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the o [bklyn] - some kidz كلمات أغنية

chorus (x2)
some kidz (gotta follow!)
some kidz (fight back!)
some kidz (gotta follow!)
why they do like that?

ayo some kidz like to party and get wild
grab the 40s and the trees, an o_zs to get smiled
other kids be like, “yo, i gotta focus!”
’cause my test score’s slippin’ and soon everyone will know this!

some kidz just chillin’, not illin’
some kidz’ heads spin with ritalin and a little gin
their spittled chins jigglin’, always cryin’ or gigglin’
never pryin’ free of the anxiety that’s n_gglin’

some kidz scream and shout
thoughts stream or drought
can’t get burned out to the world that they dreamed about
some kidz believe, some doubt
some got cream and some without

some inherit sh_t and bury it, then try to dig it out
some kidz just wanna love, but they don’t know how
some kidz just be like, “yo_a_bow_wow_wow!”
some kidz walkin’ ’round with razors in they mouth
sayin’ “show some respect, you in brooklyn now!!”
(chorus x2)

ayo some chickz
they seem to just like fancy nicks, ricks, or d_cks
like cheney, they zany, complainy
some chicks, they just amaze me
they slay me, play me, always sayin’ “maybe”
they call me baby

some chicks drunk from their wine cooler after 3 sips
then they get real mad at me, scr_pe and key whips
can’t help but pop wood every time i see hips
but she thinks that the sun shines out her p_ssy lips

some girls don’t understand
what a glimpse of they flesh can do to a man
tears me apart like vietnam
makes my brain fry like ham
makes me make love to my hand
while watchin’ gilligan’s mary_ann
lyin’ in the sand

some girls understand too well
go through h_ll with guys fiendin’ an’ houndin’, leerin’ an’ schemin’
makes me think, “d_mn, it must be hard to live a life without s_m_n”
meanin’, some kidz need to back the f_ck off
girls, let your mace cough and raise off
you motherf_ckin’ kidz
(chorus x2)

some kidz like to rock, say turn it up, f_ck it up
play with knives and get stuck or else get gats and buck_buck
then they sh_t outta luck, gettin’ tried as adults
locked behind doors with bolts or else fried with 10,000 volts
i gotta hand it to a kid who takes his destiny into his own hands
don’t blow a fuse, man, understand
that i got a message and i send this—
use your brain to quench this thirst for vengeance!!
then there’s p_wns, kings, kidz who live how britney sings
kidz wit rings in they nose
then there’s those who just hear the dough—bling bling (cha_ching!)

punks, drunks, wimps, pimps
crank, mann, gimp, shrimps(??)
flocks, cliques, jocks, d_cks
lots of p_ssies, c_cks, and pr_cks

with camaro sound system blastin’, denial_found wisdom castin’
dread_locked, punk_rocked, pierced, tatted, dyed_hair_ratted
h_lls of simple platitudes
with wells of pimple_spattered dudes
with wells of dim_dull attitudes
stuffed to the gills fulla tabs an’ ludes
priests, nuns, glues, guns
drug_using losers, thugs, and bruisers
metal_heads, ravers, club kidz, goths
i can’t take it anymore, stop!!
kissers of teachers’ b_tts
or bleacher sl_ts who will eat yer nuts
if ya fall in love, they eat yer guts
whole lotta frontin’, n_gga what’s!!__

gods, clods
guru, zulu, hindu, voodoo, fubu, or jew man
which the f_ck are you???

- the o bklyn

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