Child of the Ghetto
G. Dep« Child of the Ghetto » est une chanson de G. Dep, 2005, Pop. La chanson dure 3:38, 80 lines / 719 words.
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0:01Yo, yeah, yo
0:03Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo
0:06Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo
0:08Uhh, uhh, G. Dep
0:11A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
0:14Livin' the scripture the picture they painted for me
0:17Rippin' it runnin' and gunnin' and aimin' for me
0:20Yo
0:23I guess you niggaz told me right and exact
0:25Shake, shake, right in his back
0:28I might just crack while I'm writin' this rap
0:30From even a tire that snap, I'm light in the sack
0:33I tell you how I feel and that's part of the deal
0:36I'm like, Seagal with the steel but, 'Harder to Kill'
0:39It's real big, Beans up for lettin' me know
0:42Fifteen bet and you blow, better get dough
0:44Won't be a second we won't; they lettin' me go
0:47Since pays wisen your ways, allow me to grow
0:50Aiyyo, swing yeah back to the scene
0:52Seven-four-eight-oh, can't recall in between
0:55Whole state pulsate, we can wrinkle the town
0:58Park jams dark shams niggaz breakin' it down
1:01Niggaz rock the heaters, my clique rocked Adidas
1:04Didn't know the blocks were where the spots would lead us
1:07But hey
1:08A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
1:10Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me
1:13Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed
1:16Rippin' it runnin' and gunnin' and aimin' for me
1:18A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
1:21Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me
1:24Niggaz is gamin they ain't who they claimin' to be
1:27Niggaz that know me they told me the game it could be crazy
1:30I take you back to the scene of the stunt
1:32Scene of that rhyme and you can think what you want
1:34And if you and if you tell me you can get it from here
1:38Got boom got boom, put sh*t in the air
1:40Get us some gear to get us in here
1:43Waited years to get a premier and did it from here
1:46Harlem, citizen where the kid is in gear, guard him
1:49Niggaz in here, who get it in here, we are them
1:52Take you back to the 80's around
1:54Polo Grounds, Uptown, eight-eighty a pound
1:57Niggaz hit the rooftop, y'all was roofin' the rocks
2:00Other niggaz shoe tops, only youth on the block
2:02You dig me, movin' in tops and movin' these rocks
2:05You get it, we movin' them blocks to move in them drops
2:08Skiddin' I guess the niggaz told me right and exact
2:11When they said stop fightin' and stack it, get the money ni**a
2:14A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
2:17Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me
2:20Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed
2:23Rippin' it runnin' and gunnin' and aimin' for me
2:25A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
2:28Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me
2:31Niggaz is gamin they ain't who they claimin' to be
2:33Niggaz that know me they told me the game it could be crazy
2:37Eighty-one, I had fun, eight-two, I was new
2:39Eight-three, I did me, eight-four, I had grew
2:41Eighty-five, it got live, eight-six, in the mix
2:44Eighty-seven, in the kicks, eighty-eight, in the whips
2:47Eighty-nine, I had the grind, now I know it was flow
2:50Ninety-one, we got guns, ninety-two, it was dough
2:53Nine-three was the key, nine-four was sure
2:55Nine-five, took a dive, nine-six, I was poor
2:58Nine-seven, did eleven, now I'm made out the gate
3:01Nine-nine, spit rhymes, two-thousand and straight
3:04Sh*t, I thought, I'd give housing a break
3:06Sit back, countin' the cake and lounge in estates, but yo
3:09A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
3:13Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me
3:16Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed
3:18Rippin' it runnin' and gunnin' and aimin' for me
3:21A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
3:24Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me
3:27Niggaz is gamin they ain't who they claimin' to be
3:29Niggaz that know me they told me the game it could be crazy
3:33A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
3:35Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me
3:38Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed
Yo, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, G. Dep A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin' the scripture the picture they painted for me Rippin' it runnin' and gunnin' and aimin' for me Yo I guess you niggaz told me right and exact Shake, shake, right in his back I might just crack while I'm writin' this rap From even a tire that snap, I'm light in the sack I tell you how I feel and that's part of the deal I'm like, Seagal with the steel but, 'Harder to Kill' It's real big, Beans up for lettin' me know Fifteen bet and you blow, better get dough Won't be a second we won't; they lettin' me go Since pays wisen your ways, allow me to grow Aiyyo, swing yeah back to the scene Seven-four-eight-oh, can't recall in between Whole state pulsate, we can wrinkle the town Park jams dark shams niggaz breakin' it down Niggaz rock the heaters, my clique rocked Adidas Didn't know the blocks were where the spots would lead us But hey A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed Rippin' it runnin' and gunnin' and aimin' for me A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me Niggaz is gamin they ain't who they claimin' to be Niggaz that know me they told me the game it could be crazy I take you back to the scene of the stunt Scene of that rhyme and you can think what you want And if you and if you tell me you can get it from here Got boom got boom, put sh*t in the air Get us some gear to get us in here Waited years to get a premier and did it from here Harlem, citizen where the kid is in gear, guard him Niggaz in here, who get it in here, we are them Take you back to the 80's around Polo Grounds, Uptown, eight-eighty a pound Niggaz hit the rooftop, y'all was roofin' the rocks Other niggaz shoe tops, only youth on the block You dig me, movin' in tops and movin' these rocks You get it, we movin' them blocks to move in them drops Skiddin' I guess the niggaz told me right and exact When they said stop fightin' and stack it, get the money ni**a A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed Rippin' it runnin' and gunnin' and aimin' for me A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me Niggaz is gamin they ain't who they claimin' to be Niggaz that know me they told me the game it could be crazy Eighty-one, I had fun, eight-two, I was new Eight-three, I did me, eight-four, I had grew Eighty-five, it got live, eight-six, in the mix Eighty-seven, in the kicks, eighty-eight, in the whips Eighty-nine, I had the grind, now I know it was flow Ninety-one, we got guns, ninety-two, it was dough Nine-three was the key, nine-four was sure Nine-five, took a dive, nine-six, I was poor Nine-seven, did eleven, now I'm made out the gate Nine-nine, spit rhymes, two-thousand and straight Sh*t, I thought, I'd give housing a break Sit back, countin' the cake and lounge in estates, but yo A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed Rippin' it runnin' and gunnin' and aimin' for me A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me Niggaz is gamin they ain't who they claimin' to be Niggaz that know me they told me the game it could be crazy A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed
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