| Take y’all on a little trip
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| To my side, Slauson Ave
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| Top of the mornin'
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| Ain’t nobody out yet
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| Paint this picture for you
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| I’m Slauson Ave. and everything on that street
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| Used to carve our names into wet concrete
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| Used to sell dope, and I still smoke weed
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| Just got a record deal, but I been had cheese
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| Lookin' at my pieces, like I been had these
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| Lookin' at these streets like there is no peace
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| Faded off a strain of that strongest leaf, like
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| If only these damn palm trees could speak
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| But they can’t, so they don’t, I could, so I will
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| Some people never do it, they just wonder how it feel
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| In the hour of chaos, come the water by my wheel
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| Like, it’s all an illusion and the only thing real
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| Is me, and we, whatever we believe
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| And that’s what we project, so that’s what we perceive
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| Embedded in my mind, it’s the code and the creed
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| Never went against it as I rose in these streets
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| We was, two deep in a cuddy on E
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| And Fats dropped a blunt and burnt a hole in my seat
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| Used to get butterflies when I roll with the heat
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| But, not for long, say goodbye to the sweaty palm
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| Young nigga on a mission, tote heavy arms
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| Young nigga wanna bang, it’s a heavy cost
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| Now what he got up in his brain, that’s a heavy thought
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| Turned a nigga out, had us murderin' for clout, look
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| And this is it
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| My reality is creep
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| Slauson Ave. gangbang shit
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| Nip Hussle, look, look
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| And this is it
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| My reality is creep
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| Slauson Ave. gangbang shit
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| Nip Hussle
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| I’m Military Drive, everything on that strip
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| West Avenue and Fresno, heritage to the sticks
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| That ole trailer park out on highway 90
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| Or down on Colobra road, you might find me
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| Blindly pacing in the darkness, heartless
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| Livin' out my car, gotta find a place to park it
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| Swisher full of dirt weed, spark it up
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| Lookin for change like a bum with a plastic cup
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| Like fuck the police, I been harassed enough
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| Where good men get turned to ash and dust
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| Where cash is lust, with massive nuts I hold
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| They bust AK47's 'til their guts explode
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| And they stain the asphalt permanently
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| Daemons hold a player down when he determined to leave
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| But my kid’s graduation, I’m determined to see
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| Never knew how right Jeremiah’s sermon could be
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| ‘Cause God damn America, the system is flawed
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| So we pump this d, avoid apprehension by law
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| Lay and brawl, and the black ice invisible
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| It’s either Mickey D’s or be a full time criminal
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| Yeah
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| And this is it
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| Cause my life is shit
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| Hip hop is all I got
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| Know what I’m talkin' about?
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| Texas out to Cali' baby
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| Essay to L. A
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| Nip Hussle
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| Slauson Boy
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| Question
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| Future of the south |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blacc Ice, artist - Nipsey Hussle. Album song Bullets Ain't Got No Name Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп