| I’m just kickin' back being blue
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| California ryda shit homie from the land of the true
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| Palm trees, Bomb weed, and blocks with the long heat
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| I came from the era of the longsocks to the knees
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| Posted on the corner in front of de la marketa
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| Holdin on a brown bag, sippin on cerveza
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| Stress out to them haters only people in my rear view
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| They whisperin like bitches, but honestly dont hear you
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| Anyone i fear who could take me out the place of me
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| Only with myself and not the mente of a champion
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| And i stand up big, born to ball and i stand tall, Breakin through like
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| Marshawn Lynch when they handoff
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| One man standoff, go against the whole game, mentally insane to the brain,
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| im like cocaine
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| To the feelings of the world, lyrically i blow brains, hopin if i die fast
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| death not slow pain
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| Did i leave enough material to the game? |
| Evolution of a G just tryna make a
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| change
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| Dedicated to the homies run around me saying, Used to only talk about homies
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| poppin thangs
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| Now im tryna teach a brown, how to stack like stack his change
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| Didn’t have shit as a kid now i got some things
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| Ask myself, what will be my legacy? |
| And what about the futures destiny?
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| Still, shout to the homies rest in peace, sad youngsters brainwashed,
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| coast to coast from west to east
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| Praying «dear lord can you please bless the streets»? |
| I Dont blame my homies
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| breakin laws cuz they gotta eat
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| And the kids hungry, its hard to make money, grumbling tummies i mean this shit
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| is not funny
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| My homie wicked, he shot a hura in the face, And the cops are killing
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| youngsters just because of their a race
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| For a little dope money in the fast life take
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| Fools will sell their soul to satan just to get to a better a place
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| Im asking lord can you hear me? |
| im really trying to make a change.
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| Im asking lord can you steer me? |
| and guide the future all the same,
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| Thanks for the responsibility the youngsters growing up the same,
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| i used to be proud of it now im sad that he got in the game
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| Bullets rang, Homies bang on the side im from
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| California lifestyle, homies on the run
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| Trying to change the game up with this evolution
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| Seeing things clear perfect with the evolution
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| Im just kicking back being blue, im just kicking back being blue
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| Im just kickin back, kickin back, kickin back being blue
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| Im just kickin back being blue, still representin for my side homie thought
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| that you knew
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| West coast cali king, so im in royal blue
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| Fools still wanting my spot tryna be royal too
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| These are the life and times, of a young criminal, used to jack fools prolly
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| why the tryna jack my style
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| Before the kick, clap and bass was just click clack pow
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| Take a puff, blow clouds things are so different now
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| But im thankful, 5 jars filled with dank fool, i never knew we would be making
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| so many people hate you
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| But im built for it, Sad that the homies still warring, but sorry is the very
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| last thing i feel for em
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| We all make our own choices, All our own men all have our own voices,
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| So im thinking since you kill for them Lincolns people lie, Still a G just to
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| stack Ben Franklins
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| Brainwashed from the ways that lifes thought, You lose your life over a side
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| that them whites brought, Green over all the rest with a nice thought,
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| Im tryna own my own land over a nice plot
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| But it ain’t just gunna happen, im talking late nights no sleep in the studio,
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| hustlin, rappin, shootin my own videos tryna get it crackin, ask about this
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| latin rap shit why they call me the assassin, Snoop Dogg, Warren G,
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| Battlecat all co signed
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| Now im goin in for the shine like a gold mine, And i ain’t gunna let no one
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| hold me back, one of the sickest on the track since maniac in black,
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| and if you didn’t know, that was my first solo track, on a come up with capone
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| e was my very first plaque, but im still full of hunger tryna bring the game
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| back
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| Seems like the perfect time, how could i take care of that
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| The homie loco told me «little homie reppin bang that»
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| So real from the quarter imma give the game that
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| All that old shit and old days, braggin about AK’s, homies going to jail i mean
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| this shits been played
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| Bullets rang, Homies bang on the side im from
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| California lifestyle, homies on the run
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| Trying to change the game up with this evolution
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| Seeing things clear perfect with the evolution
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| Im just kicking back being blue, im just kicking back being blue
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| Im just kickin back, kickin back, kickin back being blue |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kickin' Back Being Blue , by - Glasses Malone. Song from the album L.W.A: Latin with Attitude, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп