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letra de do you see - sonny b

[chorus 1]
[chorus: sonny b]
you don’t see what i see
every day as sonny b, i take look over my shoulders as i get older
getting tired of mother f-ckers saying “sonny b, i told you!”
you don’t hear what i hear
but it’s so hard to live though these years
with these funny bunny brothas, ain’t sh-t changing
got my mother wondering if i’m gang banging

[verse 1: slim]
2 steps to the right then i clap
gotta slide from these haters cause n-ggas acting wack
matter of fact, if they want to act, you know where know where i’m at
sonny b. gotta tell them bro, “la on the map” right!

getting money all day, party all night
with the same real n-ggas in my life
spit flames on this mic, pen game nice
like my drinks on nice. henny half sprite

put your gl-ss in the air if it’s full and you don’t give a f-ck about a dude hating on you
shouts out to my crew. ain’t nothing new
smk the truth, straight from the la zoo

just some animals getting money
la raised me so you can’t take nothing from me
keep a distance when them hoes acting funny
what can i say? my caint raise no dummy

[chorus 2]
[chorus: sonny b]you don’t see what i see
[chorus: majik mc]growing up in the streets of cali
[sonny b] you don’t hear what i hear
[majik mc] getting better each and every year
[sonny b] you don’t see what i see
[majik mc] growing up in the streets of cali
[sonny b] you don’t hear what i hear
you ain’t never seen nothing so crazy
crusing around the hood, reminiscing with daily with the homies

[verse 2: majik mc]
d-mn! i missing being a kid
running around the streets doing stupid sh-t
barking at dogs, dancing in front of shops
sprinting down blocks, playing dig dong ditch

those were the good old days
used to dig holes now we dig our own graves
homie p-ssed away. taser to the face
one hook then latch cop laid him to waste

one minute you’re here, next second you’re gone
used to think i was invincible, i couldn’t be stopped
the world was my playground, i couldn’t get lost
now i wonder where i am, trapped within my own thoughts

growing up is no joke
got high on swings now we high on dope
people jumping each other when it used to be ropes
life never had a price until we sold our soul

[chorus2]

[verse 3: sonny b]
vacate to vacate on the dateline
p-ssport p-ssing, got my mind on the timeline
pch crusing from diego to bay
last stop was la where i figured my way

now i been though a lot and i see so many things
and i used my experience to give reference to the kids
you should never make mistakes of another
gotta keep warm though the warm cali weather

as we crusing to the beat, respect to warren g
house parties from oc to the 213
i keep cool with the j-panese, ride around inna hooptie
don’t give a d-mn cause the ladies still tempt me

you ain’t never seen nothing so crazy
latino trinidadian throwing parties with the asians
and i learn more culture from streets to overseas
and this sh-t keeps getting fresher. do you see what i see?

[chorus 2]

now i got to take time to give respect to the homies
who picked up a brotha when a brotha getting sloppy
been though a lot but life keeps getting better
don’t ever let me dance with a buck lady packing cheddar

real talk. shout out to my little brotha majik
when my moms p-ssed away, you was a arms length away
it’s truth. you never know what you have until you’ve lost it
took me a while to get back up after something so tragic

shout out to lady mosa, the girl that held me down
when those gates opened up, you were a corner around
my brotha slim always looked to me to motivate
smash gang always kept my celly buzzing, vibrate

big brothas: teecube, eugene, masaki and lundy, katagi
without ya’ll my mindstate would be less than what it’s meant to be
lyrics 2 go, back2pluto, culture universal
let’s keep the mics rockin’ jumpin’ in the party no rehersal

[chorus 2]

- sonny b

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