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truthcity - a gooood night كلمات الأغنية

(hook)
said we just livin’ life, we don’t need no sleep
all we got is time, everything’s on me
middle finger in the sky, yellin’ f-ck police
wildin’ till we die, throw your hands up high
said tonight gon’ be a good night for me
tonight gon’ be a good night for me
tonight gon’ be a good night for me
tonight gon’ be a gooood niiiight…

(verse 1)
7 swishas in the zippy, got all my n-ggas with me
bottle of ciroc got my eyes lookin’ silly
mothaf-ck a cop, tell them boys come and get me
cus i don’t plan to stop, ooo mama please forgive me
lord knows i been, i been good for long
but bein’ bad feels so good, and this weed is so strong
exercise your right, it’s your right to be wrong
throw it if you got it, you can’t take it when you gone
-ss out the window mooning everything i p-ss
shouts to all the teachers man that kicked me out of cl-ss
said i wouldn’t get through junior high, and look at me i p-ssed
got me that diploma and used it to wipe my -ss
see when that bell rings and these kids go home
they livin’ in a world that these teachers don’t know
what these quizzes can’t teach and what these tests don’t show
what these teachers can’t teach we learn that on our own
chuuch!

(hook)

(verse 2)
all i hear is go to school, get off your -ss, get a job
turn that music down, waan waan blah blah
b-tch, b-tch, nag, nag, d-mn, get off my jock
f-ck your path, i’ma follow my heart
b-tch, college or prison
forced to make a decision
chose neither, me i’m a dreamer
if i have a beat i’ma give ya
the best of me, slang this wisdom
through every street and help lift the
community where i’m livin’
f-ck with me, no more k!llin’
let’s make this night one they gon’ remember
i’m talkin’ more graduates and less drug dealers
f-ck what n-ggas think bout who you are, how you look
what you wear, f-ck who cares, grab a blunt and a book
and meet me outside of the precinct doors
and tell em’ free our n-ggas and stop kickin’ down our doors
we just survivin’ the conditions uncle sam created for us
keep foreclosin’ our houses we gon’ keep on robbin’ yours
n-gga!

(hook)

(verse 3)
middle finger in the sky yellin’ f-ck your statistics
won’t be a stereotype or perpetuate your image
i’ma slang these cds to your precious little children
invite em’ to my shows, have em’ singing every lyric
and it’s gon go f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, sh-t
-ss, c-nt, sl-t, hoe and a bunch of other sh-t
f-ck the radio and any other censorship
or mothaf-cka trynna tell us what we can and can’t spit
time to exercise our power, the industry is dyin’
they play the same godd-mn songs five times
in the same hour, d-mn i got it memorized
swear i hear the same sh-t everytime i turn the kn-b
labels control the dials, sit back and think they can buy you
let you do all the work, then come in and try to sign you
sell you a million dreams, just to not do sh-t
can’t wait to walk inside the office and tell em’ to suck my d-ck
b-tch!

(hook)

- truthcity

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