Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 20/20, artist - Dilated Peoples. Album song 20/20, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
20/20 |
| I tell nickel and dimers try not to be dealers |
| If they deal at least help, try not to be villains |
| And if they caught dealin, try not to be squealers |
| If they do try not to be shocked to see killers |
| Yeah I’m crazy eyes killer, triple optic |
| Cold man go guerilla, pure with no filler |
| Rakaa’s that real-I, bend steal at will |
| Eyes open, wide awake, y’all keep your eyes peeled |
| I never ratted, just rat-a-tat-tatted |
| Fully automatic, your whole aura shattered |
| I got beats and rhymes, either/or it never mattered |
| Flow fast or slow like I did on «Eyes Have It» |
| I don’t waste days away glued to John Madden |
| So when the sun sets West I ain’t mad at it |
| I gravitate towards those cats who ain’t dramatic |
| And seein 20/20 money stacks is a habit |
| Yeah — handsight is 20/20, let’s toast to the past |
| But here’s to the future time to split this money money |
| Handsight is 20/20… a toast to the past |
| But here’s to the future… |
| Last couple years shit been off the wall |
| Many tears lost my mom I’m stayin strong |
| Regroup myself, dust my shoulder off |
| We back once again then POOF we gone |
| I seen shit go down like Alc' almost die |
| Now I see why they say it’s safer to fly |
| In the same breath, breathe life accept death |
| Until then 20/20, one of the best yet |
| I’ve had experiences that were out of body |
| Cops still probably clocked me comin out of parties |
| I’ve seen scandalous verdicts make Los Angeles uprise |
| Black Tail bottoms and Cannabis Cup highs |
| Create to Devestate taught me how to bomb |
| From Radiotron, to the German autobahn |
| Trade money still different color and shade bills |
| 20/20 wide awake y’all keep your eyes peeled |
| It’s goin down. |
| not now but right now. |
| By now you know the sound. |
| (C'MON!) |
| Three eyes wide, I can still see Ali |
| Say I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee |
| Now I float like a brother’s high, swing like a beast |
| I’m from Mid-City, when the bell rings I’m released |
| Hustlin fightin and eatin still bringin relief |
| To my people, if they’re in your reach, each one teach |
| Runnin through so much grass my shoes need cleats |
| Got that «vente vente» pumpin through these streets |
| Last LP was odd, the score’s even at last |
| Now we got enough trees to make you take 4 and pass |
| Now we got enough in fact don’t even pass that back |
| It’s free weed on me, you can hold me to that |
| When you see me in the streets, it be for that 20/20 |
| Better than diesel, better than kush, it ain’t funny |
| But trust me this Cali, my block’s best product |
| We so quick to cop, Dilated Peoples got 'em |