Deep Down
艺人:Brotha Lynch Hung
时长:6:51
语言: 英语

歌词

    (feat. Mr. Doctor)

    [Brotha Lynch]
    Yeah I could load a 9 up everyday, but why
    My locc's told me homie make them tapes
    And keep that 24 block alive
    But if I feel I'm in need, I got's to ride
    Carry a 9 for straight business, not just a side
    Man it's the night-mare, creepin up in the cut
    I'm hittin dice games, barbeques, no matter what
    The things I've seen'll make ya throw up
    Flaunt your flag, shoot your gats, hit your dank
    Where I'm from that's how ya grow up
    Man it's that wicked and 9 millimeter
    Carrier bein stereo-typed daily
    Ya got's to feel me, foo it's that baby
    Killas run around everyday that's why I'm strapped
    Ya heard it I got my own back-fade
    Out into the 'lac and hit the city of Sac
    Them homies given me that
    But you got them fools that want a foe then
    They wonderin why I'm carryin me a 12 gauge pump
    Man I ain't no punk
    The average everyday thug that's how it sounds
    I'm defendin myself, and loadin that mili
    And leaving em layin

    [Chorus x4]
    Deep down, there's a place for hope

    [Mr. Doctor]
    I guess it's hard to explain why I'm feelin how I'm feelin
    I guess I'm feelin sorrow cus my homies got some stealin
    And foos would say that it's my fault I bet
    See cus I wasn't strapped yo, but I can't fuck my set
    How could I know that them foos would blast?
    Later on, on my folks
    It's funny how this bangin's got its different strokes
    I think about my loccs and how they made it
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    Though I'm stressin from the fact
    They gotta suffer from a bullet hole
    And Mr. Doctor just don't have hope locc
    It's only been a month, since my last down partner got smoked
    And rivals is deep, up in my city foo
    Since I'm on the underground team, I can't have no peace
    My life is tore up so I guess I'm stuck
    Yeah, I got my St. Ides, I'm turnin it up
    To get drunk, then I post up on the street
    While I say to myself, for the block
    Homie rest in peace

    [Chorus x4]

    [Brotha Lynch]
    They say that ain't the way to handle that type funk
    But now I'm loadin up the strap, smokin on that blunt
    Just cus the Brotha Hung is flag-up
    What that mean, I can't ride?
    Why G's up in my face, I'm bout to help them ride
    I keep a low pro, drink the 4-0
    And lounge until it's time to go
    Shinin up the forty-fo
    Rollin up the boogey-boo, indo
    And hopin if I should die, before I'm high
    That they bury me in 50 pounds of chocolate thai
    I got them homies from the south-side givin it up and
    Them homies from the east-side slangin that stuff and
    I'm right up in the middle tryin to hang on and
    Tryin not to end up like them niggas doin time in the pen
    But then again
    I'm down for when the homies is ready to roll em up
    You know, stick in a dark-blue cut
    And as I'm creepin through ya set
    Trip, don't get caught up, shot up
    The gardenblock locc's, man we leave em layin

    [Chorus x4]
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