Текст (слова) песни: East Side Cult - OZ Soundtrack

[Hook x2]
Behind these walls ain`t no sunshine
These dirty crackers steady scratchin` niggas off the grind
Ho you can`t do the time then don`t do the crime
You got to handle your`s like a man, I`ma handle mine

[Verse 1]
Breakin` the door, while them guards lookin` the other way
Rapings and murders, man this shit take place every day
It`s a livin` hell in this jail, males attracted to males
Loud screams and yells comin` from a cell on block twelve
You can`t show em` ya scared, nigga if ya do ya dead
They the first to rip off a side of a bitch nigga head
Now I`m sleepin on my back with my boots on in my bed
See a nigga got stuck and the guard just stood there while he bled
And as the chicken died I was thinkin` bout his mama
And who gon` break the news of how he got caught in the drama
Can`t trust the white ones, black ones, Puerto Ricans, or the Mexicans
Gotta turn my toothbrush into a sharp blade for my protection
And I`ma stick it deep in the flesh, of that nigga who test
Put him to rest, and leave him in a red mess
It`s a whole nother world behind this wall, don`t come down here
I see ya slip ya better straighten up before ya fall

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2]
Dear mama, I`m writing ya from the state pen
I`m in this hole again, denied for parole once again
See in here it ain`t no friends, it`s do or ya die
Shank or get shanked, at night grown men cry
Madder than a fuck cause they trapped by the state
Conversations bout suicide, cryin` to his roommate
And roommate the next one that got this nigga swangin`
Damn, caught a rope by his neck hangin`
I got to thinkin` about death in all kinds of ways
Pull a nigga shank up in this bitch, I`m goin` the other way
The only thing I can look forward to is death
And at the rate I`m goin` I got to many years left
That`s why I be actin` up, cause I be crackin` up
Layin in a stiff ass bed, in a cell with hard lead
This type of shit`ll make a weak nigga turn gay
Promise to split ya dome if ya look at me the wrong way

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]
What cha` gonna do when them lights go out, nigga
What cha` gonna do when them fights break out
What cha` gonna do when them fools start riotin`
Is you gon` be fightin` like a man or hidin`
What cha` gonna do when you approached with that gay shit
Go in his grill or get punked and don`t say shit
If you a man you gon` stand, understand what I`m sayin`
From the streets to the cell, for survival`s what I`m prayin`

[Verse 4]
Every time I turn around I`m starin` at a cop
Pig circlin` my block, tryin` to catch me with rocks
Whether it`s rain, snow, sleet, or shine I`m out on the grind
Niggas yell hoody hoo when they see one time
Man these streets fucked up, cause these crackers playin this
Now I`m spinnin` every day, takin` these penitentiary chances
I`m a straight up hustler so I can do nothin` but advise you
Don`t get caught out on this grind cause these crackers gon` hind you

[Hook x2]

[Ad-Libs]

[Hook x2]

[Ad-libs to fade]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: East Side Cult - OZ Soundtrack [Hook x2] Behind these walls ain`t no sunshine These dirty crackers steady scratchin` niggas off the grind Ho you can`t do the time then don`t do the crime You got to handle your`s like a man, I`ma handle mine [Verse 1] Breakin` the door, while them guards lookin` the other way Rapings and murders, man this shit take place every day It`s a livin` hell in this jail, males attracted to males Loud screams and yells comin` from a cell on block twelve You can`t show em` ya scared, nigga if ya do ya dead They the first to rip off a side of a bitch nigga head Now I`m sleepin on my back with my boots on in my bed See a nigga got stuck and the guard just stood there while he bled And as the chicken died I was thinkin` bout his mama And who gon` break the news of how he got caught in the drama Can`t trust the white ones, black ones, Puerto Ricans, or the Mexicans Gotta turn my toothbrush into a sharp blade for my protection And I`ma stick it deep in the flesh, of that nigga who test Put him to rest, and leave him in a red mess It`s a whole nother world behind this wall, don`t come down here I see ya slip ya better straighten up before ya fall [Hook x2] [Verse 2] Dear mama, I`m writing ya from the state pen I`m in this hole again, denied for parole once again See in here it ain`t no friends, it`s do or ya die Shank or get shanked, at night grown men cry Madder than a fuck cause they trapped by the state Conversations bout suicide, cryin` to his roommate And roommate the next one that got this nigga swangin` Damn, caught a rope by his neck hangin` I got to thinkin` about death in all kinds of ways Pull a nigga shank up in this bitch, I`m goin` the other way The only thing I can look forward to is death And at the rate I`m goin` I got to many years left That`s why I be actin` up, cause I be crackin` up Layin in a stiff ass bed, in a cell with hard lead This type of shit`ll make a weak nigga turn gay Promise to split ya dome if ya look at me the wrong way [Hook x2] [Verse 3] What cha` gonna do when them lights go out, nigga What cha` gonna do when them fights break out What cha` gonna do when them fools start riotin` Is you gon` be fightin` like a man or hidin` What cha` gonna do when you approached with that gay shit Go in his grill or get punked and don`t say shit If you a man you gon` stand, understand what I`m sayin` From the streets to the cell, for survival`s what I`m prayin` [Verse 4] Every time I turn around I`m starin` at a cop Pig circlin` my block, tryin` to catch me with rocks Whether it`s rain, snow, sleet, or shine I`m out on the grind Niggas yell hoody hoo when they see one time Man these streets fucked up, cause these crackers playin this Now I`m spinnin` every day, takin` these penitentiary chances I`m a straight up hustler so I can do nothin` but advise you Don`t get caught out on this grind cause these crackers gon` hind you [Hook x2] [Ad-Libs] [Hook x2] [Ad-libs to fade] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни OZ Soundtrack: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/104/1/12460.html Все тексты песен: East Side Cult » East Side Cult - OZ Soundtrack » East Side Cult - Ain`t No Sunshine Рекомендуем скачать: » Олег Шмаков - Тбилисский романс » О.Газманов - Улетаю » Олег Куприев - Пой, возлюбленный брат мой... » Олег Задорожный - Тракторизатор передован пахотил... » Ольга Арефьева - Камикадзе любви » О.Газманов - Москва » Океан Эльзы - Позич мені сонце » Ольга Корницкая - Я придумала дом, в котором... » Ольга Тольская - Романс жены программиста » Ольга Ясюкович - Расстаемся на развилке... » Ольга Залесская - Легкая музыка... » Ольга Чикина - Кузнечик » Ольга Тишина - Завывает пурга, и волшебник искусный... » Ольга Запрудина - Леониду Сергееву » Ольга Залесская - Есть снег. И есть порог. И есть троллейбус сонный... » Олег Куприев - Евгению Муравьеву » Олег Газманов - Москва » Ольга Залесская - Иду за зябкой пустотой... » Олег Митяев - Санкт-Петербург » Олег Медведев - Эльдорадо
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