Versuri 14. Po Nigga Blues [Scott Storch Remix] [*][Mix]

Scott Storch 
 
Hey, why'd you slang crack? 
I had to 
Why'd you slang crack? 
'Cause I had to 
Why'd you slang crack? 
'Cause I had to 
A nigga gotta pay the fuckin' rent 
 
Crazy, I gotta look at what you gave me 
You claimin' I'ma criminal when you the one that made me 
They got me trapped in this slavery 
Now I'm lost in this holocaust headin for my grave, G 
I told Sam, he could fuck the war 
And got a busted jaw for sayin', "Fuck the law" 
And if you wonder why I'm mad, check the record 
What's a nigga gotta do to get respected? 
 
Sometimes I think I'm getting tested 
And if I don't say, "Yes" a nigga quick to get arrested 
That's the reason I stay zestin' 
I keep a vest on my chest incase the cops is getting restless 
Walkin' 'round ready to light shit up 
And since my life is fucked, some say I'm slightly nuts 
Buck, buck is the sound as I move up 
Other niggas pay attention when a fool bust 
 
They make a nigga be a killer 
I used to be a dealer but they wanted to see who's realer 
Now them same motherfuckas wanna murder me 
And I wonder if the Lord ever heard of me 
I need loot, so I'm doin' what I do 
And don't say shit until you've walked in my shoes 
There's no other destiny to choose 
I had nothing left to lose, so I'm singin' the po nigga blues 
 
Why'd you slang crack? 
'Cause I had to 
Why'd you slang crack? 
'Cause I had to 
Why'd you slang crack? 
'Cause I had to 
A nigga gotta pay the fuckin' rent 
 
Pappa need brand new shoes, but what the fuck can a nigga do 
My little boy gotta eat too 
So why must I sock a fella? Just live large like Rocafella 
And did you ever stop to think? I'm old enough to go to war 
But I ain't old enough to drink 
Cops wanna hit me with the book, and you're hooked on my 
'I don't give a fuck look 
 
Makin' rules, I'ma break 'em, no matter how much you make 'em 
You show me bacon, I'ma take 'em 
So don't you ever tempt me, I'm a fool for mine, nigga 
And my pockets stay empty 
To my brother in the barrio 
You're livin' worse then the niggas in ghetto so 
I give a fuck about your language or complexion 
You got love for the niggas in my section 
 
You got problems with the punk police 
Don't run from the chumps, get the pump from me 
We ain't free, I'll be damned if I played a chip 
For a blond haired, blue eyed Caucasian bitch 
Down with my home boy, rich 
Fuck a snitch and groupie ass bitch 
And a nigga with a cellular phone 
Leave his baby at home so he can go out and bone 
And you wonder why we blazin' niggas 
'Cause you punks havin' babies can't raise the niggas 
And they damned to be fuck ups too 
Drink 40s of brew, singin' the nigga blues 
 
Why'd you slang crack? 
'Cause I had to 
Why'd you slang crack? 
'Cause I had to 
Why'd you slang crack? 
'Cause I had to 
Now I'm headin' for the motherfuckin' pen 
 
Why'd you slang crack? 
'Cause I had to 
Why'd you slang crack? 
'Cause I had to 
Why'd you slang crack? 
'Cause I had to 
Now I'm headin' for the motherfuckin' pen 
 
Why'd you slang crack? 
'Cause I had to 
Why'd you slang crack? 
'Cause I had to 
Why'd you slang crack? 
'Cause I had to 
Now I'm headin' for the motherfuckin' pen 
 
Yeah 
Oo yeah 
Oo yeah 
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