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letra de once upon a time in ramat gan - david amselem

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[verse 1]
once upon a time in ramat gan, yo
i d-mn near had to bail a bro
i knocked on the door, ”what is it?”
it’s pedro, come to pay a little visit vato

and what’s up with them kids in the parking lot
he said ”let ‘em, cause they got spanked a lot”
i took out my pouch but i wasn’t able
to roll a single joint on his coffee table

his roommate came in, he’s into dope-slangin’
cause he walked up and said “what eds you bakin’?”
we don’t bake, we roll some good vines
the whole sp-ce reminded me of scarface

i don’t like to feel that i’m being too misplaced
by a young thug or the look on his face
i threw up a set and then he was on
thinkin’ to myself, won’t this dude just be gone?

the kids’ mom came in, a joint in her mouth
she looked in distress, she was stressed no doubt
she said, “please excuse my kids,” and all that
i said, “yeah,” ’cause a bad car could contact
lookin’ at her finger with no ring in sight
b-tchin’ cause b-t-l’s check wasn’t right
says one of her kids is only three years old
and after he was born, she had an overdose

asked me who i was then i had to pause
it smelled like she had ideas about my little cause
in came the sister with a wig on her scalp
only nineteen and already pregnant

i grabbed some cola out the fridge and poured a drink
cause i was getting overwhelmed by all these kids
they was runnin’ and yellin’ and playin’ and cussin’ and tellin’
and look at this young punk ballin’

i asked the mom at the door, “what’s the word?”
cause she was hotter than a twelve-gauge mossberg
the sista said “yo, she’s not for sale.”
then the mom looked at my bag of yayo

her grandfather used to own a shop in milano
and pedro met milagro
the homie we was waiting for came back
i said, “b-tch, feel like bouncin’ to some deep house?”

i got my pouch, and suddenly
[segue]
“stop, the police, don’t move!
freeze! all of ya!”

[verse 2]
the cops busted in my homie hid the yayo in his home
and i said to myself once again it’s gone
underneath his carpet far away in back
then came back and pulled a smoke out of his pack

first they made sure we were just slow and not doing blow
then told us to open the d-mn window
and make sure the door is closed tho
so neighbors won’t complain about the indo

since i had on a shirt that said “wanted” bro
one of the cops wanted to take one or two photos
i said h-ll no five-o hasta luego
i was on my way out with my homies and milagro

so maybe next domingo we can be amigos
he said “just remember what i said, pedro
and always close the door and open the window”
i said “yo this ain’t my place tho”

so i finished the verse but that ain’t the point
i was starting to feel the pain at my ankle joints
now the story you heard won’t make it to cannes
coz one should never f-ck with a b-tch from ramat gan

- david amselem

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