Buddhas Family 2

Letra de Kenny Y Eric Perdida Total

Let me take you to that place, let me take you to that place
That's what I say (ayo, ILL Tone)
That's what I said, right?
Come take a walk (still do)
Uh, yo

I take you back to them streets where we made it happen (roll with me)
Niggas hid in they attics, we link and they made facts (we outta there)
I ain't made friends jumpin' off the porch, I made opps
I was right around the corner when that cracker shot up Tops (mm)
And they killed that old lady, uh (mm)
That's just enough for her son to go crazy (that's enough)
I wonder why that cracker ain't go shoot up Old Navy and shut down the mall? (Shut that shit down)
They compared me to the devil until we met down the hall (met down the hall)
They tried to coach me through this shit, thinkin' without them, I could fall (I can't)
But none of these niggas ain't teach Steph how to ball (uh)
Nah, they ain't touch Bron how to dunk (been doin' this shit)
I done dunked over half these lil' niggas more than once (more than once)
I done fucked on most these cats' hoes more than twice (more than twice)
And then cut them hoes off, I couldn't live the double life (mm-mm)
The bubble nice, but it's plenty more shit, just name somethin' (just name somethin')
I send a bitch through, I swear you won't know where it came from (mm)
On a boat, these flashbacks of where we got our 'caine from (talk 'bout it)
I swore that I would be rich until the day my chain hung
It ain't too many niggas cut out from this cloth, name some (just name some)
Any nigga that I ever gave the sauce, they paid for it (uh)
I prayed for it, I was out on the field and I played for it
I saved for it, took it over and I wrote my name on it (wrote my name on this shit)
A flawless track record that ain't got a stain on it, uh (got a stain)
And it ain't from Camino if it ain't no game on it, nah

Uh, haha
Hahaha

Guess who's bizzack? (Guess who?), wrist on wit-wet (woo)
Stumbled on a six-pack (woo), I'm like let me get that (haha)
You shot his mama house up (brrt), now he on get-back (bah, bah, bah)
You fucked the money up (go), now he on get-back (go)
You want the full joint or the half cage with the chinstrap? (What you need?)
I'll hail mary that bitch to you, pay me when you get back (just pay me when you get back)
That's what you do when you up and your dog down (yeah)
Be a shooter with the shooters, get it jumpin' in a frog town (hahaha)
I burned all my contracts and deleted all my contacts (fuck 'em)
I been pitchin' like I play for the Diamondbacks, nigga, I am that (woo)
Slow bread to me is no bread (that shit is no bread)
If it's takin' too long to lock, bitch, you know it's slow shit (you know it's slow shit)
I made a half a million with the dopeheads
My shooter did it off the moped (brrt, bah, bah), blood on his Pro-Keds
Let that soak in, bitch, I'm so him
The coke a ten, Latrell Sprewell, they chokin' again (woo)
Sprewells, you know how I spin
Nonstop shit, I told my niggas not to trip
I drop a classic album, same night, do a hundred-block flip, shh
Now that's just talk, that's just gossip, it's just God shit
Got 'em feelin' like Johnson (Why?), they like: We don't wanna go back to the strip club
'Cause last week, we shot that shit (brrt), these niggas not like this (bah, bah, bah, bah)
My name Stove, bitch

OT
This hood bad and evil (bad and evil)
I'ma do 'em too good, could get bad for people (it's bad)
My man got snapped, he woke up and started stabbin' people (hoo, hoo)
Tryna make his way to the door, but on the camera, it looks like he's goin' after people (damn)
I learned to keep my character live even if they ain't have the sequel (whatever)
Actions speak truth louder than words long as they actually see you
Doin' it (Doin' it), the streets influenced this
There's different aves, to each his own
The same streets'll eat its own, they barbecuin' shit (they barbecuin' shit)
You at risk, don't worry 'bout me, I survived on tuna fish, soups, and chips (I'm good)
We live through wars and die over the stupidest (stupidest)
I'm due again, a bag comin', they sayin' they recouped again (cha-ching)
My man ain't show, they did a sweep, guessin' he got swooped again (guessin' he got swooped again)
Damn (man)

I was holdin' on and drownin', I let go, that's when I found out how to lose to win (woo)
And I been losin' friends
He says he stays away from blues and he just do the tans (oh, yeah?)
They fake too, but his body just used to them (his body just used to them)
Found out who gon' spin, move out for the fam (move out for the fam)
Five hundred on a thousand, said an ounce for a band (ounce for a band)
Even the touched work bounce in the pans (jumpin')
Love it or hate it, I been raided more times than I can count on one hand (boom, boom, boom)
But, yo, I'm still thinkin' how to expand (yeah), without the heat that follows (heat that follows)
Celebrate at midnight 'cause we made it to see tomorrow (wWe made it to see tomorrow)
Gotta make sure that we see tomorrow (make sure)
Double back, makin' sure he gone like a deleted comma (there he go)
Bang