Lyrics Cool Story Bro - People Under The Stairs

Cool Story Bro

Yo, Man
You won’t believe it, man
Shh, L.A. Man
Let me tell you, man
Some shit happened the other night when I was trying to get right, man
Check this shit out, Yo
Cold Friday night
With nothing to do
Just took my last shot
And it’s a quarter to two
Got to hit the liquor store
Before they close, ya dig
It’s right up the block
So stroll I did
Threw on my windbreaker
Blue L.A. hat
Been here since '77
No need for the gat
Got the roach out the ashtray
Receiving the bill?
went right behind
Was the hydro smell
Walked through the front door
Big friend of my mud
Cause it’s the weekend
And Double’s ‘bout to get fucked up
Passed the alcohol
And headed straight for the snacks
When I glanced
And noticed some blacks
But I ain’t trippin
Not Bloodin' or Crypin'
The only thing on my mind
Is the lips I’ll be sippin'
That' when it hit my like bricks
Damn, they wearing all red
My neighborhood is blue
And it’s fuckin' with my head
Slowly and cautious
I went to make my purchase
That’s when I turned around
And seen the nigga with a purpose
Tattoos on his face
And the devil in his eye
Whoever he was looking for
That night was gonna die
Tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do
Friday night
Party off Adams
Couple students
Couple fly latin madams
But I wasn’t mad at a rap
Music on the stereo
in Mike’s open pen
Drinking on the patio
Oh, shit, time to go
Here come the heart beats
Ducked out the back gate
Digging for my car keys
God, please let us get away
From this with quickness
Gang’s on ass, they just blast
First, there’s no witness
Found a car parked and «O» made
A right on 23rd
Another rider who had
Got away safe
Well what’s that
L.A. PD now following me
Play it cool take off your hat
And drive slowly
We’re just some homies
They call it home boys
Saw another cruiser creeping
Pullin' at the Pep boys
Parking lot
My hands start sweating
I’m forgetting that I’m innocent
Thoughts start racing about jetting
But we play it cool, left turn
10 West on ramp
Ten cars follow now
Man they won’t fall back
The freeway, 6 lanes
Empty in the dead of night
Hit with the flash
Of the helicopter spot light
20 sirens in my rear view
Lit up, too
Now tell me what the fuck
Am I supposed to do
People all afraid of the police because they got the guns
Tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do
When policeman get the person alone
Tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do
Hey, homie, where you from
I’m not a gang banger
Just rolling around the hood
That’s the funky rap slanger
At this
I see the bulge in his waist
Acting kind of fidgety
With confusion on his face
I went about my business
Paid for the Ketel One
They still posted outside
I should’ve brought my gun
But I’m not one to run
So I grabbed my bag
Made some eye contact
And headed left towards the back
Waiting to hear gun shots
I’m leaving up the block safely
I guess he had
The bam on safety
Now here goes the lesson
When you’re hanging in my city
Beware who correct
These kids got no
Spotlight through the night
Shadows on the dash top
Megaphone, cop yells
«Don't pull over, just stop»
«Now put your hands up»
They got their guns drawn
Drop your hads slowly
One fast move and you’re gone
I get out, turn around
With hands in the air
No tears, no fear
Kneel down like I’m in deep prayer
Hands cuffed, face down
In the third lane
I look under the car
and mad pain
But what would we even do
No burn and no weapon
Now I regret askin' me
What Gang Turner is reppin'
And do I have a warrant?
And is the car stolen?
And if not
Why the hell are me and him rollin'?
I don’t know
It’s just my city, he my crew
But tell me
What the fuck am I supposed to do?
That’s just the way it is
And then tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?
And then some punk claiming
They understand me?
Give me a break
What world do you live in?
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