《Reppin The Streets》是Freeway演唱的歌曲，收錄於《Free at Last》專輯中。
基本介紹
- 外文名：Reppin The Streets
- 所屬專輯：Free at Last
- 歌曲原唱：Freeway
- 歌曲語言：英語
歌曲歌詞
Life's a struggle you born alone and you die alone
In between life's pages you get your cryin' on
I'm from where you never snitch you do the time for 'em
Nigga try to play you bring the nine's for
'Em ride on 'em
Catch 'em in traffic and squeeze the gauge on
'Em rain on 'em
Donnelly's is them niggas with the cage for 'em
Motherf**ker's swore they had me trapped in a box
I had to plan and plot before I could brainstorm
Name bomb
Bomb on 'em the plan is to stay calm
React like Saddam but cool as the Fonz on 'em
These niggas ain't killers I'm pullin' the files on 'em
They chumps chimps
Ain't even monkey's run from gorillas
They livin' your rhymes out
You live with your moms
And you ain't pushin' no rides and you ain't whippin'
Those nine's out
You livin' a lie and you continue to lie
And we continue to mob word to my mom we movin' out
Nigga
From war and tears to white tees
Yeah from crack bundles to black burners
Uh from cold winters to hot summers
From north and south Philly to South Beach
Uh from jail cells to plush suits
Yeah from Timbalands to Nikes
Uh from button ups to hoods we
Still keepin' it hood reppin' the streets
C'mon
Comin' up I ain't had name brand nothin' on
All my shirts they had the Tigers on 'em ironed on 'em
Then I got myself together went and grinded for it
She was struggling couldn't ask my moms for it
My era
Them little niggas with them K's that'll pall bear ya
They will strip you naked leavin' you with nothin' on
Uh catch you at the light and step and pall bear ya
This goes for all areas wherever hustlin' goes on
There's a whole lot of bustin' involved
People dyin' lot of cryin' lot of fussin' goin' on
Uh I seen people be there in the day
Then by the night disappear in the fog
Then reappear in the morgue
Then they name just appear on your arm
With a tat sayin' "This for my dawgs"
But nigga this for my dawgs
No tats so I spit it in raps
So they hear you if I lay here tomorrow
Will I be here tomorrow
From war and tears to white tees
Yeah from crack bundles to black burners
Uh from cold winters to hot summers
From north and south Philly to South Beach
Uh from jail cells to plush suits
Yeah from Timbalands to Nikes
Uh from button ups to hoods we
Still keepin' it hood reppin' the streets
C'mon
If I had dollar for every person caught up
In the system that was innocent
I'd be richer than the president
Was incarcerated now you see me on your internet
Spit Sony high definition that's the vividness
