lirik lagu diamond d - bad/good
[diamond d]
yeah, yeah
uhh, gotta watch your neck
c’mon, growin up in the x
we used to play manhunt, and steal your bikes
fight off the older dudes who tried to steal your nikes
don’t matter if you’re outnumbered, still you fight
put a n-gga in the yoke, let him feel your bite
livin in the devil’s reach, f-ckin girls on the roof
we called it pebble beach (yeah) and even though
we were kids, we still knew right from wrong
that’s the premise, for me to even write this song
we laughed about who ran
stick-up kids waitin outside of jew-man (yeah)
and we idolized the neighborhood block stars
at night, throwin rocks at the cop cars
shoot a fair one, you might get lumped
f-ck a fair one, you might get jumped
knuckle up, or you might get chumped
or in a car seat get left slumped {-blam blam-}
listen
[hook 4x: scratched samples]
“sh-t is real!” “growin up in the hood”
“done some things bad, done some things good”
[diamond d]
yeah, i used to, run the streets but always got good grades
reminiscencing on this sh-t, blowin on good haze
we used to do dumb sh-t, growin up in the ‘jects
gettin head at yankee stadium, up in the decks
you couldn’t hop at one-sixty-first
and now we race each other, bettin who could push one-sixty first
but it wasn’t always like that
we was broke and my father always liked smack – what could you do?
so my moms did the best she could for dolo (yeah)
workin in midtown for next to no dough
i know i put her through sh-t
so i’ma smile when i put her in the new six (yeah)
it’s only right cause i know i used to be a mess
did i deserve all the beatings or was it stress?
cause i put a few kids up in the ems
i laugh about it now, cruisin in the cls
[hook]
[diamond d]
yeah, it’s all funny when i think back
sippin private stock, but now i don’t drink that (nope)
now i’m into mango juice and crushed grapes (yes)
we used to fiend for them clear cold crush tapes (yes)
and i went from hoppin trains and sn-tchin links
to ridin around with bombsh-lls in matchin minks
this is not rhethorical innuendo (yeah)
at house parties throwin leathers out the window, smarten up
i can tell you a dummy (uh-huh)
you look soft, n-ggas sell you a dummy
you come back and get wrapped like a mummy (a mummy)
so you should always keep a pound by your tummy
and i possess a dangerous mind like phifer
from listening to the gods in the cipher
seen a few dudes catch a universal
there’s cameras in the ‘jects, live no commercial
listen
[hook]
{-scratching: “growin up in the hood” to end-}
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