Raised in the Dead End 歌词
| 歌曲 | Raised in the Dead End |
| 歌手 | K-Rino |
| 专辑 | Book Number 7 |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : K Rino | |
| (talking:) | |
| Yeah, your boy K-Rino man | |
| I got love, for ery'body | |
| But I'ma tell y'all, a little some'ing | |
| Bout where I come from, listen | |
| (Hook:) | |
| I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood | |
| K-Rino, South Park Coalition | |
| I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood | |
| It don't matter where you from, if you real it's all good | |
| I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood | |
| K-Rino, South Park Coalition | |
| I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood | |
| Esperad's or King Scape, Orleans Summerwood | |
| (K-Rino:) | |
| I represent one of the realest hoods, that you'll see | |
| Where we sleep a hour a day, and hustle for 23 | |
| When it's plex we don't get mad, we just get even | |
| And if paper ain't on your mind, you must not be breathing | |
| We ain't tripping spring fall, summer winter we grind | |
| And police, be hating ninety-nine percent of the time | |
| You can find what you need, pills weed or powder | |
| And bring your gal around these playas, you might leave without her | |
| If it's some dirt to get done, we done already did it | |
| In whatever way it can get got, that's how we gon get it | |
| Matter fact was in the back, but we earn the lead | |
| We learned how to throw them thangs, before we learned to read | |
| Don't slip, or you could lose a ride that you just got | |
| Might get cussed out, by a lil' mama posted up at the bus stop | |
| We'll click up, but we don't mind standing alone | |
| And don't come here on vacation, cause you might not make it home | |
| (Hook) | |
| (K-Rino:) | |
| You got a pistol and you broke, all you need is a mask | |
| Got a car some conversation, then it's easy to smash | |
| Grind for 26-9, chunking G's in a stash | |
| You come around here acting hard, we put them beads on your ass | |
| Use to skip school, to pick up street knowledge from G's | |
| Making millions, without diplomas or college degrees | |
| Everyday some gun fire, penetrated the air | |
| You might get set up by the same chick, that braided your hair | |
| If you know about some dirt, then you bet not tell it | |
| The whole hood is like a Flea Market, you need it we sell it | |
| Put a stunt behind some paper, you might get hid | |
| If we don't know you and you come around, you might get slid | |
| Young hustlers trying to get it, cooking work in the kitchen | |
| And if the police is your partnas, then you must be snitching | |
| 95 percent, of my hood ain't no punk | |
| Can buy some clothes or c.d.'s, and some weed out the same trunk | |
| (Hook) | |
| (K-Rino:) | |
| Every man for his self, don't expect no favors | |
| The dope dealer and the preacher, might be next do' neighbors | |
| It ain't hard to get swallowed up, your girl'll get jacked | |
| One day she innocent, and the next day she working the track | |
| You ain't got no real stripes, if you bringing in mail | |
| And you ain't sending in no paper, to your homies in jail | |
| They say you ain't promised tomorrow, it's worse where I'm from | |
| If it's twelve o'clock, you ain't promised twelve-o-one | |
| We ain't tripping on your money, we ain't tripping on your ride | |
| We ain't trying to knock your hustle, we ain't plexing with your side | |
| We ain't hating on your come up, we just trying to make our own | |
| And ain't gon let no out-of-towners, disrespect us in our zone | |
| Run the streets all night, bust without no warning | |
| Hit the club the after hours, and then church the next morning | |
| Haters dissing our region, like we some newcomers | |
| If you don't likes us then you leave us, stop trying to eat from us | |
| (Hook) | |
| ( Raised In The Dead End |
| zuo qu : K Rino | |
| talking: | |
| Yeah, your boy KRino man | |
| I got love, for ery' body | |
| But I' ma tell y' all, a little some' ing | |
| Bout where I come from, listen | |
| Hook: | |
| I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood | |
| KRino, South Park Coalition | |
| I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood | |
| It don' t matter where you from, if you real it' s all good | |
| I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood | |
| KRino, South Park Coalition | |
| I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood | |
| Esperad' s or King Scape, Orleans Summerwood | |
| KRino: | |
| I represent one of the realest hoods, that you' ll see | |
| Where we sleep a hour a day, and hustle for 23 | |
| When it' s plex we don' t get mad, we just get even | |
| And if paper ain' t on your mind, you must not be breathing | |
| We ain' t tripping spring fall, summer winter we grind | |
| And police, be hating ninetynine percent of the time | |
| You can find what you need, pills weed or powder | |
| And bring your gal around these playas, you might leave without her | |
| If it' s some dirt to get done, we done already did it | |
| In whatever way it can get got, that' s how we gon get it | |
| Matter fact was in the back, but we earn the lead | |
| We learned how to throw them thangs, before we learned to read | |
| Don' t slip, or you could lose a ride that you just got | |
| Might get cussed out, by a lil' mama posted up at the bus stop | |
| We' ll click up, but we don' t mind standing alone | |
| And don' t come here on vacation, cause you might not make it home | |
| Hook | |
| KRino: | |
| You got a pistol and you broke, all you need is a mask | |
| Got a car some conversation, then it' s easy to smash | |
| Grind for 269, chunking G' s in a stash | |
