoking | |
| Everybody cussin' and fussin' like hell i' m hopin' | |
| That i can raise up outta this mess | |
| I' m too damn young to be distressed and oh yes | |
| I went and got what i thought was mine | |
| Did the crime the time and a mother fucker didn' t whine | |
| But fuck that shit the jailhouse ain' t for me | |
| I got places to go and people to see | |
| Wanna make millions and live to see my grandchildren | |
| That' s the mother fucking dream that i' m building | |
| Anybody ain' t with that can step the fuck back | |
| It' s 41 for the poor one never cries | |
| I used to dream about getting that cash | |
| And buy my mamma a crib and i did before she passed | |
| The good life has no equivalent | |
| It ain' t a fantasy no more because i' m living it | |
| chorus x 2 | |
| Geto fantasies | |
| I don' t live here any more | |
| Oh no no no geto fantasy | |
| He said he' d open opportunities | |
| But to me ain' t no open opportunities | |
| So shut your mickey d' s down in my communities | |
| Cos it ain' t helping feed me or my family | |
| And that' s the reala | |
| And you can give a twelve gauge to a nigga | |
| Ain' t got scrilla | |
| And now you got a born killer | |
| Cap peela | |
| And while you build your penitentiaries for my children | |
| I plant seeds for my children | |
| So when they cross these roads you' ll be prepared | |
| And never show no respect to these hoes that never cared for | |
| Plus they only come around to the black folks | |
| When they run they campaign and they lack votes | |
| Once you vote em in they don' t know | |
| Once you vote em in they can' t do jack for you | |
| I guess it' s true when they tell me you don' t fight fair | |
| You turn my ghetto into a seething messy nightmare | |
| chorus x 2 | |
| Geto days keep ghetto thoughts relevant | |
| But geto ways make murder imprevalent | |
| You feel me? | |
| I been through many geto episodes all the same | |
| When will niggas learn to use they mind and maintain | |
| See you' re always on the defense | |
| Relying on your street sense | |
| I told you once to use them sense to make dollars | |
| Bot to make a mother holler | |
| That hard shit' s kind a hard to swallow | |
| Tomorrow there' ll be more killings in the hood | |
| From child abuse to drug dealings it ain' t good | |
| They want to see us stuck | |
| Shit out of luck | |
| Can' t nobody ever say i didn' t try to give a fuck | |
| Cos i did and i do | |
| The rest is up to you | |
| No matter what you do to your hood stay true | |
| And you' ll make it | |
| Can' t nobody take it | |
| Geto fantasies become realities if you don' t let em shake it | |
| chorus x 5 |
| zuò cí : Dean, Gregory, Johnson, Jordan ... | |
| I used to watch t. v and see the superstars | |
| Three story mansions and fancy cars | |
| Now picture that a geto boy walking that life g | |
| Coming up in a house full of negativity | |
| Everybody drinking everybody smoking | |
| Everybody cussin' and fussin' like hell i' m hopin' | |
| That i can raise up outta this mess | |
| I' m too damn young to be distressed and oh yes | |
| I went and got what i thought was mine | |
| Did the crime the time and a mother fucker didn' t whine | |
| But fuck that shit the jailhouse ain' t for me | |
| I got places to go and people to see | |
| Wanna make millions and live to see my grandchildren | |
| That' s the mother fucking dream that i' m building | |
| Anybody ain' t with that can step the fuck back | |
| It' s 41 for the poor one never cries | |
| I used to dream about getting that cash | |
| And buy my mamma a crib and i did before she passed | |
| The good life has no equivalent | |
| It ain' t a fantasy no more because i' m living it | |
| chorus x 2 | |
| Geto fantasies | |
| I don' t live here any more | |
| Oh no no no geto fantasy | |
| He said he' d open opportunities | |
| But to me ain' t no open opportunities | |
| So shut your mickey d' s down in my communities | |
| Cos it ain' t helping feed me or my family | |
| And that' s the reala | |
| And you can give a twelve gauge to a nigga | |
| Ain' t got scrilla | |
| And now you got a born killer | |
| Cap peela | |
| And while you build your penitentiaries for my children | |
| I plant seeds for my children | |
| So when they cross these roads you' ll be prepared | |
| And never show no respect to these hoes that never cared for | |
| Plus they only come around to the black folks | |
| When they run they campaign and they lack votes | |
| Once you vote em in they don' t know | |
| Once you vote em in they can' t do jack for you | |
| I guess it' s true when they tell me you don' t fight fair | |
| You turn my ghetto into a seething messy nightmare | |
| chorus x 2 | |
| Geto days keep ghetto thoughts relevant | |
| But geto ways make murder imprevalent | |
| You feel me? | |
| I been through many geto episodes all the same | |
| When will niggas learn to use they mind and maintain | |
| See you' re always on the defense | |
| Relying on your street sense | |
| I told you once to use them sense to make dollars | |
| Bot to make a mother holler | |
| That hard shit' s kind a hard to swallow | |
| Tomorrow there' ll be more killings in the hood | |
| From child abuse to drug dealings it ain' t good | |
| They want to see us stuck | |
| Shit out of luck | |
| Can' t nobody ever say i didn' t try to give a fuck | |
| Cos i did and i do | |
| The rest is up to you | |
| No matter what you do to your hood stay true | |
| And you' ll make it | |
| Can' t nobody take it | |
| Geto fantasies become realities if you don' t let em shake it | |
| chorus x 5 |
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