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Murs
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Morocco Mike
作词:Alexandra Denny
Ay it's like, me and this nigga Eclipse Been workin' on this shit hella hard for hella days Y' know, Knahm sayin'? Been since like '95, both graduated and shit Shit changed a grip for me this year '95 was some shit, check it out
It was '95, the year of my graduation I was in, great anticipation of my date of release From this educational prison, moms made the decision To throw me from the residence
It seems weed and hip hop had taken precedence Over my responsibilities, but it was alright Because that day to day bullshit was killin' me So willingly I left the home And set out on my own
Shacked up with some crew Saga and Rhythm Didn't have to give 'em any rent So hella time was spent up late night, freestylin' gettin' high Not knowin' how I would make it to school the next day
From the West side of L.A., I had to hit the 33 And now I hear them fools from Red Dots is out to murder me So certainly stress built Takin' bus to night school every day, coulda got my ass kilt
But I had to get my credits straight Plus the bus ride gave me time to meditate On how to set this shit straight So late one night, I called up moms then we reached an agreement
Which only delayed, it didn't prevent what was bound to happen She said she wasn't trippin' just as long as I got a gown and cap Then came graduation day, the only nigga to walk the stage With a zero point five four five GPA
I hand her the diploma, and she still have shit to say And it's fuckin' off my vibe, and the album's on it's way I couldn't prolong the day when Murs and the real world would collide The year was nine five
The year was nine five, I thought I wouldn't survive Livin' in the city where it's a day to day struggle to survive The year was nine-five Daily survival tactics in L.A. Daily survival tactics in L.A. Daily survival tactics in L.A. Daily survival tactics in L.A. Daily survival tactics in L.A.
I struggled my way in the summer and now the album's almost done But now is when the crew starts to fall apart One by one, we disassembled, which sorta resembles my life Fallin' apart, right before my eyes
So I fantasized about havin' a video, and bein' on tour To keep my mind off my empty stomach, and sleepin' on the floor Bein' that I'm broke, I'm stealin' groceries from the store And now it seems every battle I have turns to beef
And me, broke with no heat I'm lookin' over both shoulders whenever I hit the streets And just when I thought I escaped defeat I'm sittin' with my homey and we smokin' a beadie
When this cop see me, and he decides to proceed A young black male with dreads, it gotta be weed 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 So he comes over with the usual, disrespect But that's all I've come to expect
From a motherfucker with a badge and a God Complex Next he's askin' questions, testin' my patience Finds out I'm underage, now he's writin' a citation Askin' me to stand up to be frisked I'm like 'Man fuck this'
Then this bitch cop snatched me up from the back I turned around, to counter the attack But I'm surrounded by five cops who don't appreciate the reply So it's me they hogtie, and throw on the asphalt
Steady talkin' shit, standin' over me like it's all my fault And now I got a court case to face And in the first place, I barely got enoughs to survive So when the court date arrived
I damn sure don't got enough for a fuckin' bus ride So they give me a warrant, failure to appear The next week I'm at the pier with my crew I seen this fool I battled a couple days back
Hadn't seen him in a few, I stepped to him He's like, 'Dude we need a rematch You see my ego's been scratched' And when I tell him that shit ain't gon' happen
His ease partner went and opened up his trap And tell me that the odds was uneven instead of leavin' I turned around and put this motherfucker in his place And at the same time, his homey all up in my nigga T.S. Face
So I'm think we 'bout to squab but then the cops mob And break it up, now they feelin' like, they did they job But here they come, back up the street hella deep Talkin' shit like we wasn't gon' trip do I took the first hit
And now we squabbin' in the middle of the streets The odds was 3-on-6, and we still held it down Except for the one so called homey Who stood there, held the radio and looked around
And it seems like forever that we fought But it eventually, came to a halt So then we hit the park, to discuss what happened I wake up the next day, these fools is talkin' 'bout cappin' me?
Takin' my life, over a fight, nah that couldn't be right Lost sight of where I'm livin', Los Angeles Where fools ain't givin' a fuck, stuck in the same place With decisions to make
Either I kill them, they kill me, or I make an escape So I took the money that my step pops left me when he passed away And moved up to the Bay, only to find out Niggaz gon' have problems, wherever you stay
And it's been a couple of years And some of these fools is still trippin' to this day So I feel I can safely say that on this planet There ain't no place like L.A. (There ain't no place like L.A.) Mid-City fool, bitch
Heated, defeated, day after day Daily survival tactics in L.A.
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