BLACKS N MEXICANS-ScHoolboy Q/Ty Dolla $ign/B-Real

[00:00.000] 作词 : Tyrone Griffen Jr./Quincy Hanley/James Ro Dernst Emile II/Maurice Young/Louis Mario Freese [00:01.000] 作曲 : Tyrone Griffen Jr./Quincy Hanley/James Ro Dernst Emile II/Maurice Young/Louis Mario Freese [00:02.132] It's crazy 'cause we all started together [00:05.000] You know, you go next door to Mario house (On the real) [00:07.960] Y'all exchange video games, know each other on a personal level [00:11.771] Now that these crackers got us at odds with one another [00:15.143] We done lost sight of the greater good (On the real) [00:17.762] We just live in peace and harmony [00:19.813] 'Cause we all come from God at the end of the day (Talk to 'em) [00:22.343] [00:22.505] L.A.-L.A., L.A.-L.A., ayy [00:25.151] He either Blood or he Crip or ese, ayy [00:27.803] I be out in Compton wearin' [?], ayy [00:30.375] Then I slide to Bompton, rest in peace [?] [00:32.668] I'm a West side nigga, get it, best side [00:35.132] Got some real steppers with me from the East side [00:38.094] 2022, I'm runnin' for the mayor [00:40.764] Get it posted, lil' homie, get your paper [00:43.467] Momma kicked me out the house, she said I'm disrespectful [00:46.154] My lil' brother went to prison, we was livin' reckless [00:48.847] Sergio was next door, we did our first tattoo [00:51.647] And you interrogate if you ain't got it blasted on you, ooh [00:54.651] [00:54.811] Welcome to the jungle, in my hand, holdin' thunder [00:56.973] On my block, call my number, put your ass in the slammer [00:59.641] Runnin' hot like the Cali' summer [01:01.566] When I was younger, the division used to put us under [01:04.061] Now don't you wonder? Feelin' blind from the one time [01:06.805] See us in, at the county on the gray line [01:09.673] And all I ever had was money on my ****in' mind [01:12.362] Now I'm livin' in the war zone, gettin' mine [01:15.077] You understand? [01:15.973] [01:16.136] You gotta get up outta there [01:17.741] We was gonna walk out on them [01:19.139] On they shit, the de Mayo thing [01:20.767] So we did [01:21.541] [01:21.703] Ayy, eighth grade, I never want to stay [01:24.014] We done took too many fades, tables ****in' up grades [01:26.661] It was Black versus Mexican, fightin' in the locker room [01:29.548] Walkin' down the block at night, hop out, pop at you [01:32.361] Always with the extra, never turn down [01:34.687] It was mixed dimes and dubs 'til we got the whole pound [01:37.646] Po-po, police, always gettin' profiled [01:40.371] Black, rest in peace, they did my niggas so foul [01:43.090] Me and J, them, twenties took the fifties off [01:45.779] We was out in '54, meals in [?] [01:48.498] Push as hell, B, we got the bitty on lock [01:51.110] Can't believe we lost your pops, always said we'd be on top [01:53.922] Tried tell me, "Thug niggas don't live that long" [01:56.252] Tried tell me, "Thug niggas don't live that long" [02:01.580] They tried to tell me that I'd never make it, ooh [02:08.158] [02:09.610] I got pistols hopin' to fade, what's the play? (Ayy) [02:13.441] Nigga, you gettin' smoked underage, feelin' godly (Ayy) [02:16.047] This molly my only crime (Brrt, brrt), ooh, yeah [02:18.955] Tiffany shades, this a wave [02:20.700] For the fame we change, all we wanna be was gang (Ayy) [02:23.363] Throw the charger or knock 'em, be hangin', we on the way [02:26.383] In the mean, deaf crackers, we can't escape, uh [02:29.091] Judge give me twenty, hell in my mother's face, agh [02:31.793] Many men in minivan, hit the gate, uh [02:34.489] Mask, hoodie, 'cause this Crippin' ain't got a race, uh [02:37.180] Lord willin' until we runnin' out of faith [02:39.962] No fathers and dead homies, another day (Brrt)