Текст (слова) песни: Rza - Grits

(feat. Allah Real, Masta Killa)

[Hook: Allah Real]
When I was small
We had nothing at all
We used to eat Grits, for dinner
It was pain
almost drive a man insane
what we could find for
to survive another day
but I said nah...

[RZA]
An old killa bee once hummed me a tune
Stay up at night, don`t sleep on ya moon
Four seeds in the bed, eight seeds in the room
Afternoon cartoon, we would fight for the spoon
Old Earth in the kitchen, yell "it`s time to eat"
Across the foyer, ya hear the gather of stampeding feet
One pound box of sugar, and a stick of margarine
A hot pot of Grits got my family from starvin`
Loose with the welfare cheese, thick wit` the gravy
used to suck it, straight out the bottle as a baby
Steamy hot meal serve less than five minutes
Big silver pot, boilin` water, salt in it
House full of brothers and sisters, the pop`s missin`
Pillsbury box on the stove in the kitchen

[Hook x0.5]

[Masta Killa]
Young shorties in my hood started hustlin`
Packin` bags at the neighbourhood associate
Growin` up, not as fortunate to have that fly shit
I`m too young, no jobs`d hire me legit
You walkin` down the street with ya gun in ya hand
Drinkin, thinkin` of a masterplan
Your Old Earth can`t afford what ya friends got
So you roll up to the spot, with ya thing `pon cock
And it seems worth the takin`, stomach achin`
Morning star Reggie makin` go good with the Grits
Now let`s take it back for real
when we used to build at ghetto big wheels
with the shoppin` cart wheels, and wood to nail the seat on
Girls skippin` rope in the street
the Summer heat, left the jelly prints stuck to they feet
Skelly chief, flippin` baseball cards for keeps
Momma said it`s gettin` late, and it`s time to come eat

[Hook]

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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: Rza - Grits (feat. Allah Real, Masta Killa) [Hook: Allah Real] When I was small We had nothing at all We used to eat Grits, for dinner It was pain almost drive a man insane what we could find for to survive another day but I said nah... [RZA] An old killa bee once hummed me a tune Stay up at night, don`t sleep on ya moon Four seeds in the bed, eight seeds in the room Afternoon cartoon, we would fight for the spoon Old Earth in the kitchen, yell "it`s time to eat" Across the foyer, ya hear the gather of stampeding feet One pound box of sugar, and a stick of margarine A hot pot of Grits got my family from starvin` Loose with the welfare cheese, thick wit` the gravy used to suck it, straight out the bottle as a baby Steamy hot meal serve less than five minutes Big silver pot, boilin` water, salt in it House full of brothers and sisters, the pop`s missin` Pillsbury box on the stove in the kitchen [Hook x0.5] [Masta Killa] Young shorties in my hood started hustlin` Packin` bags at the neighbourhood associate Growin` up, not as fortunate to have that fly shit I`m too young, no jobs`d hire me legit You walkin` down the street with ya gun in ya hand Drinkin, thinkin` of a masterplan Your Old Earth can`t afford what ya friends got So you roll up to the spot, with ya thing `pon cock And it seems worth the takin`, stomach achin` Morning star Reggie makin` go good with the Grits Now let`s take it back for real when we used to build at ghetto big wheels with the shoppin` cart wheels, and wood to nail the seat on Girls skippin` rope in the street the Summer heat, left the jelly prints stuck to they feet Skelly chief, flippin` baseball cards for keeps Momma said it`s gettin` late, and it`s time to come eat [Hook] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Grits: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/117/1/8239.html Все тексты песен: Rza » Rza - A Day to God is 1,000 Years (Stay With M » Rza - The North Sea » Rza - Fuck What You Think » Rza - Shady » Rza - La Rhumba » Rza - Bong Bong » Rza - My Lovin` is Digi » Rza - Break Bread » Rza - N.Y.C. Everything » Rza - La Rhumba » Rza - On Tha Ground » Rza - Holocaust (Silkworm) » Rza - Drink, Smoke & Fuck » Rza - Throw Your Flag Up » Rza - Grits » Rza - Ode to O-Ren Ishii » Rza - Kiss of a Black Widow » Rza - Odessey » Rza - Unspoken Word » Rza - Brooklyn Babies Рекомендуем скачать: » Юлий Ким - Иные времена настали наконец-то... » Юрий Визбор - Подлодка » Юрий (Георгий) Аделунг - Катамаран » Юрий Панюшкин - Берега » Юрий Визбор - Что ж ты нигде не живешь » Ю.Началова - Герой не моего романа » Юрий Визбор - Белый снег » Юрий Лорес - На дорогу, на дорогу... » Юрий Бендюков - Красноярск » Юрий Кукин - Солдат Киплинга » Юрий Панюшкин - Наш челн » Юрий Визбор - Песня альпинистов » Юрий Визбор - Одинокий гитарист в придорожном ресторан » Юрий Навалихин - Осень » Юрий Туманов - Старые друзья » Юрий Нестеренко - Придут другие времена... » Юрий Визбор - Иркутск » Ю.Панова - Я верю » Юрий (Георгий) Аделунг - Песня о расстрелянном поэте » Ю.Антонов - Крыша дома твоего
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