Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Off Parole , by - Rappin' 4-Tay. Song from the album Off Parole, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 18.01.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Forte
Song language: English
Off Parole |
| I wonder why there’s so much hatred in this world today |
| You know a lotta of us brothers and sisters |
| Ain’t gone make it to see another day |
| At the age of 12 I was on another page |
| I wanted to jug upon tha other people were gettin' their pay |
| My momma would always tell me about the direction that I was heading |
| Like the majority of these kids today, man I was hard headed |
| I wanted to know to much a little man is shookin' police |
| Imagine a juvenile delinquent waitin' for a release date |
| Wait, it’s easy for me to blame it on my surroundings |
| My folks raised me right, I just wanted to be the first fool pounding |
| Up and down tha block, Fleetwood Caddilac |
| But take it from me, young G, because that lifestyle ain’t all that |
| Unless you ready to strap ya gat and serve tha yak and jug the sack |
| To get ya bread back, playa, I’m up on all that |
| Cause being broke ain’t no joke, boost up ya confidence |
| There’s two options: legal or illegal, you know the consequenses |
| Stay strong through all this drama, cause there’s a remedy |
| This world is so corrupt, jealousy and envy |
| To all my folks in tha pen I’m sending this to you, ya know |
| Hope you get to hear my rap, try to make it off parole |
| The streets are full of sadness, dope and geto madness |
| Besides your brain and slangin' them thangs the only apparatus |
| Be that hot lead, I seen him yesterday but now my homie’s dead |
| I hope I ain’t going crazy, I know I ain’t losing my head |
| No more obituaries, no more hearse, that shit hurt |
| You damn right, but see there’s game plus a part of life |
| Got so much game to give they label my rap positive |
| Why not take advantage of that and give it back to my neighbourhood |
| Because them people wit them badges callin' themselves police |
| Be them same suckers going home selling hella weed |
| Everybody’s human we need to live by the constitution |
| I ain’t no dummy, behind them walls of congress someone’s juicin' |
| How you think the streets get flooded wit guns and knifes and crack |
| Us blacks ain’t got the type of machinery to deliver that |
| And the people that do kick back in mansions, pushing remotes |
| I ain’t no hater, but man the law can’t stand them folks |
| Once that crack hit this world a lot of us lost our minds |
| Foolz was selling everything in tha house down to the iron |
| After Scarface I wanted to be like Tony Montana |
| Until the narcs caught me slippin' on tha … |
| They followed me and sweated me as if I was a rich man |
| I’m just a playa up out of Frisco tryin' to put my mack hand down |
| I be around jsut like tha single |
| Twinkle twinkle who’s tha star, how I wonder where you are |
| Stepped in tha back then test tha mic and break 'em off a proper … |
| That’s what I did for representing Cali, you know |
| I used to be local but now I’m a nation wide professional |
| Once I get home to tha Bay, six days are so boring |
| Down to call for my P.O. |
| she wants to test my urine |
| Now I’m tryin' to think did I drink or did I smoke too much |
| Here I am in her office, I forgot to hide these bucks |
| Livin' beyond your means you know that’s a violation, bro |
| Peace to all my homies across the world, stay off parole |
| Yeah, Pac, you know Ragtop we got love, man |