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letra de doctor k. - havghost

(chorus) he’s a young dwight gooden major league in the mix enter out the bullpen ready for a pitch. hussle game allstar he want to be a starter pitch on the block looking for a gary carter. told me we could rule the block while we slaying ’em turn the block into a new shea studium. work for the fiends his fastb-lls are awesome cops at the plate they swinging but never cought one. (verse1) we grew up in the same town pitched off the same mound me im talking baseball he was thinking base hard. we were real cool till he wanted i little more a little bit of weed elevated to bigger scores. a mean a little hussle im talking like dimebags had to move away from him his goals turned into duffle bags. grew up in the hood had posters of shea stadium did’nt see his role dwight gooden he was playing ’em. young and so gifted but side tracked by the lights superstardom so young can be blinded out of sight. i had step away and hang out with my own age had the tool in the box to step out on his own stage. i would go to school i was trying to trade cards he was thinking work pitching for wins raiding the cars. i use to see him in the park he told me we should ride i said my metrocard is empty and graciously i declined. (chorus) (verse2) growing up together baseball the early teens then he got infatuated with his filthy wet dreams. dreams are like water his mind is out of order he’ll negotiate off of a key he’ll need a quarter so young how could you possibly go dumb in our adolesence trying to grow to number 1. schoolyards and playgrounds he’s trying to grow he’s looking at me with a smerk like im moving to slow. but i never ran with ’em he was moving to fast but he’s sprinting on the block for air jordans on the dash. running in a race looking for good sp-ce a sophmore but he was’nt soft looking for a cross. small little chains with pendants and all that copped a little burner for beef to settle combat. i started looking at him in aw were in p-b-rty shining so bright like a fine piece jewelry. (chorus) (verse3) up in high school he turned the whole school into a high school weed was another hussle beef so he had to tussle. never went to homeroom the block was his homeroom afterschool programs lying he’ll be home soon. his mother alcoholic she in and out of rehab liquor im the cabinet wheelchairs her knees bad. he’s a young pitcher a baby out the pampers dwight gooden pitching for strikes without and answer. talent out the gate no.16 he’s pitching it cake on the table from work look how he’s slinging it. curveb-lls fastb-lls looking at his mechanic so fluid his delivery pitching will shake and addict. i never seen him sweating until he missed a sale i seen it like a camera he never lacked the stamina. sneaker money cheap s-x premature sperm shots doc gooden life as and allstar trying to burn blocks. (chorus) (verse3) he’s thinking holding long heat im thinking scantron sheets and only do remember the school year in september. he clinched the division and now he’s pushing a car all the o.g.’s looking to manage a future star. a couple ray knights hernandez as the captain hood stripes holding the props these are the top men. keeping him in order in order to see a quarter get it real big like trafficking off the border. now he’s pitching for the cashcold hotter than tabasco pitching everything tying up the houston astros holding on a roscoe big its like a cosco retail close out the game jesse orosco. should of took notes i wonder how long he got now major league feds were kicking all of his doors down. talent means nothing depending on how you play in my youth i had a friend play the role of doctor k. (chorus)

- havghost

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