| No hay nadie más preparado que el jovencito de Inglewood
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| Supa Good
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| Inglewood
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| I told 'em I’m the one for the job, no commas
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| And I’m serious, period, no commas
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| Wanna enjoy my family and my friends with no drama
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| And stack 'til I’m delirious, period (No), no
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| Ain’t a dollar sign tag on some peace of mind, jack
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| We can take a loss, we gon' get it right back
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| We can take a loss, we gon' get it right
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| We can take a loss, we gon' get it right, yeah
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| I can be your boss, put game in your life, uh
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| Or you can spin your wheels, that chain off your bike
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| These niggas on they heels, they feignin' the fight
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| I’m here to feed my fam, they want they name in the lights
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| Dipped the paint in my pain and illustrated my plight
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| Gave it 'til I had nothing left, so I guess that I’m right
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| Writin' 'til I don’t see no wrong, head to Rome on a flight
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| Then it’s bon appétit, better not be no bone in my swai
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| Went from bologna sandwiches, listening to Thelonious
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| Gifted like homie had a B-day on replay
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| And grandma kissed him and said man of God
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| You was made to withstand the odds
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| Learn to play your cards, stay true to you, and take charge
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| I told 'em I’m the one for the job, no commas
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| And I’m serious, period, no commas
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| Wanna enjoy my family and my friends with no drama
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| And stack 'til I’m delirious, period (No), no
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| Ain’t no dollar sign tag on some peace of mind, jack
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| We can take a loss, we gon' get it right back
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| We can take a loss, we gon' get it right
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| We can take a loss, we gon' get it right, yeah
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| They buyin' everything in my city lines
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| Property value rising, they gon' gentrify
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| This ain’t rocket science, here, let me simplify
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| We think we owners, but we only renters, why?
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| The system ain’t broke, it’s designed to keep us declinin'
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| Until we reach the bottom line and can’t see the sky
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| Swimmin' in our misfortune, distortin' our vision and eyes glistenin' (Smoke,
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| chill out)
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| Remember our fallen peers, they listenin' (Ayy, my nigga, chill out, Smoke)
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| Sorry, my dear, they eat that venison (Ayy, nigga, shut the fuck up)
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| With no remorse, resort to militance (Nigga, shut up, nigga)
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| They’ll shoot up a church, mosque, or that temple shit (Nigga, you tryna get us
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| killed)
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| And we shoot up ourself, why everybody aimin' at a nigga like me?
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| Brown skin, kinky hair, walkin' in my Nikes
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| Town shit, Inglewood 'bout to belong to whitey
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| Unless we buy this shit up and fry the shit up like snapper
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| Invest in our own society
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| I told 'em I’m the one for the job, no commas
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| And I’m serious, period, no commas
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| Wanna enjoy my family and my friends with no drama
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| And stack 'til I’m delirious, period (No), no
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| No commas, no drama, word to tío Obama
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| Mamá dijo, «No te preocupe', mijo, you got it»
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| You 'bout to blow, dejar un hoyo en la tierra Osama
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| Just keep on giving 'em cuts, con las tijeras, you’ll come up
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| No commas, no drama, word to tío Obama
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| Mamá dijo, «No te preocupe', mijo, you got it»
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| You 'bout to blow, dejar un hoyo en la tierra Osama
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| Just keep on giving 'em cuts, con las tijeras, you’ll come up
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| No commas, no drama, word to tío Obama
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| Mamá dijo, «No te preocupe', mijo, you got it»
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| You 'bout to blow, dejar un hoyo en la tierra Osama
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| Just keep on giving 'em cuts, con las tijeras, you’ll come up (Gon' pay you
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| back) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Commas , by - D Smoke. Song from the album Black Habits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп