BLACKS N MEXICANS
演唱：Ty Dolla $ign、ScHoolboy Q、b-realBLACKS N MEXICANS (Explicit) - Ty Dolla $ign/Schoolboy Q/B-Real
Lyrics by：Tyrone Griffen Jr./Quincy Hanley/James Ro Dernst Emile II/Maurice Young/Louis Mario Freese
Composed by：Tyrone Griffen Jr./Quincy Hanley/James Ro Dernst Emile II/Maurice Young/Louis Mario Freese
It's crazy 'cause we all started together
You know you go next door to Mario house on the real
Y'all exchange video games know each other on a personal level
Now that these crackers got us at odds with one another
We done lost sight of the greater good on the real
We just live in peace and harmony
'Cause we all come from God
At the end of the day talk to 'em
LA LA LA LA ayy
He either blood or he Crip or ese ayy
I be out in Compton wearin' nae nae ayy
Then I slide to Bompton rest in peace Frog
I'm a Westside n***a yeah the best side
Got some real steppers with me from the Eastside
2022 I'm runnin' for the mayor
Big bro said Lil' homie get your paper
Mama kicked me out the house she said I'm disrespectful
My lil' brother went to prison we was livin' reckless
Sergio was next door we did our first tattoo
And you ain't Taylor Gang if
You ain't got it blasted on you ooh
Welcome to the jungle in my hand holdin' thunder
On my block call my number put your a*s in the slumber
Runnin' hot like the Cali Summer
When I was younger the division used to put us under
Now don't you wonder runnin' blind from the one time
See us in and out the county on the gray line
And all I ever had was money on my f**kin' mind
Now I'm livin' in the war zone gettin' mine
You understand
We was gonna walk out on them
On they Cinco de Mayo thing
So we did
Ayy eighth grade I never walked the stage
We had took too many fades
I was f**kin' up grades
It was black versus Mexican fightin'
In the locker room
Walkin' down the block at night
Hop out pop at you
Always with the extra never turn down
It was mixed dimes and dubs
'Til we got the whole pound
Po po police always gettin' profiled
Black rest in peace they did my n***as so foul
Me and JM twenty took the fifties off
We was out on 54 Mils and GCasso
Push as hell B we had the bitty on lock
Can't believe we lost
Your pops always said we'd be on top
Tried tell me thug n***as don't live that long
Tried tell me Thug n***as don't live that long
They tried to tell me that I'd never make it oh
I got pistols hopin' to fade what's the play uh
N***a you gettin' smoked underage feelin' godly ayy
This molly my only crime brrt brrt ooh yeah
Tiffany shades this a wave
For the fame and change all we wanna be was gang ayy
Throw the chamber or knock gon' be hangin'
We on the way uh
Enemies deaf crackers we can't escape uh
Judge give me twenty hell on my mother's face agh
Many men in minivan hit the gate uh
Mask hoodie 'cause this Crippin' ain't got a race uh
Lord willin' until we runnin' out of faith
No fathers dead homies another day brrt brrt brrt
Lyrics by：Tyrone Griffen Jr./Quincy Hanley/James Ro Dernst Emile II/Maurice Young/Louis Mario Freese
Composed by：Tyrone Griffen Jr./Quincy Hanley/James Ro Dernst Emile II/Maurice Young/Louis Mario Freese
It's crazy 'cause we all started together
You know you go next door to Mario house on the real
Y'all exchange video games know each other on a personal level
Now that these crackers got us at odds with one another
We done lost sight of the greater good on the real
We just live in peace and harmony
'Cause we all come from God
At the end of the day talk to 'em
LA LA LA LA ayy
He either blood or he Crip or ese ayy
I be out in Compton wearin' nae nae ayy
Then I slide to Bompton rest in peace Frog
I'm a Westside n***a yeah the best side
Got some real steppers with me from the Eastside
2022 I'm runnin' for the mayor
Big bro said Lil' homie get your paper
Mama kicked me out the house she said I'm disrespectful
My lil' brother went to prison we was livin' reckless
Sergio was next door we did our first tattoo
And you ain't Taylor Gang if
You ain't got it blasted on you ooh
Welcome to the jungle in my hand holdin' thunder
On my block call my number put your a*s in the slumber
Runnin' hot like the Cali Summer
When I was younger the division used to put us under
Now don't you wonder runnin' blind from the one time
See us in and out the county on the gray line
And all I ever had was money on my f**kin' mind
Now I'm livin' in the war zone gettin' mine
You understand
We was gonna walk out on them
On they Cinco de Mayo thing
So we did
Ayy eighth grade I never walked the stage
We had took too many fades
I was f**kin' up grades
It was black versus Mexican fightin'
In the locker room
Walkin' down the block at night
Hop out pop at you
Always with the extra never turn down
It was mixed dimes and dubs
'Til we got the whole pound
Po po police always gettin' profiled
Black rest in peace they did my n***as so foul
Me and JM twenty took the fifties off
We was out on 54 Mils and GCasso
Push as hell B we had the bitty on lock
Can't believe we lost
Your pops always said we'd be on top
Tried tell me thug n***as don't live that long
Tried tell me Thug n***as don't live that long
They tried to tell me that I'd never make it oh
I got pistols hopin' to fade what's the play uh
N***a you gettin' smoked underage feelin' godly ayy
This molly my only crime brrt brrt ooh yeah
Tiffany shades this a wave
For the fame and change all we wanna be was gang ayy
Throw the chamber or knock gon' be hangin'
We on the way uh
Enemies deaf crackers we can't escape uh
Judge give me twenty hell on my mother's face agh
Many men in minivan hit the gate uh
Mask hoodie 'cause this Crippin' ain't got a race uh
Lord willin' until we runnin' out of faith
No fathers dead homies another day brrt brrt brrt