| You cheated
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| You cheated
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| I ain’t playing with you no more
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| Can’t run that far
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| What you mean you can’t run that far?
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| Nah let’s play another game, stick your feet in
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| Hood Nursery, let’s count, I’m about to count
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| I got my feet in
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| Uh!, buzzing
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| Ok, let me count
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| It goes
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| It goes eeny, meeny, miny, moe
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| Catch a dealer with his blow
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| If he squeals we let 'em go
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| Tax his silly, penny blow
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| Niggas, spics, grab your nines
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| Cops is rolling down our lines
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| Sell your blow, get off the track
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| Hide your doe and flush your crack
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| Change your clothes, dump your gats
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| Stay on your toes, watch your back
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| And the officer picked this thug right over here
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| One grenade, two bananas, three hammers, four
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| Five vests, six bullets, now we want war
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| In the inner city bang-bang, he laid behind the fence
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| Trying to blow his nine at sixteen Crips
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| «I'm hit, I’m hit» he yell to his clique
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| But they’re busy running so they finish off the clip
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| Red rag, blue rag, one two three
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| Pants sag, du-rag, guns on me
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| Doe-ray-me, old lady
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| Give me that money and then we’re free
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| (Priest as kids)
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| You ain’t, hey I don’t wanna play no more
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| You caught me man, you was me first
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| Man I don’t care
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| Yo, nah man, let’s play another game
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| Ok, my feet is in, my feet is in
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| Yo, we ain’t gotta play with the feet
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| Put your hands in, put your hands in
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| I got another game, here it goes
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| Mirror, mirror on the wall; |
| who was the livest of them all?
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| What’s this dude doing in my hood?
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| Who did he shoot? |
| Who was his war?
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| Bodies laying, shotty’s spraying
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| Daddy is drinking, mommy is praying
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| Caddy’s, Lincolns, I’m up in the A. M
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| Streets is mayhem, cops is aiming at our playgrounds
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| Looks like a grave now
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| I’m out in a Greyhound
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| Gotta escape this life in the cages
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| My hood is outrageous
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| It’s all about papers, going out of state cause
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| Cop, thieves and hustlers, welfare in numbers
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| That’s all we play, that’s all we know
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| That’s all we have, now it’s your gun…
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| Nah I’m not playing with you no more
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| Ahhaha, yeah, yo we gotta make it out of this hood man
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| These games are kinda making me scary
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| Paddywagon, paddywagon police man
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| Coming down our block we ran fast as we can
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| This young man lived in the slums
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| Tired of living poor till he picked up his gun
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| And went «click-clack» «Rat-at-tat»
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| Hit the copper’s dome
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| Now the officer is laying in the tombstone
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| (Priest as kids)
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| Yo, I got another game, yo
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| Yo, listen y’all ever play
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| Da-da-don't-shoot?
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| Da-da-don't-shoot
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| Let’s play
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| Well let’s do it
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| Play again
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| We start of by playing freeze tag
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| Hood Nursery
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| But in the end you’ll get a toe-tag
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| Let Priest tell it
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| No you it, no you it
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| Why is that cop looking at us like that?
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| I don’t know
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| We can’t play these games no more
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| We getting older y’all
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| We getting older
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| We can’t play these games no more
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| Let’s just stop |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hood Nursery , by - Killah Priest. Song from the album The Best Of and A Prelude To The Offering, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп