Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song California Uber Alles, artist - The Disposable Heroes Of Hiphoprisy.
Date of issue: 31.12.1991
Song language: English
California Uber Alles |
This one here for the ghetto |
a nigga ain’t forgot about y’all |
everybody don’t see shit the way we see it Knah i’m sayin |
shit they don’t even feel it the way we do that’s why they don’t respect it like that |
but I’m here to let them know it’s real in the field |
I’m from the section of the hood where all the ghetto is pain |
and half the block don’t even sleep cause they gon’pull a shurrane |
most of the shit remain the same and it ain’t never gon’change |
tryna get it the way you know and keep the feds out of range |
alot of shit ends up the worse behind multiple reasons |
thought it was hell but know I feel like this is the season |
so I bang the whole block today, non stop today |
but I’m in all black strapped like the swat today |
you never know-so I know I’m watchin everything close |
paranoia got me countless droppin anything close |
I don’t even know the reason shit happen the way it do if your ghetto the same as mine, I know you feelin like I do maybe get it, the way I get it-when watchin ya homies die |
and it ain’t nothin you can do but just talk to e’m while you cry |
and ask why he had to leave and move into another place |
then you stop and think about it cause he in a better place and it’s fucked up! |
Everyday that I see-I pray to God that I breathe |
everywhere I go, my ghetto is-my ghetto is pain |
everyday that I try-I pray to God to get by everywhere I go, my ghetto is-my ghetto is pain |
I was always taught to watch my surroundings when up on the block |
glock cocked when I played the field, while niggaz pitchin e’m rocks |
cops posted up in the jail house waitin for e’m to strike |
but these bitches gon’have to catch us tonight |
my lil’homie 'round the corner just got caught up for ten |
the bad part is if he get free, he’ll be at it again |
I always told myself that if I made it in rap I’d come back for the hood |
but I forgot these niggaz up to no good |
how the fuck I’m a help somebody, who ain’t helpin they self |
and at the same time wanna do you when they think you got wealth |
Lord knows we up in the ghetto for most of our life |
but I played it smart and got on my hustle for the rest of my life |
and I don’t need to shine so I take my time like snails |
cause ain’t no feature finna be rappin from jail if you can’t tell |
I’m straight out of the section where ya partners will get ya but would rather put this in the air, you better hope they don’t hit ya-in the |
street life |