Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Straighten It Out, artist - DJ Screw. Album song All Screwed Up, Vol. II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.07.1995
Record label: Bigtyme Recordz
Song language: English
Straighten It Out |
Hell yeah, I’ve been in this mothafucka since day one and I ain’t trying |
to get out… |
Straighten it out… |
Yo Blank man, you know I understand where you coming from… |
You don’t have to explain all that to me, dog… |
All I can tell you to do is watch out for them laws and keep your nuts up… |
K-Rino know you ain’t no punk, man… |
See, a lot of people gonna try to get you slipping… |
So you gotta watch your back, homeboy… |
You know I’m right behind you so don’t even look back… |
All I remember is I was playing with a matchbox |
Took the matches out and fill it up with rocks |
When I’m up the cut I slum, a lot of niggas got hum |
But I was one of the lucky ones |
Anyway I kept doing |
Not knowing something had come along ruing it Dope fiend set me up |
I lost my money, my car and my nuts |
It was hard to forget and when I finally realized I ain’t got shit |
I wanted to skip town and give them a chase |
I said: 'Fuck it!', got a lawyer and tried to beat the case |
I walked up in the courtroom |
And looked around at the place where I soon meet my doom |
The judge asked what I plea |
I waited a couple of minutes and said: 'Damn, I’m guilty!' |
I had to go to the penitentiary |
Best he can give me was 6 and I knew I had to do 3… |
Long years behind bars |
With the rest of American Most Wanted’s stars |
Then I asked myself: 'Why me?' |
I should’ve thought about this when I was making that money |
Shit, now I’m in a jailcell all alone |
Trying to get used to my new home |
Thinking about things that I used to do Planning when I get out what I’m not gonna do Hell, 3 years ain’t that long |
It will give me some time to write a whole lot of songs |
Man, now I’m trying to chill myself up But deep inside my heart’s just toe-up |
Trying to psych myself out |
But at the couple of months I’ve been played this shit out |
I used to be a crazy ass dope man |
Rolling with Scarface, Terrorists and the Peter Man |
I should’ve listened to the godfather |
He said: 'Blank, you better chill or your ass gonna suffer!' |
And that’s exactly what I’m doing |
Damn, my life is ruing |
Selling that shit… |
Yeah, I know you gotta live and learn… |
No brothas won’t even sweat that… It will be alright… |
Yeah, South Park Coalition gotta stick together, man… |
Society ain’t going with us so I say down the society… |
You know what I’m talking about, brothas? |
Blank, you know you’re a child of a concrete so you can handle anything |
that comes at you… |
Got a mind like a handgranade detinated to explode to them laws, |
brotha… |
My son was 8 months when I lost track |
And he’ll be damn near 4 when I get back |
And if do see him then |
Will he know I his father or think I’m a strange man |
Sometimes I say he’ll remember me But if I ask: 'Come here, bean!', will he answer me? |
I guess this I never know |
Until I get out in 1994… |
Yeah, times get to the point where a brotha don’t know what’s coming at him… |
See, Point Blank’s kicking reality… |
S.P.C. |
can’t go wrong… |
Yo, Blank, I know you did wrong, brotha… |
Sometimes you gotta go wrong to learn what’s right… |
You know what I’m talking about? |
I know you do… |
Now I’m back in the streets and guess what I’m starting? |
Selling drugs and store robbing |
My son was bigger than a mothafucka |
I was 22, he was 4, looked just like my little brotha |
Deep in my heart I felt nothing but pain |
Couldn’t count worth shit but I can measure some cocaine |
My father said: 'Son, ya better sit down… |
or somebody gonna put you in the ground!' |
But no, I ain’t listening |
I make my own decisions, fuck the ass-kissing |
I’m not a menace to society |
God damn it, society is a menace to me Point Blank is strong |
I did what ever I had to do cause I knew I wouldn’t live long |
So I called my girlfriend |
She said: 'Baby, please stop, you just got out of the pen!' |
But one day a lot shit went wrong |
Punk mothafuckas done tap my telephone |
Yeah, they tired to rob me I knew it wasn’t a hit cause the shit was slobby |
I went along with it The last thing I saw was the sky and I never forget it And as I layed on the ground |
I said: 'God, I let you down!' |
I guess it’s too late to straighten it out… |
Yo, Blank, we moving like a shadow, baby… K-Rino gots your back… |
As these streets raise you, use your brain… It will be alright… |
There ain’t no choice for niggas out there… |
So you got people making your life go with you… |
My boy Dope-E, Egypt-E, K. O…You can’t loose with that S.P.C… |
South Park is a war… Niggas born drafted… |
But Ice Cream and Milk is always on your side… |
Let it ride, brotha… Let it ride… |
86… Dope… |