Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Light A L , by - Joell Ortiz. Song from the album Human, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 16.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Roseville
Song language: English
Light A L |
| Man y’all niggas don’t know me, let me finish my water |
| So much more to me, I feel like I oughta |
| Tell you all about the minority from the corner |
| Just tryna make some money to feed my daughter |
| Well in my case, two sons, in the hood with loose crumbs |
| And niggas that should be hooked on phonics |
| Hooked to new guns, even the police shoots them |
| This where the Puerto Rican member of that group from |
| Half gallons of cognac, on the train car packed |
| Headed up to the Deuce to bring some broads back |
| Poof, get into somethin', where my hawk at? |
| Ooh this finna get disgusting |
| Man all you fake hood niggas, boy y’all ain’t missin' nothin' |
| We bring gun barrels to fights |
| I miss my cousin, they did him like Harold at the light |
| But we rode down on that nigga like Cam’Ron on that bike |
| Tryna get paid in full, my trays was full |
| A half moon made my fade look cool, a younger Yaowa |
| Sunflower seeds, house keys in the Eddie Bauer |
| Hood top to bottom, pass the bottle around |
| Everybody tap the bottom, take out my tops and bottoms |
| Light a L in the staircase and start a cypher |
| Freestylin' made my bars get tighter |
| I 'member the time I’d say, «Yo spark the lighter» |
| Breathe in these trees and start a forest fire |
| Niggas went crazy, then I got my ass whipped for pullin' an all nighter |
| Helped tag in the lumber yard |
| Me and Hunt threw the Ps, cops and robbers |
| In the stairs, man I see it like I’m there, swear to fuckin' God |
| Growin' up, it was fuckin' hard |
| But that’s why I’m fuckin' hard |
| in the summer, low whites under |
| More sun, more aggie, more fights, none of |
| Them bitches wanted it but Leisha, man she throw that thunder |
| Grease on her face, scarfed up in the Polo pajamas |
| Johnny pump open, wet your car, get bold if you wanna |
| Will wet your car with somethin' different, roll back 'round that corner |
| Hip-hop with Mellie then hit pot and scaley |
| Then sneak up to my roof and get sick mop from Shelly |
| I’m a project nigga, in my project lobby |
| Takin' project pictures with my project army |
| Standin' in the hall and lighin' candles for the fallen |
| Reminiscin', sippin', snifflin', and missin' all them |
| Hide piece and butter, come and get your supper |
| A game of steel and bacon, niggas waitin' on their number |
| I remember when it was hard if you could go outside |
| You was watchin' from your window, nigga |
| Light a L in the staircase and start a cypher |
| Freestylin' made my bars get tighter |
| I 'member the time I’d say, «Yo spark the lighter» |
| Breathe in these trees and start a forest fire |
| Niggas went crazy, then I got my ass whipped for pullin' an all nighter |
| Helped tag in the lumber yard |
| Me and Hunt threw the Ps, cops and robbers |
| In the stairs, man I see it like I’m there, swear to fuckin' God |
| Growin' up, it was fuckin' hard |
| But that’s why I’m fuckin' hard |
| Dutch paper |
| Incinerator |
| Elevators |
| Nosey neighbors |
| Guns barkin' |
| Cops barkin' |
| Dogs barkin' |
| My mom’s barkin' |
| Aye fellas I gotta get out of here, man, my mom’s trippin'. |
| I’m comin' up now. |
| I’d like to thank everybody in Cooper Projects, Brooklyn for turnin' that |
| little boy into the man that I am today. |
| Yeah me no play |