歌曲 | Reach Us |
歌手 | Dilated Peoples |
专辑 | Neighborhood Watch |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Chavez, Oroc, Perreta, Taylor | |
Dilated, dilated, dilated.. [Evidence] | |
Yo I kill ciphers | |
That's how | |
I went from good to | |
God I ain't perfect, yet n' still the hood is ours | |
And it's worthy, good people here work good and hard | |
But the news really only shows crooks and stops | |
It hold you for commercials and talk you into buyin shit | |
I was taught to learn from life and learn from my environment | |
Rocka walks the street as the son of a preacher | |
Who's the son of a preacher with people tryin to reach ya | |
I visualize the rise and realize the falling | |
High as time flies | |
I recognize the calling | |
Went from lavish life to savage life back to lavish life | |
But never average, might be caught like | |
Christ for the sacrifice | |
I still roll up my trees | |
For ? I meditate to roll up my sleeves | |
We adjusting readjust | |
I said I touch the world and the world said | |
Reach us Reach us | |
Open up the world people ? [Evidence] | |
You know these days ain't gettin any longer | |
Now, it's do or die | |
Now or never, time to hit the street | |
We on the move | |
Ride out with shit to prove | |
Everywhere we go they like... | |
It's a green light for you | |
Got lyrics about pleasure some about pain | |
From Southern | |
Cali where they say it never rains | |
It's different dames that make me count blessings | |
We burn for our peeps that ain't here as we sing | |
Reach us In | |
God we trust no doubt that's a must | |
A hundred times see us but still catch the rush | |
And when we fly bless the sky | |
Let your mission unfold | |
You in the car we in the bus bless the road | |
How could | |
I reach you if | |
I wasn't real | |
Might have to go before you really studied the flow | |
And understand the deal | |
This year fuck before mad, loud and clear | |
You know that's the truth they can't | |
Reach us Reach us | |
Say this cause | |
I mean it from the heart | |
Reach us [Evidence] | |
Yo What happened to me, nah what happened to you | |
The crew ain't changed the numbers the sames | |
The lack and the fools, the check for | |
Cali dimes down to | |
Georgia peaches | |
At our shows to book us, ? is how you reach us | |
Got ho's girls | |
I see got queens | |
Got friends got enemies and in-betweens | |
Teacher are students, students are teachers | |
Low key or prestigious | |
I reach you, you reach us | |
I see lines around the block in the snow it's cold now | |
I see people gettin hot when the shot is sold out | |
I see dime pieces to the front to rap along | |
To every word, word for word to every song | |
I raise every head and every arm | |
In every jam from every stage we stand on | |
People climbin over barricades and still | |
I tell security chill, they only tryin to | |
Reach us |
zuo ci : Chavez, Oroc, Perreta, Taylor | |
Dilated, dilated, dilated.. Evidence | |
Yo I kill ciphers | |
That' s how | |
I went from good to | |
God I ain' t perfect, yet n' still the hood is ours | |
And it' s worthy, good people here work good and hard | |
But the news really only shows crooks and stops | |
It hold you for commercials and talk you into buyin shit | |
I was taught to learn from life and learn from my environment | |
Rocka walks the street as the son of a preacher | |
Who' s the son of a preacher with people tryin to reach ya | |
I visualize the rise and realize the falling | |
High as time flies | |
I recognize the calling | |
Went from lavish life to savage life back to lavish life | |
But never average, might be caught like | |
Christ for the sacrifice | |
I still roll up my trees | |
For ? I meditate to roll up my sleeves | |
We adjusting readjust | |
I said I touch the world and the world said | |
Reach us Reach us | |
Open up the world people ? Evidence | |
You know these days ain' t gettin any longer | |
Now, it' s do or die | |
Now or never, time to hit the street | |
We on the move | |
Ride out with shit to prove | |
Everywhere we go they like... | |
It' s a green light for you | |
Got lyrics about pleasure some about pain | |
From Southern | |
Cali where they say it never rains | |
