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letra de alfred & church - swidt

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[verse 1: spycc]

see i’m riding round in the 312, hit 2 stages
that’s a $1.40, i was broke
but my homie got it for me, see my brim low
roll calls on the window w/ the sand paper
seat backs get the vivid though
bandanna colored indigo round the homies neck

checkin’ those that don’t show respect
that’s a routine
gettin’ stocked, if your shoes clean
that’s a routine
everybody knew about it

used to dress like i was eazy-e
then i went harlem w/ dipset wit’ it
up in smoke tour on dvd
onehunga on the chest, printed
old english for the text wit’ it

rat tails, high tops, chuck taylors, white socks
textin’ broads w/ the brick phone
big walks, no lift home
from the party that’s a routine
having scr-ps on the way home
from the party that’s a routine

used to be color conscious
nothin’ is written like teleprompters
spotlight from helicopters
missionaries tryna sell a promise
one on ones down at bloodstrike
b43 for the head shot!
when i win it’s middle fingers
suck it signs like i’m xpac

this is onehunga
when there was mee wah’s
when there was three guys, not d-mart uh
school never taught no street smarts
f-ck gentrification
had a royal upbringing
a family van for a chariot
onehunga for a kingdom
a styrofoam for a chalice
a snapback for a crown
a milk crate for a throne

motherf-cker this is home…

[verse 2: inf]

i was riding round on the 312, i hit 2 stages
that’s a $1.40 and my homie broke
so i got it for him, that’s family
house parties we raid the fridge
pantry, potato chips, milo, peanut brownies
dunkin’ pringles in them flavored dips

shuttle vans hit the curb
empty bottles leave the windows
neighborhood get disturbed
by the sound travellin’ when the wind blows
they try and erase you by any means
lights out, hit you in the dark
homie tuck the hammer in his jeans
sh-t, that was christmas in the park

guilty by affiliation
different colors want retaliation
we just wanna get the digits so we
pull up on ya shorty with a calculator
maybe i could be a good addition
youngin, out here livin’, hang the washing
mow the lawns, do the dishes
i’ma catch hands if i never listened

pro clubs inside out
air brushed with my favorite rapper
knife fights in counter strike
only time i dealt w/ a back stabber
place ya bets on the boy
desert eagle for the k!ll cam
when i win its middle fingers
count my money like i’m k!lla cam

this is my territory
my side of town rockin blue was mandatory
stoneyhunga, got the super powers (woo)
this is ferguson after hours (woo)
this is felix street, where the projects
got feins lookin for a needle
see me indicatin’ tryna make a left
police think i’m runnin from a theft

this is my suburb with the chucks on the power lines
hangin’ out
tell me what you so mad about
tell me what’s this colored rag about
tell me what’s the 3 letters that you taggin
on somebody fence in black about
fresh nike’s they’ll check you out
wrong place wrong time step you out

where you from…

- swidt

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