letra de l-36 - llegos
intro
turn the metronome off…yeah
uh-huh
hook
i was riding that l-36
down federal boulevard where the murderers lived
i should have brought a 30-odd 6
cause that night i got jumped, f-ck
long way from my suburbia crib
verse 1
mom’s and pops did good
raised me like they should
but i was crazy in the head
so misunderstood
creative with straight a’s
couldn’t contain my contemplation
curious to learn, i was hardly patient
add up that equation equals a hoodlum
impulsive to lie and stole out my mama’s purse even though i knew i shouldn’t, used to it go pur-chase snacks like pudding
saw boyz in the hood and wanted to be cuba gooding
smoked black & mild’s
back to back for a while
with my homie layne
we used to steal traffic cones and block off both lanes
then hide in the bushes and watch the traffic ruin people’s days
did anything and everything if it went against the grain
we didn’t need an explanation
just smart -ss kids with intelligence misplacement
most kids just got drunk in a bas-m-nt
hook (x2)
i was riding that l-36
down federal boulevard where the murderers lived
i should have brought a 30-odd 6
cause that night i got jumped, f-ck
long way from my suburbia crib
verse 2
did a lot of stupid sh-t growing up
yeah i knew better, i just gave no f-cks
it’s the reason why that night i took a throat punch
finally i was able to taste my own blood
still new to insomnia, i couldn’t sleep
it bothered me, i thought i was a freak
i needed to take a stroll to let the thoughts roll and release
the tension underneath
i wanted to take my bike but my parents would hear the garage door creak
so i opened my window, took out the screen
second floor jump, landed on my feet
walked to the bus stop and took a seat
2 dollars the driver
found a bench to recline on
looked out the window, saw my reflection on the city streets
got off around colfax to eat
a slice of pizza, then decided time to retreat
finally got my piece of mind, ready to lie down and sleep
the light rail was quicker, off to 30th st
empty station, except for three
headphones in bobbing to the beat
that’s when they started to creep
they told me empty my pockets and give
i said “all i got is my c-ck, suck my d-ck”
they pushed me to the ground, called me a punk kid
stood up and socked him in the lip
tried to run, other two grabbed me
outro
l-36
l-36
l-36
jumped
i was riding that l-36
l-36
i was riding that l-36
that night i got jumped
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