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letra de inglewood - new jack hustle

[chorus]:
a slave born in inglewood, moved to the ville
0-28-60, new this was real
do what you feel, say what you like
(like, “son i’m not feelin’ it.”)
heeey, but i’m tight

[verse one]:
slave when i write though, the pen is a master
come to test i, get mashed up (mash it up)
none the less fly as nasa
i blast off out of this world
hats off if your style is this thorough
i had a plan since
i was a youngin’ to satisfy the hunger
that’s been the plan since (and since)
i talk a lot of ? it’s only right i show ’em that ain’t all i can do
rappers come and go like karl kani and fubu
but the best kept secret is here
kid i’m hard to find on google

[chorus]:
a slave born in inglewood, moved to the ville
0-28-60, new this was real
do what you feel, say what you like
(like he don’t do that g sh-t)
hey, that’s aiight

[verse two]:
you talk funny like it’s one night stand from def jam
get a cast for your one mic hand
i saw them thangs on warin’ lanes
till my years on linden ave, sippin’ genuine draft
not a number one genuine draft
bic sharpen up them sk!lls just to get in that -ss quick
(that’s a pause though)
i floss dough, now-a-days i keep the car slow
for lost souls tryin’ to find it at the crossroads
i love music and i’m doin’ it for y’all so
keep them red scanners aimin’ at my bar code

know what i’m sayin’?
it’s just me man

[chorus]:
a slave born in inglewood, moved to the ville
0-28-60, knew this was real
do what you feel
(do what you wanna do)
say what ya like
(can’t happen for you if you playin’ with the mic)
sh-t
(wait when i write from the day to the night)
shift, can’t fly out like this

[verse three]:
a bad boy though like ma$e was in ‘9-6
try to swagger jack, can’t cause he’s priceless
i is the definition of what nice is (that’s me)
times ten to whoever try to bite this (that’s you)
like this a b-tch, that i tap everyday that i’m in this b-tch we call “the world”
this for the real cats, some are just pretendin’
a great one for years, eight ones i have been him
to the finish line runnin’ like a kenyan
(yo this sh-t is crazy)
everyone has their opinion but
i ain’t tryin’ to be another rapper endin’ up
pulse shift, befo’ that i’d rather give it up

[chorus]:
a slave born in inglewood, moved to the ville
0-28-60, knew this was real
do what you feel, say what ya like
(say whatcha like)
like this sh-t is…

- new jack hustle

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