Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Polluted Wisdom, artist - La the Darkman. Date of issue: 20.08.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Polluted Wisdom |
| Yo, yo, yeah |
| Trafficante, word up |
| Here to speak about, yo |
| Polluted Wisdom, yeah, 2nd Chamber, to all the boos |
| Polluted Wisdom, 2nd Chamber, yo |
| I know this chick named Gina drove a royal blue Beamer |
| Holding two chrome ninas, fucking daily like Adina |
| Wore corn braids, I used to hit it back in the days |
| Now she a coke slave, Italian niggas getting her pay |
| But that’s her heritage, she stayed sniffed up, no sorrow |
| Clean her toes for today gave a fuck about tomorrow |
| But she borrowed 50 Gs flat from a shark |
| Now they trying to make the chick history like Noah’s Ark |
| She blew the cheddar, she live on the low where it’s better |
| Copped the condo, some jewels, and a '97 Jetta |
| Now she know she Big Will but wrong she Silly Sally |
| Think she handling armies 'cause her body out in Cali |
| Terribly mistaken strung on yay in its creation |
| Trying to slide down south with the cream from the Jamaicans |
| It’s a woman hunt been on for 'bout 3 months |
| When they catch her some say they pouring gas in her cunt |
| Torch it like a blunt and sparked on the God born day |
| She wanted to be a queen but went about it all the wrong way |
| She still hanging in bars, being Diana Ross |
| Friday and Saturday jumping back and forth in niggas' cars |
| Now I see her with Ken at the bar guzzling gin |
| Thinking he the man 'cause he got a 500 Benz |
| He like it raw when he touch skin, Gina just a friend |
| Not knowing the type of lifestyle shorty was in |
| From Shaolin |
| Word up, think again |
| Know what I’m saying? Word |
| To all the wisdoms, living a fast life |
| Yeah, you rather see the light |
| Pump your breaks, know what I’m saying? |
| Word up, it’s reality, word up, yo |
| Driven by greed, she live in a plot with a knot |
| Been in the block with ten crisp Gs in her pock |
| She ain’t stunting it, joint off safety, three clips |
| Peep the rear-view some dreads pulled back her whips |
| So she murked off they murked too it’s drama again |
| Just bought a first-class ticket going to Michigan |
| She tried to come out alive grabbed the joint then sat aside |
| Thinking if she shoot first then her life can’t be denied |
| Started blazing, shorty was no joke, she blinked |
| Using rapid fire, the dreads trying to hit her gas tank |
| Testing Uzis, ooh-wops, the next man block cock |
| Through the action four bystanders was shot |
| But it continued, shorty hitting ninety, scraped the Benz |
| Still steering, begging Allah for her sins |
| With no friends she had to handle beef on the dolo |
| Three shells came through the window one went through her Polo |
| Now she swerving needing a doctor like J Erving |
| Two other chickens that knew her, severe lesson they was learning |
| Sipping bourbon she reloaded seeing her life being demoted |
| Catch a flashback remember shit Scarface quoted |
| Still licking off shells, feeling the fires of hell |
| Losing mad blood trying to make it back to the hotel |
| Dreads licked off, attacked, she had no chance to react |
| Firing emptying clips from fifty-shot gats |
| Two more caught her in her back, the others made the tires flat |
| The car flipped thirteen times dun and that was that |
| That was that |
| Word up black |
| Yeah, yo, to all the women |
| Watch what you do and who you screw |
| Yeah, be a queen and not a money fiend |
| Know what I mean? Word up |
| Protect yourself La the Darkman / Rzarectah |
| Hombre, in this business you always end up on one side of the gun or the other. |
| Shoot, go 'head, shoot |