Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Got Love, artist - Paulie Rhyme. Album song Less Than Zero, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.10.2009
Record label: Browntown Wreckords
Song language: English
I Got Love |
Yeah I roll for the Bay, this is about where I’m from, |
I still bleed for my city I’m a Cleveland Son, |
The land pump through my veins, 216 till done, |
I ain’t never gon forget, so we can keep that it moving hun, |
I was raised on Kinsman on 151st, |
We made it through the good times and made it through the worst, |
Had love from my big cuz, who cracked many jaws, |
Saw through many niggas flaws, so we stayed off the Harv, |
From Gracemount to Whitney Young, 4 deep with no guns, |
You had to earn your strips, boo hops to fist fights, |
And I didn’t leave my hood, till I moved up the way, |
Cause if you got caught slipping, might not see the next day, |
No turning my hat to the back, or to the left or the right, |
rep my block, not a gang, kept that respect in plain sight, |
And when I got up in the heights, it’s was a whole new thang, |
Got a whole new crew, and saw more niggas bang, |
I got love… |
The lifestyle was a bit different, but old habits remained, |
And I learn some new tricks, got a taste of the fame, |
Some girls was off the hook, I’m just trying to maintain, |
Then we bounce down the way, Things was never the same, |
John Adams, the running rebs, had to carve another lane, |
116th, Dove Street, moving to a different beat, |
The weekends on the dub, trying to get my club on, |
Got a whiff of goodness, trying to get my rub on, |
Got a ride, and a crew from the Koonts to the Nu, |
Real deep in city, what you really wanna do, |
From B High to West, sticking out our chest, |
Young, dumb, and stupid, thinking we that fresh, |
Keep it cool with the Stones, GDs on set, |
Rolled the wave from my cuz, cause he had that rep, |
And when niggas step up and it’s was time for my test, |
Starting breaking them jaws, without a second guess… |
I got love… |
Now I made it out the belly, still acting like a beast, |
Got a chance man up, still looking for the feast, |
Attitude real shitty, don’t appreciate the chance, |
In an all white school, don’t appreciate the glance, |
Pants sag, fit the image, poor kids who don’t advance, |
But I was top 10%, so I my mind is my lance, |
Don’t know it, so I indulge in the craziest of things, |
Keg parties, No working, a lot smoking and drinking, |
A new crew, real tight, not a whole lot of advice, |
what we got didn’t take; |
no one understood the hate, |
Fist fights from the weight room to right in front my dorm, |
Thugging at a private school, not so out of the norm, |
Spending money to go crazy, 4 years in a daze, |
when I went back to Cleveland, not a thing I would change, |
Cause I met some of the best people I will in my life, |
And I learn to keep grinding no matter the strife… |
I got love… |