Ghettosocks, Classified, Loe Pesci - City Life lyrics
[Ghettosocks, Classified, Loe Pesci - City Life lyrics]
On rooftops and train yards
See my squad 'round
When shit stinks it's instinct- don't
Let my guard down
Blackout- they all want power
On the block now
But bullet heads taste sick sour
Like the cops 'round
Y'all deserve a pity-murder for ruining
Waves like a shitty surfer
While I'm painting streets like a city worker
Shining chrome- piece ain't
A nine-milli burner-
Beef on walls- no flippin burgers when
I grill and serve ya
Ghetto birds got you pitchin nervous-
Speaking code- so don't be greetin'
Loes with suspicious wordage
Pissed you heard us- cause now
You serve a fickle purpose
If I'm lava in Guatamala-
You a little furnace
So dope drugs pay us to rep-
Drums pace in my steps
We mean business like frustrated execs
The clubs paying for drinks say
You done payin for sex?
Bad bucks don't add up like
Skunk papers and cess
What we are to our craft
Is math to an economist-
Adds to what the profit is-
Bloodbath to pirana fish
My city reeks of drunk-asses and vomitin'
Just shitty beats with punk asses predominant
I take it back like at the
Store tryin' to trade my girl
I got a long 'to do' list
Like my name is Earl
I bag your whore- bag the raw-
Get some paint and curl
Tag your door and write a
Quote that'll change the world
Now when the lights go down
The night turn dark
People don't sleep fast- livin'
Like Dale Earnheart
Money makin' suit and ties
Advance with true lies
While street kids try to get
A bite like fruit flies
The city life- every corner
Has a different story
Every block and every building had
Their day of glory:
The burn-outs- broken bottles in
The littered streets
Older cats reminiscing how it used to be
A small town growing up to be a big city
Sky-scrapers constructed over history
Gotta get money- work the
Street like young whores
Who got room and board paying
Off cheap slum lords
Big community- small back yard
The youth are killing me- they all act hard
I talk what I'm seeing- not
What it could've been-
Classified an outsider's view looking
In the city life
I swim through the city with
Fins and crisp splashes
Where humans get lost under
Frost and sip rations
My paint ain't faint- these
Templates will rip canvas
Stained with the fame of the
Names then kids vanish
Inflict damage- media vans depict bandit's
Who risk captivity masked like sick pandas
Cliques clash- play in the
Streets the script's tragic
Clips split fabric the
Strip restricts fashions
Imagination caged in a maze
With mixed plastics
Leave your flow dead as the
Veins in crypt caskets
Kids gather in packs to get magic
The wizard walks blizzards and
Wrath to spit havoc thrashing in the wake of
Mistakes to flip habit's
Like sisters on trampolines eclipse passion
Gipped masses sing non-descript anthems
To represent a place where
All this shit happens
Slip fathoms under the ships
With lips gaspin'-
Black strapped hips government
Equipped hatchets-
Magnums numb and defrag to hit patches-
Body bags sag when they're
Dragged like ripped mattress
Lacking concern earns burn from stick matches
Stigmata hatches through cracks
Of whip crashes
Seeds disappear -another mother's gift passes
Leaves here - tears bead in thick lashes
See my squad 'round
When shit stinks it's instinct- don't
Let my guard down
Blackout- they all want power
On the block now
But bullet heads taste sick sour
Like the cops 'round
Y'all deserve a pity-murder for ruining
Waves like a shitty surfer
While I'm painting streets like a city worker
Shining chrome- piece ain't
A nine-milli burner-
Beef on walls- no flippin burgers when
I grill and serve ya
Ghetto birds got you pitchin nervous-
Speaking code- so don't be greetin'
Loes with suspicious wordage
Pissed you heard us- cause now
You serve a fickle purpose
If I'm lava in Guatamala-
You a little furnace
So dope drugs pay us to rep-
Drums pace in my steps
We mean business like frustrated execs
The clubs paying for drinks say
You done payin for sex?
Bad bucks don't add up like
Skunk papers and cess
What we are to our craft
Is math to an economist-
Adds to what the profit is-
Bloodbath to pirana fish
My city reeks of drunk-asses and vomitin'
Just shitty beats with punk asses predominant
I take it back like at the
Store tryin' to trade my girl
I got a long 'to do' list
Like my name is Earl
I bag your whore- bag the raw-
Get some paint and curl
Tag your door and write a
Quote that'll change the world
Now when the lights go down
The night turn dark
People don't sleep fast- livin'
Like Dale Earnheart
Money makin' suit and ties
Advance with true lies
While street kids try to get
A bite like fruit flies
The city life- every corner
Has a different story
Every block and every building had
Their day of glory:
The burn-outs- broken bottles in
The littered streets
Older cats reminiscing how it used to be
A small town growing up to be a big city
Sky-scrapers constructed over history
Gotta get money- work the
Street like young whores
Who got room and board paying
Off cheap slum lords
Big community- small back yard
The youth are killing me- they all act hard
I talk what I'm seeing- not
What it could've been-
Classified an outsider's view looking
In the city life
I swim through the city with
Fins and crisp splashes
Where humans get lost under
Frost and sip rations
My paint ain't faint- these
Templates will rip canvas
Stained with the fame of the
Names then kids vanish
Inflict damage- media vans depict bandit's
Who risk captivity masked like sick pandas
Cliques clash- play in the
Streets the script's tragic
Clips split fabric the
Strip restricts fashions
Imagination caged in a maze
With mixed plastics
Leave your flow dead as the
Veins in crypt caskets
Kids gather in packs to get magic
The wizard walks blizzards and
Wrath to spit havoc thrashing in the wake of
Mistakes to flip habit's
Like sisters on trampolines eclipse passion
Gipped masses sing non-descript anthems
To represent a place where
All this shit happens
Slip fathoms under the ships
With lips gaspin'-
Black strapped hips government
Equipped hatchets-
Magnums numb and defrag to hit patches-
Body bags sag when they're
Dragged like ripped mattress
Lacking concern earns burn from stick matches
Stigmata hatches through cracks
Of whip crashes
Seeds disappear -another mother's gift passes
Leaves here - tears bead in thick lashes