It' s different dames that make me count blessings | |
We burn for our peeps that ain' t here as we sing | |
Reach us In | |
God we trust no doubt that' s a must | |
A hundred times see us but still catch the rush | |
And when we fly bless the sky | |
Let your mission unfold | |
You in the car we in the bus bless the road | |
How could | |
I reach you if | |
I wasn' t real | |
Might have to go before you really studied the flow | |
And understand the deal | |
This year fuck before mad, loud and clear | |
You know that' s the truth they can' t | |
Reach us Reach us | |
Say this cause | |
I mean it from the heart | |
Reach us Evidence | |
Yo What happened to me, nah what happened to you | |
The crew ain' t changed the numbers the sames | |
The lack and the fools, the check for | |
Cali dimes down to | |
Georgia peaches | |
At our shows to book us, ? is how you reach us | |
Got ho' s girls | |
I see got queens | |
Got friends got enemies and inbetweens | |
Teacher are students, students are teachers | |
Low key or prestigious | |
I reach you, you reach us | |
I see lines around the block in the snow it' s cold now | |
I see people gettin hot when the shot is sold out | |
I see dime pieces to the front to rap along | |
To every word, word for word to every song | |
I raise every head and every arm | |
In every jam from every stage we stand on | |
People climbin over barricades and still | |
I tell security chill, they only tryin to | |
Reach us |
zuò cí : Chavez, Oroc, Perreta, Taylor | |
Dilated, dilated, dilated.. Evidence | |
Yo I kill ciphers | |
That' s how | |
I went from good to | |
God I ain' t perfect, yet n' still the hood is ours | |
And it' s worthy, good people here work good and hard | |
But the news really only shows crooks and stops | |
It hold you for commercials and talk you into buyin shit | |
I was taught to learn from life and learn from my environment | |
Rocka walks the street as the son of a preacher | |
Who' s the son of a preacher with people tryin to reach ya | |
I visualize the rise and realize the falling | |
High as time flies | |
I recognize the calling | |
Went from lavish life to savage life back to lavish life | |
But never average, might be caught like | |
Christ for the sacrifice | |
I still roll up my trees | |
For ? I meditate to roll up my sleeves | |
We adjusting readjust | |
I said I touch the world and the world said | |
Reach us Reach us | |
Open up the world people ? Evidence | |
You know these days ain' t gettin any longer | |
Now, it' s do or die | |
Now or never, time to hit the street | |
We on the move | |
Ride out with shit to prove | |
Everywhere we go they like... | |
It' s a green light for you | |
Got lyrics about pleasure some about pain | |
From Southern | |
Cali where they say it never rains | |
It' s different dames that make me count blessings | |
We burn for our peeps that ain' t here as we sing | |
Reach us In | |
God we trust no doubt that' s a must | |
A hundred times see us but still catch the rush | |
And when we fly bless the sky | |
Let your mission unfold | |
You in the car we in the bus bless the road | |
How could | |
I reach you if | |
I wasn' t real | |
Might have to go before you really studied the flow | |
And understand the deal | |
This year fuck before mad, loud and clear | |
You know that' s the truth they can' t | |
Reach us Reach us | |
Say this cause | |
I mean it from the heart | |
Reach us Evidence | |
Yo What happened to me, nah what happened to you | |
The crew ain' t changed the numbers the sames | |
The lack and the fools, the check for | |
Cali dimes down to | |
Georgia peaches | |
At our shows to book us, ? is how you reach us | |
Got ho' s girls | |
I see got queens | |
Got friends got enemies and inbetweens | |
Teacher are students, students are teachers | |
Low key or prestigious | |
I reach you, you reach us | |
I see lines around the block in the snow it' s cold now | |
I see people gettin hot when the shot is sold out | |
I see dime pieces to the front to rap along | |
To every word, word for word to every song | |
I raise every head and every arm | |
In every jam from every stage we stand on | |
People climbin over barricades and still | |
I tell security chill, they only tryin to | |
Reach us |