Текст (слова) песни: Jeru the Damaja - Presha

Intro:
This goes out to all my young brothers and sisters
Hold ya head, things ain`t always what they seem
I`m about to give you a dose of reality
Real deal

{Jeru The Damaja}
Nowaways, records are played and superstars are made
Still mothers in the ghetto, rent dont get payed
As a result, bullets are sprayed and their sons are laid
It`s no myth, in ghetto life, if you don`t fight you fade
Surviving in the streets, not a task for ordinary men
Growing up in the hood, young black and supahuman
Caught up in the game of blocks and cops run your block
Intercourse with witches and hunted by warlocks
For props, boos-hoot pop, another brother drops
He barely knew his pops,
now his little seed will barely know his pops
Tunnel vision like a cyclops
I give you x-ray vision with these supahuman eyedrops
My niggas in the ghetto, give it everything you got
Cuz until we reach the top, can`t stop and won`t stop

Chorus 2X:
Can you feel?
The presha, the the the presha
Hand over
The presha, the the the presha

{Jeru The Damaja}
Journalists write articles cuz they can`t write rhymes
Ever since I was a youth I dealt in crime
Now I`m trying to reach the youth, to preserve what`s left
There`s a fork in the road, choose life or death
There`s too much stress, too many bullets for your vest
Temptress, suck ya best, exotic strains of syphillis
The rest, rest in the Earth, only the best progress
It`s you who think I see commercial success
Warning, this shit is real, this is not a test
And what I express worth more than a Lexus
Serve it like baby food, still hard to digest
Long ass niggas is mental slaves, I gotta protest

Chorus 2X

{Jeru The Damaja}
Baby in the crib, and dad got no loot for food
So he do what he got to do
Keep it real, I don`t playa hate ya
God my divine nature,
sent at this time to stabilize the structure
We should all live like wise kings,
now sing praise to the gutter
The blazed double X, concelead like a box cutter
Brothers should be teaching, not murdering one another
Word, to the mother land, kill the other man
Lord of the concrete jungle, and Tarzan was a black man
Swingin on vines vibin, been balancin the eco system
And since there`s no more niggas in the ghetto, here I am

Chorus 4X
(you got to deal with*instead of hand over)

Meanwhile, back at Supahuman Klik Headquarters...

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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: Jeru the Damaja - Presha Intro: This goes out to all my young brothers and sisters Hold ya head, things ain`t always what they seem I`m about to give you a dose of reality Real deal {Jeru The Damaja} Nowaways, records are played and superstars are made Still mothers in the ghetto, rent dont get payed As a result, bullets are sprayed and their sons are laid It`s no myth, in ghetto life, if you don`t fight you fade Surviving in the streets, not a task for ordinary men Growing up in the hood, young black and supahuman Caught up in the game of blocks and cops run your block Intercourse with witches and hunted by warlocks For props, boos-hoot pop, another brother drops He barely knew his pops, now his little seed will barely know his pops Tunnel vision like a cyclops I give you x-ray vision with these supahuman eyedrops My niggas in the ghetto, give it everything you got Cuz until we reach the top, can`t stop and won`t stop Chorus 2X: Can you feel? The presha, the the the presha Hand over The presha, the the the presha {Jeru The Damaja} Journalists write articles cuz they can`t write rhymes Ever since I was a youth I dealt in crime Now I`m trying to reach the youth, to preserve what`s left There`s a fork in the road, choose life or death There`s too much stress, too many bullets for your vest Temptress, suck ya best, exotic strains of syphillis The rest, rest in the Earth, only the best progress It`s you who think I see commercial success Warning, this shit is real, this is not a test And what I express worth more than a Lexus Serve it like baby food, still hard to digest Long ass niggas is mental slaves, I gotta protest Chorus 2X {Jeru The Damaja} Baby in the crib, and dad got no loot for food So he do what he got to do Keep it real, I don`t playa hate ya God my divine nature, sent at this time to stabilize the structure We should all live like wise kings, now sing praise to the gutter The blazed double X, concelead like a box cutter Brothers should be teaching, not murdering one another Word, to the mother land, kill the other man Lord of the concrete jungle, and Tarzan was a black man Swingin on vines vibin, been balancin the eco system And since there`s no more niggas in the ghetto, here I am Chorus 4X (you got to deal withinstead of hand over) Meanwhile, back at Supahuman Klik Headquarters... Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Presha*: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/109/1/10577.html Все тексты песен: Jeru the Damaja » Jeru the Damaja - Presha » Jeru the Damaja - Jungle Music » Jeru the Damaja - Come Clean » Jeru the Damaja - Revenge of the Prophet (part 5) » Jeru the Damaja - Whatever » Jeru the Damaja - Invasion » Jeru the Damaja - Friends » Jeru the Damaja - Queens » Jeru the Damaja - Tha Bullshit » Jeru the Damaja - Blak Luv » Jeru the Damaja - War » Jeru the Damaja - Renegade Slave » Jeru the Damaja - Da Bichez » Jeru the Damaja - Mental Stamina » Jeru the Damaja - Statik » Jeru the Damaja - My Mind Spray » Jeru the Damaja - Me or the Papes » Jeru the Damaja - Billie Jean (Safe Sex) » Jeru the Damaja - 99.9 Pa Cent » Jeru the Damaja - Ain`t the Devil Happy Рекомендуем скачать: » Фабрика Звезд - Танцы-обниманцы » Филипп Киркоров - Дива » Фабрика Звезд - 2 » Филипп Киркоров - Зайка моя » Фабрика - Отпусть любовь » Фабрика звезд-3 - Ария министра зелени Фзляндии » Филипп Киркоров - Зайка моя » Фристайл - Белые ромашки » Филипп Киркоров - Примадонна » Феликс Даллада - Лишь восток расцветал... » Ф.Киркоров - Немного жаль » Филипп Киркоров - Весенний календарь » Филипп Киркоров - Загляни в мои глаза » Френсис Гойя - На пороге разлуки » Фактор2 - Меньше пить » Филипп Киркоров - Не смотри ты на часы » Фриске Жанна - Лечу в темноту » Филипп Киркоров - Плюс и минус » Фристайл - Не говори мне "прощай" » Фидошные песни - Из панелек сине-звездных
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