Burn Us Alive 歌词
| 歌曲 | Burn Us Alive |
| 歌手 | South Park Mexican |
| 专辑 | Time Is Money |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Baby Beesh, Grimm, SPM | |
| Wizard of oz. at the age of 14 | |
| In New Orleans | |
| I met my first dope fiend | |
| A rock and roll king, but this was no dream | |
| Spend so much cash they call me | |
| Mean Joe Green | |
| On the protein caught a case of bullplein | |
| Money to be made when my cell phone ring | |
| Sip codine hoes say | |
| I'm so mean | |
| When my niggas freestylin' bout the same old thing | |
| Cuz I'm serving the white and smoking the green | |
| All the real motherfuckers you'll know what | |
| I mean A cut from my | |
| G's it means nothing to me | |
| To turn my bitch out and let em' fuck her for free | |
| Cuz I know you, and you know me | |
| I got niggas that'll front me two whole keys | |
| True homies that learn to survive | |
| Lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive [Chorus] | |
| [4x] [Grimm] | Lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive |
| I remember way back way back in the day (day) | |
| Used to be broke now this rap shit pays me | |
| Ugh, me and | |
| Los had a million dollar scheme (what?) | |
| Platinum, at the age of 17 | |
| But that ain't shit (nigga) and | |
| I don't give a fuck | |
| Used to roll around in a beat up pickup truck | |
| Used to sit back blow a sweet sip drank | |
| But lost my niggas but | |
| I'm still stuck in the deep game | |
| Hustlin' all night, keeping your money tight | |
| You think you blow us up and everything gonna be alright | |
| Man, kiss my baby make the game my wife | |
| Don't make me cock my shit and put one in your life | |
| You trying to take this because you hate this (bitch) | |
| You'll know when | |
| I am through just to make this (bitch) | |
| And man believe me homie, nigga | |
| I'm a survivor (lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive) [Chorus] [Happy Perez] | |
| Now is you in or out, can't be caught in between | |
| So quick decisions, we swishin' is you thinking of being | |
| See wearing this or that can be something you claim | |
| You put in all in one thing and be described as your name | |
| Again the do's and don'ts | |
| Make sure you know what you swish | |
| Sprays of family get your love treat your hoe like a bitch | |
| It's the ups and downs of the lives that we live | |
| Some niggas fucking around so with their wife and their kid | |
| A lot of give and take, nobody said that it'd be easy | |
| The cheddar ain't always cheesy, the wind ain't always breezy | |
| Believe me from here to there and back | |
| It's all the same like making cane turn to crack for stacks | |
| And black jacks to craps every bait is covered | |
| And break the bread with my brothers | |
| But can't forget my mother | |
| She told me live and die by everything you try (and lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive) [Chorus] | |
| [2x] | Lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive |
| zuo ci : Baby Beesh, Grimm, SPM | |
| Wizard of oz. at the age of 14 | |
| In New Orleans | |
| I met my first dope fiend | |
| A rock and roll king, but this was no dream | |
| Spend so much cash they call me | |
| Mean Joe Green | |
| On the protein caught a case of bullplein | |
| Money to be made when my cell phone ring | |
| Sip codine hoes say | |
| I' m so mean | |
| When my niggas freestylin' bout the same old thing | |
| Cuz I' m serving the white and smoking the green | |
| All the real motherfuckers you' ll know what | |
| I mean A cut from my | |
| G' s it means nothing to me | |
| To turn my bitch out and let em' fuck her for free | |
| Cuz I know you, and you know me | |
| I got niggas that' ll front me two whole keys | |
| True homies that learn to survive | |
| Lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive Chorus | |
| [4x] [Grimm] | Lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive |
| I remember way back way back in the day day | |
| Used to be broke now this rap shit pays me | |
| Ugh, me and | |
| Los had a million dollar scheme what? | |
| Platinum, at the age of 17 | |
| But that ain' t shit nigga and | |
| I don' t give a fuck | |
| Used to roll around in a beat up pickup truck | |
| Used to sit back blow a sweet sip drank | |
| But lost my niggas but | |
| I' m still stuck in the deep game | |
| Hustlin' all night, keeping your money tight | |
