Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Above Crenshaw, artist - Blu. Album song York, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.03.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Greenstreets Entertainment
Song language: English
Above Crenshaw |
Excuse these daggers, swagger so mean |
UV raiders, ain’t showin no green |
Blu (Verse) |
Since I was a yella comin out of Centinela |
Vernon Infada had them goatees in the fish tank |
Bad on cassette tape, bad on cassettey |
Guttenberg, French fries, drinks to Mike Lauries |
Go up to the store and seen a rise on the corner |
On some holy mission missionary waitin for the war |
Fuck Jerry’s Atari, got great grades off robbers |
Martin Luther King parade, it’s 1st grade |
18 when she first taught me how to French |
And I was 12, got a brown sugar from the Slauson Swap |
Pop cigarettes that ain’t smell like my grandma’s |
Baby Lucas poured into that California popcorn |
Pourin on a Tuesday, pourin on a Wednesday |
Fore I’m at Thursday, Woody on my birthday |
Hoodie on church day, squab it to the curb surf |
Word, finding out my girlfriend sold crack |
New pair of panties and patent leather grants |
Doors on that '75 Burgundy Chrysler |
Marty’s first rap, fish house bout Woody’s member |
More pains whoopings after propane’s cooking jug |
Marla woofin out and done in every club |
Every chocolate I dodge try to get knocked up |
Every fuckin cop dodged fore I got locked up |
Every shout out that I got for every pellet gun |
Shout out i Bust, what the fuck you doin in some PK’s? |
Getting busy in the Burger King bathroom |
Full even niggas at the Demi’s with the building |
Peal to the crib, Tele Mundo, killin kids |
Pink sober’s cop the most pink tacos |
Titty squos, pig latin to the vatos |
In the boonies where nobody really knew me |
But the hood was still in me even when I didn’t knew it was |
(Bridge) |
Excuse these daggers, swagger so mean |
UV raiders, ain’t showin no green |
(Hook) |
I’m so fluorescent, I could light up yo dreams |
Just so caressin, no touchin, no don’t you know? |
Wanted that bass, that clappin that boom |
That backseat swinging the EP but no room |
Co$$ (Verse) |
Since I was a shorty coming up with trays and 40's |
Used to pretend with the homies, playin cops and OG’s |
Are you dancing with the handsome ugly darkness? |
Posted up on Stocker like pardon me |
Could you buy a blunt for me? |
We wrote it up with Marcus |
Front of Bone’s apartment stone laughin |
Flickin roaches, we was coaches |
Lost and something found, they was playin Snoop & Cube |
Even a youth I was bumpin underground yo |
I knew I was late runnin out home |
I knew I was slippin with some crips runnin from stone |
Photo we wore sneakers, we ball, we all innocent |
Took a hit, started losing grip off our own standin Colliseum |
As my dome bled, beat me like I stole something from er |
Went to school in Santa Monica |
My mama must be home, summing the drums and her harmonica |
Remind me of the Christian choir, all for Lincoln |
Pee Pee burnin dipped in fire, Bonnie burn me off a great burn |
Take a right back when daddy was alive |
Days turn to nights, Philipp’s barbeque, house at Darnes, Murphy high |
Aim up was my first, touched it by the bungallows |
Never could afford it for the forward was reversed |
Been broke since out of bonds |
Statuary situations, grown men and little girls |
And there was girls at the shows, chorus and the verse |
Fore I was a spitter was a nigga from the dirt |
Staring at the ass on the back Miss Scott |
Hopscotch, butterscotch, now it’s butter when I rock |
Came a long way from 4th ave at the bud spots |
(Came a long way from 4th ave at the bud spots |
And whatnots, yes) |
(Bridge) |
Excuse these daggers, swagger so mean |
UV raiders, ain’t showin no green |
(Hook) |
I’m so fluorescent, I could light up yo dreams |
Just so caressin, no touchin, no don’t you know? |
Wanted that bass, that clappin that boom |
That backseat swinging the EP but no room |
So sassy, meet me at Telly or Gotelly |
Straight shoppin what I wear, paint the luggage when you’re ready |
(Hook) |
I’m so fluorescent, I could light up yo dreams |
Just so caressin, no touchin, no don’t you know? |
Wanted that bass, that clappin that boom |
That backseat swinging the EP but no… |