Delinquent Habits, Sick Jacken - Sick Habits lyrics
[Delinquent Habits, Sick Jacken - Sick Habits lyrics]
Oh yeah know who's checkin' in right now
I'm Ives Irie, "El Capitan"
Checkin' in for Delinquent Habit's
We got Sick Jacken, from the Psycho Realm
You know sick Side!
Everyday I wake up, wipe my green eye
And until I feed my sons
Keep the music alive got the nights oversea
Intend to watch em but I'm
Amidst these desert streets walls that
Only want me to die
Still I find, that in this grind
Good and bad all intertwine in
Mind just like mine
Tend to cast a little shadow
Over all that I find
Making harder every battle
Moving nickels and dimes
Move em in corner to corner
So I roam in the center
Chase my herb and leap to get out
Of my car when I enter
See my ride in ghetto chronic
Puts the life a sinner
With this mash and take advantage
Of a lonely beginner
Cause, I find, that in this world
Situations all having to make ya head curl
Eyes twirling
You spinning until your hurling
I keep a shave clean
Hell off of a girlfriend though in time
Most will hit you like a whirlwind
Just to back my game up
Pay me or my girl win
Its some California love
And I ain't no Hollywood
I really smoke bud, I roll, bang beats
Hang out where gangs meet
Real sly I chief, it's money in these streets
Im a former street pharmacist
New shoes and garments when
9 to 5 I sell dope
I hustle to the plot again
Gotta feed my daughter man
Times getting hard again stay transparent
Cause these killers out here slaughter men
My team move the product and, re-up cop again
I move me some weight then I
Be back up top again
This illegitimate money
Thats when the cops come in
They say Im a lose
But my heart says I gotta win
Based on whats MY skill
I changed a dope deal
To 16 bars of real talk and
It's so ill matic still
I feel addict SICK HABITS
Its automatic with the SS cause it's my zeal
The hustle stays the same
I stay on the corner until it's
Gone and not a nickel remains
The money exchange
Expands a world wide range
I`ll be on the grind
Pumping this base do your thang homey!
I move rhymes like, NKO to the drug culture
Move mad words like Suga Free slangs chocha
Get fiends hooked to the shit that I sold ya
Get a gas mask dawg
Youre now a Sick Side solider!
Hold ya streets down like, drunken style mic
Veterans in town fights
Depicted on my sound vice
Keep that underground right
No doubt I be bringing the psycho shit
Now tell me what that sounds like
I maintain through the struggle and pain
Ink-scarred flesh and my brain is all stained
The names ain't changed, story is explained
Is the rebirth of the sick side
Clack clack in vain been known to slang
A little of everything
A little "get back" acido, mota and cocaine
Ghetto mathematics
Cheese eggs and quarter pounds
Street doctors, daily we gotta make bread
I'm Ives Irie, "El Capitan"
Checkin' in for Delinquent Habit's
We got Sick Jacken, from the Psycho Realm
You know sick Side!
Everyday I wake up, wipe my green eye
And until I feed my sons
Keep the music alive got the nights oversea
Intend to watch em but I'm
Amidst these desert streets walls that
Only want me to die
Still I find, that in this grind
Good and bad all intertwine in
Mind just like mine
Tend to cast a little shadow
Over all that I find
Making harder every battle
Moving nickels and dimes
Move em in corner to corner
So I roam in the center
Chase my herb and leap to get out
Of my car when I enter
See my ride in ghetto chronic
Puts the life a sinner
With this mash and take advantage
Of a lonely beginner
Cause, I find, that in this world
Situations all having to make ya head curl
Eyes twirling
You spinning until your hurling
I keep a shave clean
Hell off of a girlfriend though in time
Most will hit you like a whirlwind
Just to back my game up
Pay me or my girl win
Its some California love
And I ain't no Hollywood
I really smoke bud, I roll, bang beats
Hang out where gangs meet
Real sly I chief, it's money in these streets
Im a former street pharmacist
New shoes and garments when
9 to 5 I sell dope
I hustle to the plot again
Gotta feed my daughter man
Times getting hard again stay transparent
Cause these killers out here slaughter men
My team move the product and, re-up cop again
I move me some weight then I
Be back up top again
This illegitimate money
Thats when the cops come in
They say Im a lose
But my heart says I gotta win
Based on whats MY skill
I changed a dope deal
To 16 bars of real talk and
It's so ill matic still
I feel addict SICK HABITS
Its automatic with the SS cause it's my zeal
The hustle stays the same
I stay on the corner until it's
Gone and not a nickel remains
The money exchange
Expands a world wide range
I`ll be on the grind
Pumping this base do your thang homey!
I move rhymes like, NKO to the drug culture
Move mad words like Suga Free slangs chocha
Get fiends hooked to the shit that I sold ya
Get a gas mask dawg
Youre now a Sick Side solider!
Hold ya streets down like, drunken style mic
Veterans in town fights
Depicted on my sound vice
Keep that underground right
No doubt I be bringing the psycho shit
Now tell me what that sounds like
I maintain through the struggle and pain
Ink-scarred flesh and my brain is all stained
The names ain't changed, story is explained
Is the rebirth of the sick side
Clack clack in vain been known to slang
A little of everything
A little "get back" acido, mota and cocaine
Ghetto mathematics
Cheese eggs and quarter pounds
Street doctors, daily we gotta make bread