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letra de they conditioned us this way 2011 - final outlaw

[verse 1]

uh
what what
i got that hot sh-t
i got that hot sh-t
final outlaw don’t ever try to switch the topic
don’t ever turn your back on us to make a profit
i know you gotta make some bread but help us out a bit
your name may ring bells now
i bet that’s swell pal
but we still held down
these kids still h-ll bound
these mothaf-ckas got us checked
they tell us to vote
but we all know those elections are fixed
we live that thug life
these rich kids think they got us figured out
they even spilling ‘n-gga’ out they mouth
they heard a few rap songs and think that we jiggy
they think that we all strapped and scr-p with the piggy
but most of us work hard pay taxes and study
and no matter how hard we work they won’t let us have money
so f-ck the mayor and the president’s daughters
i’m occupying wall street cause these rappers don’t support us anymore
[chorus]

da daaaaaaaaaah
da ra da da raaa
daaa da daaa da daaa da daaa da da ra

[verse 2]

sipping nutcracker at west indian fest stressed
soon as the buzz hits i forget about debt blessed
to be among my peasants
though helicopters above
i guess bloomberg wants a cut hu
king bloomy
i seen how you kicked those kids out the park
that’s how it’s gonna be hu
it’s time to play my part
i heard there’s a party at cipriani’s but my kind isn’t invited
so i prefer to parade by it
with a thousand hungry cancer patients and college students
who tried pursuing the american dream but were not included
this that type of jam that kay slay won’t play
but maybe someday they will
period
my sh-t’s flames like jesse washington
wiki that
you sound like a poet to me son stick to that
ain’t nothing but outcasts and failed dreams here
acceptance speeches and gossip ain’t real here
[chorus]

da daaaaaaaaaah
da ra da da raaa
daaa da daaa da daaa da daaa da da ra
i got that hot sh-t

[bridge]

they may never understand us but it’s on you
to keep on fighting when us artist’s lives are through
no doubt
and if us humans learn to admit it when we’re wrong
then maybe we might have hope to evolve
word up

[verse 3]

pricilla took her first sip of heineken at age five
during a late night when grandpa decided that it was about time
watching p-rn with her sisters when she was about nine
while momma was at work babysitting some white toddler
probably the newborn of assiduous white-collars
these kids wanna be grown up so bad it’s just weird
remember shorties using kool-aid for dyeing they hair
they sold fake tattoos at check-cashing places
s-x advocated on halloween
that’s when the freaks came out in fishnet leggings
the whole block was out egging
the shots rang out plenty those nights when nineteen-year-olds was out free
wearing seductive nurse outfits
and lingerie versions of police complete with nightsticks
they conditioned us this way
god we need help
[chorus]

da daaaaaaaaaah
da ra da da raaa
daaa da daaa da daaa da daaa da da ra
i got that hot sh-t

- final outlaw

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