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violent j - walking home: wednesday كلمات أغنية

[intro: violent j]
d_mn, it’s wednesday, halfway through the week
these motherf_ckers trippin’ out here
that’s why i had to borrow my brother’s gun
i’m trying to get home safe in this b_tch, in one piece
f_ck it, here i go

[verse 1: violent j, tierre diaz, sugar slam]
well, i socked fat pat in his f_ckin’ mouth when he came to get his check
besides that, work wasn’t sh_t
i peeped the clock, it’s six on the dot
i bust out the spot bumpin’ mix_a_lot
sh_t’s hot in my headphones, parkin’ lot a dead zone
someone grabbed my shoulder from behind, whip out the lead, boom
ah! j, you shot me, my arm’s gone
but you was only playing, right, dog?
happy the pimp, harmless, and now armless
even when the sun out, he creeps out the darkness
you shot him! his number one hooker beth, heartless
she got them aids and the breath of a carcass
die! she swung a stick, i ducked and caught her in the eye
she no_sold it, i shot her in the thigh
happy, come get this nasty b_tch and get on
it’s a circus of violence, walking home

[chorus]
i just got off, but everything ain’t alright
now my real work begins just trying to get home alive
crooks and k!llers to the left, criminals and thieves to the right
walking home through the hood, the job is just to survive
[verse 2: violent j, sh_ggy 2 dope]
a couple blocks down, i seen a dump truck pullin’ a blue van
being chased by a clueless man
he was shirtless, i swear to god he should’ve heard this
i’ll pay you next week, dude! it was dirt, yes
i tried to duck, but he saw me! j, want a gan sack?
help your boy get his van back?
bromie, really? you call gans, huh
let me tell you something you don’t understand, son
all you’ve ever done is bailed when i needed ya
you probably downloaded them gans off wikiweedia
rico is over here lookin’ for you
buy a couple gan sacks, and i’ll have your f_ckin’ back, dude
right then, we heard a gunshot, bang, yo
dirt vanished quicker than criss angel
it was the murder rats aiming for my dome
trying to catch me and k!ll me, as i’m walking home

[verse 3: violent j, jumpsteady]
i almost dropped my gat near the train tracks
cuttin’ through a backyard, hoppin’ fences like a track star
an acrobatic spazmatic spectacular
’cause the murder rats scarier than dracula
oh, yeah, now i’m in my groove, right
i found a playscape and hid up in a tube slide
my gat aimed at the open end as i hid
hopin’ one will come lookin’ in, and they did
run, make it to blowzanna’s house
might as well hide my banana in her mouth
slurp it like a slurpee, f_ck a herpe
i’ma make her neden chirp, wild turkey
like beef jerky, last time, she bit my c_ck
front door unlocked, why not?
ran upstairs to her bedroom and had to gag
there was dirt getting blowed for a bag of schwag
god d_mn, blowzanna, you cheating_ass scammer
you’s a fat baboon, they should call you tarzana
murder rats must have caught up, her house gettin’ shot up
she’s still blowin’ that fool for his weak product
jumped out the bedroom window and bolted
home, and of course there was rico, hold it
time for all the money you owe me, homie
you know what, bromie, you’re right, i got it on me
here’s your bank, it’s in this sack
f_ckin’ take it and never come back
he pulled off, no question i got lucky indeed
that wasn’t money, it was just a half sack of dirt’s wack weed
[chorus]
i just got off, but everything ain’t alright
now my real work begins just trying to get home alive
crooks and k!llers to the left, criminals and thieves to the right
walking home through the hood, the job is just to survive
i just got off, but everything ain’t alright
now my real work begins just trying to get home alive
crooks and k!llers to the left, criminals and thieves to the right
walking home through the hood, the job is just to survive
i just got off, but everything ain’t alright
now my real work begins just trying to get home alive
crooks and k!llers to the left, criminals and thieves to the right
walking home through the hood, the job is just to survive

[outro: violent j]
what the f_ck? almost bit the dirt today
f_ck it, man, i can’t take the regular route home tomorrow
i might have to cut through the copeland projects
who knows what i’ma come across that way
gotta do what i gotta do, f_ck!
k_ma on the beat

- violent j

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