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nipsey hussle - rimpau's finest كلمات الأغنية

[intro: nipsey hussle]
light that sh-t, n-gg-, smoke that
all the chronic in the sky
feel me, feel me

[verse 1: nipsey hussle]
stop, look, and listen
crank your box, turn up your system
bang it on the block where you pitchin’
my synthesis is reminiscent of what rap missin’
my gold glisten due to the zones i sold in the district
i got b-tches, that got n-gg-s, that got digits
when she hit the mall, it’s his cash she shoppin’ with
she know my size, it’s 36 and 10 in kicks
so she spend it, then hit the women’s sh-t and shoplift
it’s crazy how many ladies call me “baby”
monica and mercedes, tamika and lashay
we be up all night, f-ckin’, she suckin’ monkey bites on my swipe
smokin’ blunts like this must be life
but then it’s back to the grind and grizzly, ya’m’sayin’
with so much work, i chop rocks iwth guillotines
i want big things but them thoughts is still a dream
so i’m on the block until i get the cheese, ’cause
the paper, the cash, the dollars, the profit i’m after
you savin’ a stash, shoebox and what’s under your mattress
i stay on the ave, i’ve been watchin’ the murders happen
i hit the alley, get a sack and burn a blunt and p-ss it
on the block, on the bike, on the handlebars i’m rollin’
duckin’ them choppers that talk and watch when they patrollin’
chrome super soaker, pockets with rocks bulgin’
double ups under folger cans, don’t let the man know this
pull up, what up? what you need? bounce
eighths to quarters to halves to the whole ounce
my n-gg-s use methods to stretch it and zone out
and connect with mexicans sendin’ pounds down south

[verse 2]
rimpau ain’t a mystery, we blast them guns
i hold down four blocks just standing on one
my life is russian roulette and it’s randomly spun
put heaters in granny’s house just to her my love
and yeah, my mama crazy but she pampered the funds
she knew that i wasn’t just the average son
i’m slauson, where if you criss-cross, get jumped
we drive mc’s with hammers that make you run, see
i was raised where all the damage is done
i’ll shoot dice late night where n-gg-s won’t even come
it’s murder, ever since joe’s juicy burger
round here, cowards with jheri curls get burnt up
n-gg-s, i’m from the slums
and down here, it’s hard to breathe when you got a sh-ll stuck in your lungs
and i do it for fun, the hood need me here
the smokers cheer when i run from the ones, come on

[verse 3]
since a youngster, always loved the hood
didn’t know the history but i knew it was more to it
croker sacks with d-ckies pants, and hard music
shorty hop to it, lovin’ the movement, she true indeed
she puff weed like me, but she don’t mc
high off the doja green, l.a. chosen scene
back streets like, “n-gg-, this is alley music”
pump sacks how my n-gg-s off in cali do it
often badly bruisin’ haters ’cause they mad we do it
get that money then fly just like a pack of poison
then heatin’ on ’em like vicks
we qb, p-ssin’ the spliff, packages sell, tryna grip
from the ceiling to floor, how that dough growing
mami fine, lovin’ the hustle like i love to do it
can’t knock it, we back on the block with k-swiss and converse
white tee and sharp creases what we work for

- nipsey hussle

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