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mac dre - i've been down كلمات الأغنية

(feat. harm)

real n-gg-s
(let’s make this official, baby)
real before rappin
respect before success

[harm]
i’ve been down
for oh so long
starin at these prison walls

i want you to…
step in my 150s for a minute
step in my shoes
walk in my shoes
yeah
just want you to see things like how i see em
you know
this’s for all my n-gg-s out there
check it out

bottom bunk, sleepin in a 2 man cell
c.o. at my do’, and i’m mad as h-ll
punk police cowboy from texas
talkin some sh-t bout servin breakfast
it’s 5: 15, he must be psycho
or just plain stupid for thinkin i might go
i cussed him out, he gave me distance
and pressed his body alarm for quick -ssistance
now these m-th-f-ckas wanna do it the rough way
five c.o.’s is what it takes to cuff dre
straight to the hole, but it ain’t no thang
my celly got dank, so i’m kool & the gang
see the lt. for the disposition
28 days commissary restriction
2 days later back on the main line
dopefiend’s owe, so i go claim mine
25 cartons, now i’m straight
keep 17, and the homeboys 8
cop some hop, start back boomin
got em sendin money on the western union
2 fat gramms of that china white
gon’ have these dopefiends tryin to fight
grabbed 3 cartons to coop some dank
and 5 mo’ packs for some hooch to drink
now i’m chillin in my cell lookin out the window
drinkin pruno, smokin indo
grabbed my shank, but when i’m fits ta bounce
they lock a n-gg- down for a census counts
look at jack books while i’m waitin
might even do a little masturbatin
trippin off that b-tch domonique
i bust one quick while my celly sleep
doors rack open, now it’s time for movement
godd-mn pruno got a n-gg- too bent
bounce to the movies with my homies
the t-tle sound good, but the sh-t was phoney
d-mn cigarettes won’t let me breathe
n-gg-s gettin restless, wantin to leave
the lights flash on, quick as f-ck
somebody in the bathroom just got stuck
if he makes it, he’ll be lucky
six inch blade stuck straight in gutry
25 cops rush the spot
now i got one-time on my jock
stash my shank underneath the seat
and make sure no blood is on my feet
punk police wanna take me down
they put me on the wall and they shake me down
now it’s back to the block strapless
but i got two mo’ in my matress
one mo’ time i peep the cops
f-ckin with them boys from great street, watts
i said, “punk m-th-f-cka, won’t you leave em the h-ll alone”
bounced to the 3rd tier and got on the telephone
called my b-tch, but she showed me no love
got on the phone, shot me a cold dove
she said she can’t talk, she got a sore throat
but she probably gettin f-cked by a sport coat
i’m goin through it

yeah
y’all real n-gg-s know

yeah m-th-f-cka
i done been there and back boy
i could tell you the story from rags to riches
how i did time with f-gs and snitches
that’s real
it’s really real
it’s no drama
it’s really real
yeah
y’all n-gg-s better go to school
tryina f-ck with this n-gg- here, man
it’s the real
yeah
d-ck down
freaky d
baby rah
t-endo
my n-gg-s
ty-ty
doin that federal sh-t

freak
freak, don’t worry about nothin, man

i’ve been down
for oh so long
starin at these prison walls
same old song

- mac dre

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