| You think you blow us up and everything gonna be alright | |
| Man, kiss my baby make the game my wife | |
| Don' t make me cock my shit and put one in your life | |
| You trying to take this because you hate this bitch | |
| You' ll know when | |
| I am through just to make this bitch | |
| And man believe me homie, nigga | |
| I' m a survivor lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive Chorus Happy Perez | |
| Now is you in or out, can' t be caught in between | |
| So quick decisions, we swishin' is you thinking of being | |
| See wearing this or that can be something you claim | |
| You put in all in one thing and be described as your name | |
| Again the do' s and don' ts | |
| Make sure you know what you swish | |
| Sprays of family get your love treat your hoe like a bitch | |
| It' s the ups and downs of the lives that we live | |
| Some niggas fucking around so with their wife and their kid | |
| A lot of give and take, nobody said that it' d be easy | |
| The cheddar ain' t always cheesy, the wind ain' t always breezy | |
| Believe me from here to there and back | |
| It' s all the same like making cane turn to crack for stacks | |
| And black jacks to craps every bait is covered | |
| And break the bread with my brothers | |
| But can' t forget my mother | |
| She told me live and die by everything you try and lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive Chorus | |
| [2x] | Lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive |
| zuò cí : Baby Beesh, Grimm, SPM | |
| Wizard of oz. at the age of 14 | |
| In New Orleans | |
| I met my first dope fiend | |
| A rock and roll king, but this was no dream | |
| Spend so much cash they call me | |
| Mean Joe Green | |
| On the protein caught a case of bullplein | |
| Money to be made when my cell phone ring | |
| Sip codine hoes say | |
| I' m so mean | |
| When my niggas freestylin' bout the same old thing | |
| Cuz I' m serving the white and smoking the green | |
| All the real motherfuckers you' ll know what | |
| I mean A cut from my | |
| G' s it means nothing to me | |
| To turn my bitch out and let em' fuck her for free | |
| Cuz I know you, and you know me | |
| I got niggas that' ll front me two whole keys | |
| True homies that learn to survive | |
| Lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive Chorus | |
| [4x] [Grimm] | Lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive |
| I remember way back way back in the day day | |
| Used to be broke now this rap shit pays me | |
| Ugh, me and | |
| Los had a million dollar scheme what? | |
| Platinum, at the age of 17 | |
| But that ain' t shit nigga and | |
| I don' t give a fuck | |
| Used to roll around in a beat up pickup truck | |
| Used to sit back blow a sweet sip drank | |
| But lost my niggas but | |
| I' m still stuck in the deep game | |
| Hustlin' all night, keeping your money tight | |
| You think you blow us up and everything gonna be alright | |
| Man, kiss my baby make the game my wife | |
| Don' t make me cock my shit and put one in your life | |
| You trying to take this because you hate this bitch | |
| You' ll know when | |
| I am through just to make this bitch | |
| And man believe me homie, nigga | |
| I' m a survivor lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive Chorus Happy Perez | |
| Now is you in or out, can' t be caught in between | |
| So quick decisions, we swishin' is you thinking of being | |
| See wearing this or that can be something you claim | |
| You put in all in one thing and be described as your name | |
| Again the do' s and don' ts | |
| Make sure you know what you swish | |
| Sprays of family get your love treat your hoe like a bitch | |
| It' s the ups and downs of the lives that we live | |
| Some niggas fucking around so with their wife and their kid | |
| A lot of give and take, nobody said that it' d be easy | |
| The cheddar ain' t always cheesy, the wind ain' t always breezy | |
| Believe me from here to there and back | |
| It' s all the same like making cane turn to crack for stacks | |
| And black jacks to craps every bait is covered | |
| And break the bread with my brothers | |
| But can' t forget my mother | |
| She told me live and die by everything you try and lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive Chorus | |
| [2x] | Lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive |
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