Текст Quando Rondo – Poetic Justice
Текст:
(DJ Swift on the track)
(Seventeen in his Nina)
(Mook got the keys jumping)
Youngin’ on the corner with 17 in his Nina
That’s picture they paint it for me, ain’t nothing like Mona Lisa
And hella smoke from out the Mac, back to back, blowin’ reefa
Same hoes, these niggas love and I fuck and they think they keepers
Whoever thought the minister sell out a whole arena
I’m ’bout my racks like tennis, got a bitch look like Serena
No matter what your momma tell, just know I love you Selena
Where I’m from, you gotta tote one ‘cuz its legal
My father told me back in ’01 it was Dickies and beepers
I’m sneaking Perky’s on the plane even thought it’s illegal
I know that they don’t feel my pain even though they my people
I tried to tell the gang to hit ’em, I guess he didn’t believe me
I swear to god I fuck with shawty ‘cuz keep me a C
Spend on they block, empty out clips from my lil’ nigga up d’ed
Shout out them OG’s keep up real, pass out more work than a teacher
Watch how that money make him change, he left his team on the bleachers
This Crip shit running in my veins like I got poked with a needle
Them hitters come and kick your door, they got recruited by FIFA
My heart colder than last December, put my hope in this heater
Told Jo let’s take a trip to Cali just to see what bags cheaper
My youngin’ posted in the alley in all black, jeepers creepers
Shout out to my lil’ white bitch ass, I get the coke from her people
Got a lil’ gutter bitch named Lisa, she gon’ suck the whole team up
And I remember all them Aston Martin dreams, not a beamer
She a keeper, but I’m for damn sure gon’ leave her
I’m so sick, double cup, you know I’m lemon tea’d up
Violence, I condone it, I just hope that you don’t freeze up
I come from the corner where you wanna keep your heat tucked
Mike Amiri denim jeans you know about 60 G’s up
Shout out the plug, blue black amigo, yeah we love the re-up
Youngin’ on the corner with 17 in his Nina
Drunken love from a Corona, I shouldn’t have showed her I need her
That’s picture they paint it for me, ain’t nothing like Mona Lisa
And hella smoke from out the Mac, back to back, blowin’ reefa
Same hoes, these niggas love and I fuck and they think they keepers
Whoever thought the minister sell out a whole arena
I’m ’bout my racks like tennis, got a bitch look like Serena
No matter what your momma tell, just know I love you Selena
Where I’m from, you gotta tote one ‘cuz its legal
My father told me back in ’01 it was Dickies and beepers
I’m sneaking Perky’s on the plane even thought it’s illegal
I know that they don’t feel my pain even though they my people
I tried to tell the gang to hit ’em, I guess he didn’t believe me
I swear to god I fuck with shawty ‘cuz keep me a C
Spend on they block, empty out clips from my lil’ nigga up d’ed
Shout out them OG’s keep up real, pass out more work than a teacher
Watch how that money make him change, he left his team on the bleachers
This Crip shit running in my veins like I got poked with a needle
Them hitters come and kick your door, they got recruited by FIFA
My heart colder than last December, put my hope in this heater
