Текст (слова) песни: Masta Ace Incorporated - Late Model Sedan

[...i think underground is

Whatever, your mood or your feelings might be at the time

So long as its the truth... truth... truth...]

Verse one:

I could tell the pimped-est story

About street homicide, and make it sound gory

Cause you know, shit be happenin everyday

And then on the weekends twice as much shit comes into play

So I better watch my back or

I might get caught up, in a fuckin crack war

So I use the back door, cause the front aint safe

Seven different brothers got stuck and I dont wanna be the eighth

Dont make no sense

Walkin through my own neighborhood I feel tense

Dont wanna carry no gun

Cause the cops be stoppin us, and pattin us down just for fun

So, the only protection I got

Is my smitties, but how many kids get shot

Fuckin that throw up your hands shit

And fight like a man but he dont get to land shit

Not one punch, the only hit

Was when his head hit the concrete, got knocked clean off his feet

Got a lot of blood on they shoes

But they got that rolex, and jumped in the cruise

Late model sedan, either blue or black

Was the only description, no plates in the back

I know one thing, they aint from around here

But what block would dare to come down here

Stickin up shit, must be new jacks

Trying to get a rep, they better watch they backs *echoes*

[...they better watch they backs *gets steadily louder*]

[guess what happened to me when I was wa-walk-wah-walkin down the street]

They better watch they backs!

Verse two:

Cause my man shiloh, is out on the prowl

With some east medina, brothers thats foul

Lookin to protect, the streets that our mothers

Have to walk on, from black young brothers

Its bad enough, that if I walk through a white

Neighborhood, that, I gotta be prepared for a fight

Why should I be scared of the dark?

Scared on a brother that be lurkin in the park

I oughta be safe in a black neighborhood

But someones always up to no good

Niggaz aint never gonna make no progress

Killin one another, but you know I guess

Im feelin thirsty, Im goin to the store

If anybody calls, I went to the store!

["walkin down the, walkin down the, walkin down the block" -- scarface]

["walkin down the, walkin down the, walkin down the block"]

Verse three:

Well its quiet on the block tonight

Everything is peaceful, Im feelin alright

Yo there go dino, and little jamar

And yo that must be, a stolen car

I think they see me, they puttin up the two

Fingers meaning peace, then check what they do

Come pullin up in an eighty-three deuce and

Jump out the car and start producin

Automatic handguns, both of them got one

Some kid in the backseat sticks out a shotgun

It cant be, but I guess it can

That I know the kids in the black sedan

*gunshots fire*

I oughta be safe in a black neighborhood...

Why should I be scared of the dark?

["say fuck it put a cap in a nigga" -- scarface]

["this type of sh-shi-shit it happens eve-eve-everyday" -- slick rick]

I oughta be safe in a black neighborhood (repeat 8x)

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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: Masta Ace Incorporated - Late Model Sedan [...i think underground is Whatever, your mood or your feelings might be at the time So long as its the truth... truth... truth...] Verse one: I could tell the pimped-est story About street homicide, and make it sound gory Cause you know, shit be happenin everyday And then on the weekends twice as much shit comes into play So I better watch my back or I might get caught up, in a fuckin crack war So I use the back door, cause the front aint safe Seven different brothers got stuck and I dont wanna be the eighth Dont make no sense Walkin through my own neighborhood I feel tense Dont wanna carry no gun Cause the cops be stoppin us, and pattin us down just for fun So, the only protection I got Is my smitties, but how many kids get shot Fuckin that throw up your hands shit And fight like a man but he dont get to land shit Not one punch, the only hit Was when his head hit the concrete, got knocked clean off his feet Got a lot of blood on they shoes But they got that rolex, and jumped in the cruise Late model sedan, either blue or black Was the only description, no plates in the back I know one thing, they aint from around here But what block would dare to come down here Stickin up shit, must be new jacks Trying to get a rep, they better watch they backs echoes [...they better watch they backs gets steadily louder] [guess what happened to me when I was wa-walk-wah-walkin down the street] They better watch they backs! Verse two: Cause my man shiloh, is out on the prowl With some east medina, brothers thats foul Lookin to protect, the streets that our mothers Have to walk on, from black young brothers Its bad enough, that if I walk through a white Neighborhood, that, I gotta be prepared for a fight Why should I be scared of the dark? Scared on a brother that be lurkin in the park I oughta be safe in a black neighborhood But someones always up to no good Niggaz aint never gonna make no progress Killin one another, but you know I guess Im feelin thirsty, Im goin to the store If anybody calls, I went to the store! ["walkin down the, walkin down the, walkin down the block" -- scarface] ["walkin down the, walkin down the, walkin down the block"] Verse three: Well its quiet on the block tonight Everything is peaceful, Im feelin alright Yo there go dino, and little jamar And yo that must be, a stolen car I think they see me, they puttin up the two Fingers meaning peace, then check what they do Come pullin up in an eighty-three deuce and Jump out the car and start producin Automatic handguns, both of them got one Some kid in the backseat sticks out a shotgun It cant be, but I guess it can That I know the kids in the black sedan gunshots fire I oughta be safe in a black neighborhood... Why should I be scared of the dark? ["say fuck it put a cap in a nigga" -- scarface] ["this type of sh-shi-shit it happens eve-eve-everyday" -- slick rick] I oughta be safe in a black neighborhood (repeat 8x) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Late Model Sedan: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/14760.html Все тексты песен: Masta Ace Incorporated » Masta Ace Incorporated - The Mad Wunz » Masta Ace Incorporated - Slaughtahouse * » Masta Ace Incorporated - Sittin` On Chrome » Masta Ace Incorporated - Late Model Sedan » Masta Ace Incorporated - Boom Bashin » Masta Ace Incorporated - Saturday Nite Live » Masta Ace Incorporated - Jack B. Nimble » Masta Ace Incorporated - Crazy Drunken Style » Masta Ace Incorporated - No Regrets » Masta Ace Incorporated - The Big East » Masta Ace Incorporated - Aint U Da Masta » Masta Ace Incorporated - The I.N.C. Ride » Masta Ace Incorporated - Jeep Ass Niguh Рекомендуем скачать: » Борис Гордон - И жили как жилось (Отрывок из трагедии Убийство в храме) » Борис Френкель - Два бога » Борис Гордон - Теперь всегда снега » Борис Браславский - Красивые женщины » Булат Окуджава - (стихи) » Борис Алмазов - Прощайте, голуби » Буланова Татьяна - Баллада » Булат Окуджава - Господа юнкера » Борис Вахнюк - В кольце Жигулей » Борис Вайханский - Прощайте, милые места... » Башаков бэнд - Философ » Белый Орел - Мишура » Блестящие - Там, за облаками » Борис Хвошнянский - Ариозо Фигаро » Белый Орел - Ты же знаешь, я сумею » Б.Моисеев - Ангелы » Булат Окуджава - Песенка веселого солдата » Борис Вахнюк - Доброта » Блестящие - Звук дождя » Борис Вахнюк - Гене Васильеву
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