文本歌词

作曲 : David Brewster Jr./Charley Wingate/Eliot Dubock
作词 : David Brewster Jr./Charley Wingate/Eliot Dubock
Word, this that new ****, *****
Dave East, Max Biggavel
**** you *****s talkin' 'bout, *****?
Ain't ready for this ****, *****
Y'all *****s ain't got this right here
Oh, oh, Lord
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Lord
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, Lord
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Lord
Oh, Lord
Oh, oh, oh, Lord
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Lord, Lord
Corner of his block, that's as far as he could see
Fiends in and out the spot, it been hard to go to sleep
Shorty wanna be a G
Shorty wanna be a G
He ain't seen his pops, him and his momma hardly speak
The **** that he be goin' through, you'll probably never see
Shorty caught up in the streets
Shorty wanna be a G
He built for the hood, when it get dark he still could see
He tatted his homies on him 'cause most of them deceased
Pourin' out liquor for *****s he'll never see
**** a book, he'll rather catch a jux, he never read
Shorty wanna be a G, he ain't the one you wanna meet
Dolo, he ain't never deep
Shorty wanna be a G
Shorty wanna be a G
Corner of his block, that's as far as he could see
That's as far as he could see
Alright
Couple spots he robbed, he ain't never got no job
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Alright
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Alright
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shorty wanna be a G
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Corner of his block, that's as far as he could see
The man on his block, that's all he wanna be
He came up on some guap and lost it all in a week
Just thinkin' 'bout his homies, lost 'em all in the streets
Shorty wanna be a G
If it ain't about money, don't wanna talk to you for free
He young but got the heart to be a G
He didn't put in pain,
They know his name all through the streets
He'll probably never change, he just wanna be a G
Shorty wanna be a G
Yeah
This **** smooth right here, East
I'm doin' the unthinkable
This **** unprecedented right here
You already know Harlem *****s, how we do
Let's go
For the weekend, baby tried to charge me a G
She like the wave, so I got that down to a three
All she gotta do is touch and a ***** *****
We rep this Harlem ****, me and my ***** East
Biggaveli is a beast, alright
Yeah, real *****s, real music, real street
Street, feds watching out, feel heat
*****s still cheatin', get a head start
Chip in, get your benefits
*****s is ignorant, *****s inconsiderate
*****s be into ****, but still go to jail
Can't stand the pressure, they **** around, they go and tell
But I don't shoot shade
Step back, shoot a fade
Marry the streets young, she toss up the bouquet
Bottle of D'usse, let's crusade
***** be jelly, they hate the Bigga, touche
Time out on the stove, momma out in the cold
Chain 300 thou', ridin' out in a Rolls
Seats all clean, feet all clean
In prison, I pedal smart, beat off king
He off Henny, he off lean
We all stick together, we all team
Oww!
(Yeah)
(Shout out to all my *****s)
(East, what's good?)
Shorty wanna be a G
Shorty wanna be a G
Corner of his block, that's just as far as he could see
That's as far as he could see