Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blackbird R.I.P. (Feat. Lil Los, Shadow & Lou E Lou) , by - WoodieRelease date: 31.12.2003
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blackbird R.I.P. (Feat. Lil Los, Shadow & Lou E Lou) , by - WoodieBlackbird R.I.P. (Feat. Lil Los, Shadow & Lou E Lou) |
| Yeah this one for my boy Blackbird |
| This your boy Woodie homie |
| Still down here struggling dog |
| Be there in a minute |
| It’s me, Lil' Los, Shadow, Lou-e-Lou |
| Lil' bird in this muthaf*cka too |
| This dedicated to you homie |
| Blackbird! |
| Do you remember when I bought the seventy-five caprice glasshouse |
| I came back to the Yoc after pullin' eight hundred cash out |
| We took it to my pops shop. |
| And sanded it down |
| Got it sprayed apple green, we sixteen through the town |
| That was when the click down-n-dirty album just dropped |
| And that Mr. flamboyant made them by 9's knock |
| We were dippin' so hard we had the wheel comin' off the ground |
| Tryin' to peel every notch in town |
| While attemptin' to keep the yoc locked down |
| Any scraps we ran across we hopped out and got down |
| Drinkin' forties, smokin' bammer, earnin' stripes was our life |
| Buyin' any strap we could, what good was a knife? |
| We was tryin' ta take 'em all out the game |
| And at the same time have the hoes callin' our name |
| We were naive and young… Maybe even dumb |
| But there’s nothin' like the feelin' when the respect come |
| Cause many recognized we got down to business |
| And very capable of leavin' enemies wigs split |
| We was kids… showin' up to school the next day |
| Like nothin' happened, it’s all part of life in the bay… hey |
| I guess our fathers bred some killaz |
| But I’m still here and you’re gone and I don’t feel a |
| Muthaf*ckin' thang of that, I wanna bring it back |
| Blackbird! |
| I wish I could bring ya back |
| Blackbird dedicated his life to the game |
| So if you’re Norteno, remember his name |
| Carlos Joseph Ramirez, a soldier much love |
| Amongst any homeboyz that now rest above |
| Blackbird dedicated his life to the game |
| So if you’re Norteno, remember his name |
| Carlos Joseph Ramirez, a soldier much love |
| Amongst any homeboyz that now rest above |
| This is dedicated to my homie that never made it |
| I reminisce and miss you even more when I’m faded |
| You were always hated and misunderstood |
| Just a down muthaf*cka that was reppin' his hood |
| I wish you could come back like you did that one time |
| When you walked up all good it nearly blew my mind |
| As I rewind and think about that love you showed |
| Especially when you let me know it’s hard to let you go |
| I know for sure you’re in a better place restin' in peace |
| With that struggle off your face |
| Ain’t nothin' gonna replace the times we all had |
| Kickin' it in the alley drinkin' liquor smokin' mary sacs |
| It really don’t matter man for what you did |
| I got your back 'till this day |
| I gives a f*ck what they say |
| Send my love to Ray |
| I know he’s up there hearin' this |
| I bet your in the studio next to me feelin' this |
| I wish I could get rid of this feelin' that I got |
| When I smash thru the Yoc with your image in my knot |
| Turn my back I will not |
| Will forever be bound givin' love to my homie |
| Pourin' liquor on the ground |
| Always like a big brother protected me in the streets |
| A homie like no other |
| Was always real when he speaked |
| Soon it’ll be time for me so I’ll see you later |
| God bless rest in peace man and f*ck these haters! |
| Blackbird dedicated his life to the game |
| So if you’re Norteno, remember his name |
| Carlos Joseph Ramirez, a soldier much love |
| Amongst any homeboyz that now rest above |
| Blackbird dedicated his life to the game |
| So if you’re Norteno, remember his name |
| Carlos Joseph Ramirez, a soldier much love |
| Amongst any homeboyz that now rest above |
| I’m fosho of what I know my folks got murdered by the popo |
| They tip-toed to unload exposed and cover up in coco |
| Count me so don’t doubt me cause up in my town |
| There their ain’t no cush and plantin' bushes the po’s is crooked |
| You’ll see me creepin' up out of the bushes |
| Look at the pain imposed, we lost Big Los |
| I was gone awhile but they hit home |
| Never thought it’d get so shady |
| Lost the babies in our range is gone |
| But remains are all but memories recollections and reflections |
| I can move all of us |
| That h is on our gauge is strapped trade by 7's smithin' west |
| It’s nothing too expensive cause we didn’t have scratch |
| But we had each others back |
| Now I’m like damn man what happened to that? |
| I miss the times when we would ride times side by side before Los died |
| I cried that night in the park but in my heart and mind you still alive |
| So keep ridin' it’s Blackbird |
| Cause you never been no coward puttin' that phat work on you rivals |
| Keepin' the title 'till it spiral out |
| But now nothing to say wanna go back erase the game |
| Change his fate for thangs attained insane |
| Live it up in the strange and I remain to be the same old g |
| You’ll always see up in these streets with heat beneath the seat four g’s |
| I’m the creep no peace fire free and breeze |
| Remember this underclubbin' never tendin' or pretendin' |
| No surrender northern member |
| Callin' the Blackbird look at the yappers |
| Let’s go back let’s reminisce |
| The click was thick but few were g’s though |
| You were ridin' hitless shoutin' at b*tches not f*ckin' P.N.C |
| Hoes was creepin' up at the high you would deny |
| We hittin' switches unless you would we with you |
| So to you this is the tribute |
| Blackbird dedicated his life to the game |
| So if you’re Norteno, remember his name |
| Carlos Joseph Ramirez, a soldier much love |
| Amongst any homeboyz that now rest above |
| Blackbird dedicated his life to the game |
| So if you’re Norteno, remember his name |
| Carlos Joseph Ramirez, a soldier much love |
| Amongst any homeboyz that now rest above |
| That sweat hit my forehead feel it trickle thru my skin |
| Holdin' in my ghetto tears |
| Blackbird let’s remember gettin' drunk in H when BNT was around |
| Cuttin' prices on the you know cars trafficin' it down |
| But then when I did it you felt like we spitted |
| Cause I was lost in that light and really was kickin' |
| My bad I was gone in that fast pace one track mind |
| Lift needed I would ride then a drop I would die |
| When that sucka pulled a strap I snatched the strap out his hand |
| You shook like a pitt and put yo hands on the man |
| Now that I’m thinkin' it’s good that you did it |
| Cause as paper was showin' that thang’n was snitchin' |
| I’m grown now homie no more foolish behavior |
| I’m the gent laced up with a 6th sense of a player |
| I’m taking care of my daughter cause I don’t need a father |
| All that bullshit before this n*gga don’t bother |
| Still I’m northern Cali red caught a bud to their head |
| Tryna get ahead or give a finger to the feds |
| Can I drink it to heaven have mercy on our sins |
| You understand and have compassion |
| For the bod amongst friends |
| Rest in peace playboy |
| We all love you homie |
| I’ll never forget you Los |
| Got a good game out homie |
| But for that I’ll be witchu right now |
| Without a second thought |
| Blackbird dedicated his life to the game |
| So if you’re Norteno, remember his name |
| Carlos Joseph Ramirez, a soldier much love |
| Amongst any homeboyz that now rest above |
| Blackbird dedicated his life to the game |
| So if you’re Norteno, remember his name |
| Carlos Joseph Ramirez, a soldier much love |
| Amongst any homeboyz that now rest above |