Представляем точный текст композиции "Raised In The Dead End" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста K-Rino . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Raised In The Dead End» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую K-Rino передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
K-Rino - "Raised In The Dead End"
Lyrics to Raised In The Dead End : [talking:] Yeah, your boy K-Rino man I got love, for erybody But Ima tell yall, a little someing Bout where I come from, listen [Hook:] I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood K-Rino, South Park Coalition I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood It dont matter where you from, if you real its all good I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood K-Rino, South Park Coalition I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood Esperads or King Scape, Orleans Summerwood [K-Rino:] I represent one of the realest hoods, that youll see Where we sleep a hour a day, and hustle for 23 When its plex we dont get mad, we just get even And if paper aint on your mind, you must not be breathing We aint tripping spring fall, summer winter we grind And police, be hating ninety-nine percent of the time You can find what you need, pills weed or powder And bring your gal around these playas, you might leave without her If its some dirt to get done, we done already did it In whatever way it can get got, thats how we gon get it Matter fact was in the back, but we earn the lead We learned how to throw them thangs, before we learned to read Dont slip, or you could lose a ride that you just got Might get cussed out, by a lil mama posted up at the bus stop Well click up, but we dont mind standing alone And dont come here on vacation, cause you might not make it home [Hook] [K-Rino:] You got a pistol and you broke, all you need is a mask Got a car some conversation, then its easy to smash Grind for 26-9, chunking Gs in a stash You come around here acting hard, we put them beads on your ass Use to skip school, to pick up street knowledge from Gs Making millions, without diplomas or college degrees Everyday some gun fire, penetrated the air You might get set up by the same chick, that braided your hair If you know about some dirt, then you bet not tell it The whole hood is like a Flea Market, you need it we sell it Put a stunt behind some paper, you might get hid If we dont know you and you come around, you might get slid Young hustlers trying to get it, cooking work in the kitchen And if the police is your partnas, then you must be snitching 95 percent, of my hood aint no punk Can buy some clothes or c.d.s, and some weed out the same trunk [Hook] [K-Rino:] Every man for his self, dont expect no favors The dope dealer and the preacher, might be next do neighbors It aint hard to get swallowed up, your girlll get jacked One day she innocent, and the next day she working the track You aint got no real stripes, if you bringing in mail And you aint sending in no paper, to your homies in jail They say you aint promised tomorrow, its worse where Im from If its twelve oclock, you aint promised twelve-o-one We aint tripping on your money, we aint tripping on your ride We aint trying to knock your hustle, we aint plexing with your side We aint hating on your come up, we just trying to make our own And aint gon let no out-of-towners, disrespect us in our zone Run the streets all night, bust without no warning Hit the club the after hours, and then church the next morning Haters dissing our region, like we some newcomers If you dont likes us then you leave us, stop trying to eat from us [Hook] [ Raised In The Dead End Lyrics ]
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