Saigon - The South, the West, the East Coast lyrics
[Saigon - The South, the West, the East Coast lyrics]
It’s like I’m wrong when I’m right
Like I’m right when I’m wrong
S’why I never take long when
I’m writing a song
Was on the horn with this lifer Laquan
Said, "The world is a chess board try not
To live your life as a pawn"
Look, I took his advice in this poem
God gave me this talent
So I’ve been gnawin’ since the
Night I was born
S’all about how you go about gettin’ it
‘Cause bein’ down
You bound to get sick of it
I got a need for learnin’ i got
A need for me to be determined
I gotta do somethin’ for me to
Try to feed the yearnin’
That goes on in the pit of my soul somebody
Told me that errything that glitters is gold
But no… I’m tryin’ to get in my goals, so yo
Move right when you see me
I need the open road
Nigga, you know s’how it’s supposed to go
It ain’t a secret faggot
You supposed to know come on
Everywhere that we go The South, the West
The East Coast it’s the same old thang
We chose to live the street code We
Gots to keep the heat close
Nigga, it ain’t no game
Shorty was doin’ the deep throat
Trying to make some c notes
That bitch is off of the chain
What’s happened to my people? (Look)
We can’t live and it’s a God damn shame
Over the years I learned you gotta
Take the good with the bad
I admit I did a lot of
Shit I shouldn’t of had
I mean, things you couldn’t ima
Gin drinking at twelve i used to
Spaz with that 44 Mag
See, I never had my pops in my pad
Shit, we grew up poor as fuck we
Never had the option to brag
So I did what the other kids didn't
Start hittin’ the block with the Glocks
And a lotta wig splittin’
First, they put me in the kid prison
S’where I started thinkin’ about some of
The shit I coulda did different
But nah… What do I do?
Get released in March by May
I shot not one, nigga, but two
Them crackers sent me back to the zoo
Did five years straight now I’m back here
Rapping to you and you should be glad I’m
Making hot joints with magic
Not runnin’ up on your punk ass
Pointin’ the gat
Everywhere that we go The South, the West
The East Coast it’s the same old thang
We chose to live the street code We
Gots to keep the heat close
Nigga, it ain’t no game
Shorty was doin’ the deep throat
Trying to make some c notes
That bitch is off of the chain
What’s happened to my people? (Look)
We can’t live and it’s a God damn shame
Like I’m right when I’m wrong
S’why I never take long when
I’m writing a song
Was on the horn with this lifer Laquan
Said, "The world is a chess board try not
To live your life as a pawn"
Look, I took his advice in this poem
God gave me this talent
So I’ve been gnawin’ since the
Night I was born
S’all about how you go about gettin’ it
‘Cause bein’ down
You bound to get sick of it
I got a need for learnin’ i got
A need for me to be determined
I gotta do somethin’ for me to
Try to feed the yearnin’
That goes on in the pit of my soul somebody
Told me that errything that glitters is gold
But no… I’m tryin’ to get in my goals, so yo
Move right when you see me
I need the open road
Nigga, you know s’how it’s supposed to go
It ain’t a secret faggot
You supposed to know come on
Everywhere that we go The South, the West
The East Coast it’s the same old thang
We chose to live the street code We
Gots to keep the heat close
Nigga, it ain’t no game
Shorty was doin’ the deep throat
Trying to make some c notes
That bitch is off of the chain
What’s happened to my people? (Look)
We can’t live and it’s a God damn shame
Over the years I learned you gotta
Take the good with the bad
I admit I did a lot of
Shit I shouldn’t of had
I mean, things you couldn’t ima
Gin drinking at twelve i used to
Spaz with that 44 Mag
See, I never had my pops in my pad
Shit, we grew up poor as fuck we
Never had the option to brag
So I did what the other kids didn't
Start hittin’ the block with the Glocks
And a lotta wig splittin’
First, they put me in the kid prison
S’where I started thinkin’ about some of
The shit I coulda did different
But nah… What do I do?
Get released in March by May
I shot not one, nigga, but two
Them crackers sent me back to the zoo
Did five years straight now I’m back here
Rapping to you and you should be glad I’m
Making hot joints with magic
Not runnin’ up on your punk ass
Pointin’ the gat
Everywhere that we go The South, the West
The East Coast it’s the same old thang
We chose to live the street code We
Gots to keep the heat close
Nigga, it ain’t no game
Shorty was doin’ the deep throat
Trying to make some c notes
That bitch is off of the chain
What’s happened to my people? (Look)
We can’t live and it’s a God damn shame