Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nuttin' Changed , by - Square One. Song from the album Walk of Life, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 28.07.2016
Record label: Showdown
Song language: English
Nuttin' Changed |
| This is the greatest sob story ever told for the old and young |
| Hold them tongues of epics our souls have sung |
| As cold as sun, harbour the rare gold in slums |
| Unfolding guns whenever we’ve rolled on drums |
| From Wildstyle, Beatstreet and Krushgroove |
| Where writers would cut moods on walls with something smooth |
| B-Boys would bust moves, bumrush fools |
| Fifty deep in the club, hollering Lashmoove |
| The Scoops & Scraps, Chuck D would shoot the facts |
| Griff would lose the track, sling bad news on wax! |
| Loop the sax dreams to boost fhe plaques |
| Lgnore ruthless slacks, tell me now who’s the mack? |
| I used tu be real abstract … |
| What happened to Mike Bivins or Ill All Skratch? |
| lt’s real … |
| Have you forgotten where you came from |
| Have you forgotten you’ve lived and got your |
| Name from why don’t you say out loud: Fuck Square One! |
| We know the routine ain’t nothing' changed son … |
| Have you forgotten where you came from |
| Have you forgotten that we almost had the game won |
| Why don’t you say out loud: Fuck Square One! |
| We know the routine ain’t nothing' changed son … |
| We went from skid-rows to tinted windows |
| Cruising in six-o's on tour hit roads |
| Whereever the wind blows to many zip-codes |
| Get head in discos, that’s how the shit goes … |
| Money? |
| Fistful, use mics as dildos |
| Surrounded by nymphos, lay back sip moe |
| Ain’t got infos, fuck it them kids know: |
| They want pistols, flicks with pitbulls! |
| The culture’s trife they want sights of rolling dice |
| Dykes and Dolemites, fighting poltergeists … |
| A soldier’s life, tighten souls on ice |
| Strike to alter heights with likes of Holy Christ … |
| We’re living in an odd scary world … |
| I miss them days of Sizzer with jheri curls. |
| lt’s real … |
| Have you forgotten where you came from |
| Have you forgotten you’ve lived and got your |
| Name from why don’t you say out loud: Fuck Square One! |
| We know the routine ain’t nothing' changed son … |
| Have you forgotten where you came from |
| Have you forgotten that we almost had the game won |
| Why don’t you say out loud: Fuck Square One! |
| We know the routine ain’t nothing' changed son … |
| I used to chase mini-skirts in buttoned down suits |
| Now they’ve seen my video and all of a sudden l’m cute! |
| Hustle & Shoot, girls came mobbing in groups |
| BK’s and Troops, us Timberland boots |
| We would spot paid bitches, fuck jade bitches |
| We laid bitches and we did trade bitches |
| Had a little juice so we really made bitches |
| My renegade bitches threw grenades at snitches … |
| Weed anll hash, rival crews would feel the wrath |
| Known to squeeze the cash, cutting MCs in halves |
| Beat the math, think of streets we’ve passed |
| Lying how we did gangbang freaks in their ass |
| Hoodied down, cracking a forty ounce |
| Now we kill the type of shit I can’t even pronounce! |
| Lt’s real … |
| Have you forgotten where you came from |
| Have you forgotten you’ve lived and got your |
| Name from why don’t you say out loud: Fuck Square One! |
| We know the routine ain’t nothing' changed son … |
| Have you forgotten where you came from |
| Have you forgotten that we almost had the game won |
| Why don’t you say out loud: Fuck Square One! |
| We know the routine ain’t nothing' changed son … |