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