Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Things Just Ain't the Same , by - Masta Killa. Release date: 10.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Things Just Ain't the Same |
| Leather gooses, sheep skin coats and bombers |
| British walkers, shark skin tailor made |
| Playboys black suede, three finger rings |
| Name plate, rope chains, BVD nylon |
| Gazelle frames, matching with the Kangol hat |
| You couldn’t have that, brothers might snatch that |
| Flashback, 190e, with the mock neck |
| Lee suits, 25, nigga, we shoot |
| Fresh blue and white Puma or the track night |
| Shelltoe Adidas with the fatter, no laces |
| Late night, summer time jam, we in the park |
| DJ cutting, MC spitting his dart |
| A Sergio Tacchini brown suede ballet |
| Jay cross town to Delancey, jew the jew down |
| Fresh leather winter weather, maxima spoiler kit |
| Legendary deuce flicks, Slick Rick |
| Run-DMC, Jam Master Jay, hah |
| Wu-Tang Clan, Scott LaRock, KRS-One |
| Damn, brothers like Pun, hah |
| I had a Jaz-O tape, me and my crew, hah |
| Walk the avenue, sky was blue, half past two |
| Used to Cold Crush, M-O Dee, Treacherous Three |
| Spoonie Gee, Busy 'Killa' Bee |
| Crack never kept him high longer than five minute |
| Wallabee Clarks of course, silk and linen |
| Jumbos two for five, come and get it |
| Mama cried, tears of fear, when I was wilding |
| Saying 'please don’t wear that, people getting killed for that' |
| Latin Quarter, Union Square, you had to be there |
| The Fever, MC Global |
| Ripping the armory, this is hip hop to me |
| A few years ago, a friend of mine |
| He had to go away and do some time |
| Before I kick this rhyme that I’m about to say |
| I got a letter he wrote, and it went this way |
| Yo, let’s shoot the fair one, take it to the back of the building |
| A Train to the Junction where the Gods is building |
| Valor Fila suit, fresh from Simon’s |
| Canal Street jewelry, door knocker earrings |
| Leather skirt, Louis Vitton, Yves Saint Laurent |
| Polo goose weather, Benetton, Audi or the rag top Jetta |
| Lumberjack, mink Jew hat, suede front sweater, quarter filled leathers |
| Triple beams used to measure, waves to the side |
| Three sixty round the back, before the flat top |
| Stone love classics, silver hawk athlete |
| Live at the Biltmore, my flow cocoa libio |
| You can never catch my super rhyme Kurtis flow |
| I fifty two head to toe, crazy hummer side |
| Tomahawk, streets I walk, Hardy Boy sex boys take money |
| Rikers Isle, nobody smiling, jolly stompers |
| Sing Sing Spofford, TNT NARCs, they rush and try to knock us |
| Halloween masked up, buck fifty stitch cut |
| Lands of the kings and Tuts, peace Sauron |
| Latif, little Shareef, brother AD |
| High school cutting out to Coney Island Beach |
| I prepared this lesson at Redirection |