Suite for Orchestra No. 2 in B Minor for Flute and Strings, BWV 1067: III. Sarabande

歌詞

(Pooh-Man) Let's do this ya'll (Robin Smith) This is how we live each day Growing up the gangster way This is how we live in the gutter This is how we live each day Growing up the gangster way This is how we live in the gutter (Pooh-Man) Straight player oakland mack It's all about never leaving home unstrapped I tell these tales and tell them well Get in the game punk And watch your trick ass fail Can't stand the heat of the eastside streets One pull of a trigger knocks you off your feet The fast lane the dope game so much pain Clocking cash like a champ Won't a damn thang change I come from O-O-O still down with the dudes But I still got love for my 6 9 roots Little girl black rammy on The story goes on but real players know It's the town of the dank point of fat 20 sacks the town where the motherf**kers made the mack 'cause it's the Eastside 'cause only real gutter motherf**kers understand me Standing on the block Riding the strip Never been loose without my glock and two clips 'cause I am yelling out the windows Riding the hoes Summer time and I am gonna bring back the gold and vogues It ain't the dope fiend beat my name is Pooh-Man bitch Get mad all you want but you can't do shit To the real players put your hand in the air They can't f**k with gutter players (Robin Smith) This is how we live each day Growing up the gangster way This is how we live in the gutter This is how we live each day Growing up the gangster way This is how we live in the gutter (Pooh-Man) Eight o'clock on the block With four five glock Got's to be saved 'cause this fiends won't what I got They spend ten, 50-50 two or one You want my pot then fool come and get some The life of a hustler, living like a G Look up player in the dictionary And you will find me 80 G's a day puts a brother on relax Have more hoes then Frank Ward So call me the fat cat And don't mind putting the fool in dirt Run up to me and my family and watch me put in work Big Ken plays muscle Kitty Wing plays keys Yelling rest in peace to a click that want some beef Where ya from Does the baron know where ya heading Run up on my family and watch your ass regret it I am calling 187 shots Having fools dropped Used to be your spot but now it's my spot Taking' what's' yours is the best way to get ahead I ain't with that color shit but I'll paint your ass red To put it bluntly I am a cold hearted brother Top of Ol' G's how to survive in the gutter (Robin Smith) This is how we live each day Growing up the gangster way This is how we live in the gutter This is how we live each day Growing up the gangster way This is how we live in the gutter (Pooh-Man) The moves I mack the chances I take No time for mistakes because these brothers be snakes A fool a snitch on your ass fast Scared as hell trying to save his own ass And I ain't got time to trust nobody Stab while where I rest my head, it ain't that type of party You see I can always say I ain't stupid But when the feds are at my door I gots to prove it Search warrants about 15 deep Swearing up and down that they are going to find some keys All though my closet Searching through my kitchen What cha looking for old man some f**king chicken Trying to find some drug pearfunalim Your out of luck law man, what I tell ya And they be pissed when they don't find nothing But they be happy as hell when they do find something But I ain't giving them bastards nothing to gloat about You did'nt find shit, so get the F**K OUT! So hear is a message to the A.T.F.D.A. and F.B.I. Eat shit and die From the gutter (Robin Smith) This is how we live each day Growing up the gangster way This is how we live in the gutter This is how we live each day Growing up the gangster way This is how we live in the gutter