Текст песни
Verse 1:
Okay in the trunk is my AK
Opening a glove box lokking for a god damn cake
But I quit done of that dope shit
"Nothing to do" evening so let's smoke weed
Kid I think you haven't understood that's not Disneyland I'll tell you bout this hood
A block of thiefes and base heads and it's truth
People die from bullet or OD wouldn't survive nor 50 nor Snoop
Childhood here passes without any toy
Everyone plays football like Gennaro Gattuso and Kean Roy
Every girl and boy knows only 2 numbers by heart
That hoe's Marina from second floor and D-Boy's
And we don't care where you come from
You better not be our enemy we used to see our foes run
Find yourself a gun sorry for being that rude but as I said truth
You came in bad neighborhood
Verse 2:
You better be at home after fucking 8 o'clock
Every fucking one has knife or a motherfucking glock
Legal age is 12 children smoke since their 10
They wanna fly with chong not flight with Peter Pan
Crime rate is permanent nowhere to increase
This place twice a year visited by police
First time in department when I was 9, next year
I saw murder in streets we're antonym of peace
Sun setting dealers wake up
Knocking on my window saying me what's up
"I'm living in 9th floor you're really hard to stop but you're little late my eyes already pop"
Here if you're a thief ain't mean you can't be robbed
Thief has more respect than a fucking dirty cop
Check your locks before you decide to take a nap
Not rule just advice from neighbour making rap
Maybe arrange tours here? Then goodbye Amsterdam
Getting outta flat saying hello to uncle Sam
We don't value people by clothes fuck your glam
For local people hood is saint like Jerusalem
And we don't care where you come from
You better not be our enemy we used to see our foes run
Find yourself a gun sorry for being that rude but as I said truth
You came in bad neighborhood
