Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Water , by - Roots. Song from the album Electrifying, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 30.03.2019
Record label: MM_Meadow
Song language: English
Water |
| South Philly, North Side |
| Oakland, Texas |
| Georgia, Black People |
| Yo, Worldwide, Sup my nigga |
| You know what I’m saying |
| Dumb and blind… |
| They say a record ain’t nothing if it’s not touching |
| Gripping, draw you in closer make you want to listen to it And if you real ill at making music |
| Then lesson’ll feel like you livin’through it That’s how my nigga do it |
| I met Slacks back in like '91 rapping |
| We went to Millersville to get away from gun clappin' |
| It ain’t last |
| I be in class dreaming 'bout |
| 50,000 fans up in the stands screaming out |
| Encore, yo I’m headed back to Philly |
| Nigga you rollin’with me? |
| I’m trying to get busy |
| We walk dogs that was off the chain |
| Lot of times at the show people hardly came |
| I just took it in stride as part of the game |
| But inside people down with me started to change |
| It was a couple things |
| Lil'???, lil’pills |
| Instead of driving out on the road you rather chill |
| I know the way the pleasure feel |
| I’m not judging |
| But still I’m on a mission, yo I’m not buggin' |
| I got fam that won’t stop druggin' |
| They can’t sleep |
| They can’t stick to one subject, they can’t eat |
| Is people steady comin’at me out in the streets |
| Like Riq yo wat up with your peeps |
| it gets deep nigga |
| Yo, you need to walk straight, master your high |
| Son you missin’out on was passing you by I done seen the streets suck a lot of cats dry |
| But not you and I my nigga |
| We got to get |
| Come on, over over the water |
| Come on, over over the water |
| Water, Water… |
| Yo, we done made too many meals |
| A couple of deals |
| We done share clothes and wills |
| Killed mics and reels |
| We done rock |
| Shows abroad, and slept on floors |
| Trying to figga what the fuck we gettin’slept on for |
| Oh why we walking with the rep up for |
| Waited by the cavity law |
| You know it if you came up poor my nigga |
| Picture a bus up north |
| You know we made of everything outlaws are made of |
| I’m far from a hater |
| And I don’t say I love you 'cause the way I feel is greater |
| In Illa you a poet son |
| You a ball creator |
| And this will probably dawn on you later |
| Is in you nature, letters all up in the wall like they made of paper |
| You got to find out where you talent take you |
| You might fuck around, finally make it And that’s real but yo Yo, I want you all to understand I come from South Philly |
| And when I walk the street is like a pharmacy |
| They got all type of shit |
| Anybody could get |
| It goes from H to Ex |
| To lucy ciggarette |
| For my ghetto legend |
| Known from Lil’shyst running |
| Cop codeine by the courts and keep comin' |
| Dummy, just embracing the dope like it’s a woman |
| You burnin’both sides of the rope and keep pullin' |
| Tuggin', in between Islam and straight tuggin' |
| Laying everyday around the way and doin’nothin' |
| See’em looking shaking their head and start shruggin' |
| If they don’t have a man like mine, they got a cousin |
| Hey yo you better be a true friend to 'em |
| Before the shit put an end to 'em |
| Or give a pen to 'em |
| Or lock’em up in the studio with a mic |
| 'Cause on the real it might save his life |
| Keep tellin’em |