| You come around here acting hard, we put them beads on your ass | |
| Use to skip school, to pick up street knowledge from G' s | |
| Making millions, without diplomas or college degrees | |
| Everyday some gun fire, penetrated the air | |
| You might get set up by the same chick, that braided your hair | |
| If you know about some dirt, then you bet not tell it | |
| The whole hood is like a Flea Market, you need it we sell it | |
| Put a stunt behind some paper, you might get hid | |
| If we don' t know you and you come around, you might get slid | |
| Young hustlers trying to get it, cooking work in the kitchen | |
| And if the police is your partnas, then you must be snitching | |
| 95 percent, of my hood ain' t no punk | |
| Can buy some clothes or c. d.' s, and some weed out the same trunk | |
| Hook | |
| KRino: | |
| Every man for his self, don' t expect no favors | |
| The dope dealer and the preacher, might be next do' neighbors | |
| It ain' t hard to get swallowed up, your girl' ll get jacked | |
| One day she innocent, and the next day she working the track | |
| You ain' t got no real stripes, if you bringing in mail | |
| And you ain' t sending in no paper, to your homies in jail | |
| They say you ain' t promised tomorrow, it' s worse where I' m from | |
| If it' s twelve o' clock, you ain' t promised twelveoone | |
| We ain' t tripping on your money, we ain' t tripping on your ride | |
| We ain' t trying to knock your hustle, we ain' t plexing with your side | |
| We ain' t hating on your come up, we just trying to make our own | |
| And ain' t gon let no outoftowners, disrespect us in our zone | |
| Run the streets all night, bust without no warning | |
| Hit the club the after hours, and then church the next morning | |
| Haters dissing our region, like we some newcomers | |
| If you don' t likes us then you leave us, stop trying to eat from us | |
| Hook | |
| Raised In The Dead End |
| zuò qǔ : K Rino | |
| talking: | |
| Yeah, your boy KRino man | |
| I got love, for ery' body | |
| But I' ma tell y' all, a little some' ing | |
| Bout where I come from, listen | |
| Hook: | |
| I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood | |
| KRino, South Park Coalition | |
| I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood | |
| It don' t matter where you from, if you real it' s all good | |
| I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood | |
| KRino, South Park Coalition | |
| I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood | |
| Esperad' s or King Scape, Orleans Summerwood | |
| KRino: | |
| I represent one of the realest hoods, that you' ll see | |
| Where we sleep a hour a day, and hustle for 23 | |
| When it' s plex we don' t get mad, we just get even | |
| And if paper ain' t on your mind, you must not be breathing | |
| We ain' t tripping spring fall, summer winter we grind | |
| And police, be hating ninetynine percent of the time | |
| You can find what you need, pills weed or powder | |
| And bring your gal around these playas, you might leave without her | |
| If it' s some dirt to get done, we done already did it | |
| In whatever way it can get got, that' s how we gon get it | |
| Matter fact was in the back, but we earn the lead | |
| We learned how to throw them thangs, before we learned to read | |
| Don' t slip, or you could lose a ride that you just got | |
| Might get cussed out, by a lil' mama posted up at the bus stop | |
| We' ll click up, but we don' t mind standing alone | |
| And don' t come here on vacation, cause you might not make it home | |
| Hook | |
| KRino: | |
| You got a pistol and you broke, all you need is a mask | |
| Got a car some conversation, then it' s easy to smash | |
| Grind for 269, chunking G' s in a stash | |
| You come around here acting hard, we put them beads on your ass | |
| Use to skip school, to pick up street knowledge from G' s | |
| Making millions, without diplomas or college degrees | |
| Everyday some gun fire, penetrated the air | |
| You might get set up by the same chick, that braided your hair | |
| If you know about some dirt, then you bet not tell it | |
| The whole hood is like a Flea Market, you need it we sell it | |
| Put a stunt behind some paper, you might get hid | |
| If we don' t know you and you come around, you might get slid | |
| Young hustlers trying to get it, cooking work in the kitchen | |
| And if the police is your partnas, then you must be snitching | |
| 95 percent, of my hood ain' t no punk | |
| Can buy some clothes or c. d.' s, and some weed out the same trunk | |
| Hook | |
| KRino: | |
| Every man for his self, don' t expect no favors | |
| The dope dealer and the preacher, might be next do' neighbors | |
| It ain' t hard to get swallowed up, your girl' ll get jacked | |
| One day she innocent, and the next day she working the track | |
| You ain' t got no real stripes, if you bringing in mail | |
| And you ain' t sending in no paper, to your homies in jail | |
| They say you ain' t promised tomorrow, it' s worse where I' m from | |
| If it' s twelve o' clock, you ain' t promised twelveoone | |
| We ain' t tripping on your money, we ain' t tripping on your ride | |
| We ain' t trying to knock your hustle, we ain' t plexing with your side | |
| We ain' t hating on your come up, we just trying to make our own | |
| And ain' t gon let no outoftowners, disrespect us in our zone | |
| Run the streets all night, bust without no warning | |
| Hit the club the after hours, and then church the next morning | |
| Haters dissing our region, like we some newcomers | |
| If you don' t likes us then you leave us, stop trying to eat from us | |
| Hook | |
| Raised In The Dead End |
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