Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blacc Ice Freestyle, artist - Nipsey Hussle. Date of issue: 20.04.2009
Song language: English
Blacc Ice Freestyle |
| Take y’all on a little trip |
| To my side, Slauson Ave |
| Top of the mornin' |
| Ain’t nobody out yet |
| Paint this picture for you |
| I’m Slauson Ave. and everything on that street |
| Used to carve our names into wet concrete |
| Used to sell dope, and I still smoke weed |
| Just got a record deal, but I been had cheese |
| Lookin' at my pieces, like I been had these |
| Lookin' at these streets like there is no peace |
| Faded off a strain of that strongest leaf, like |
| If only these damn palm trees could speak |
| But they can’t, so they don’t, I could, so I will |
| Some people never do it, they just wonder how it feel |
| In the hour of chaos, come the water by my wheel |
| Like, it’s all an illusion and the only thing real |
| Is me, and we, whatever we believe |
| And that’s what we project, so that’s what we perceive |
| Embedded in my mind, it’s the code and the creed |
| Never went against it as I rose in these streets |
| We was, two deep in a cuddy on E |
| And Fats dropped a blunt and burnt a hole in my seat |
| Used to get butterflies when I roll with the heat |
| But, not for long, say goodbye to the sweaty palm |
| Young nigga on a mission, tote heavy arms |
| Young nigga wanna bang, it’s a heavy cost |
| Now what he got up in his brain, that’s a heavy thought |
| Turned a nigga out, had us murderin' for clout, look |
| And this is it |
| My reality is creep |
| Slauson Ave. gangbang shit |
| Nip Hussle, look, look |
| And this is it |
| My reality is creep |
| Slauson Ave. gangbang shit |
| Nip Hussle |
| I’m Military Drive, everything on that strip |
| West Avenue and Fresno, heritage to the sticks |
| That ole trailer park out on highway 90 |
| Or down on Colobra road, you might find me |
| Blindly pacing in the darkness, heartless |
| Livin' out my car, gotta find a place to park it |
| Swisher full of dirt weed, spark it up |
| Lookin for change like a bum with a plastic cup |
| Like fuck the police, I been harassed enough |
| Where good men get turned to ash and dust |
| Where cash is lust, with massive nuts I hold |
| They bust AK47's 'til their guts explode |
| And they stain the asphalt permanently |
| Daemons hold a player down when he determined to leave |
| But my kid’s graduation, I’m determined to see |
| Never knew how right Jeremiah’s sermon could be |
| ‘Cause God damn America, the system is flawed |
| So we pump this d, avoid apprehension by law |
| Lay and brawl, and the black ice invisible |
| It’s either Mickey D’s or be a full time criminal |
| Yeah |
| And this is it |
| Cause my life is shit |
| Hip hop is all I got |
| Know what I’m talkin' about? |
| Texas out to Cali' baby |
| Essay to L. A |
| Nip Hussle |
| Slauson Boy |
| Question |
| Future of the south |