paroles de chanson Bad/Good - Diamond D
Yeah,
yeah
Uhh,
try
to
watch
your
neck
C'mon,
growin
up
in
the
X
We
used
to
play
manhunt,
and
steal
your
bike
Fight
off
the
older
dudes
who
tried
to
steal
your
Nikes
Don't
matter
if
you're
outnumbered,
still
you
fight
Put
a
nigga
in
the
yoke,
let
him
feel
your
bite
Livin
in
the
devil's
reach,
fuckin
girls
on
the
roof
And
call
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
And
laugh
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
But
fuck
a
fair
one,
you
might
get
jumped
Knuckle
up,
or
you
might
get
chumped
Or
in
a
car
seat
you
might
get
slumped
{*BLAM
BLAM*}
Listen
"Shit
is
real!"
"Growin
up
in
the
hood"
"Done
some
things
bad,
done
some
things
good"
Yeah,
I
used
to,
run
the
streets
but
always
got
good
grades
Reminiscin
on
this
shit,
blowin
on
good
haze
We
used
to
dumb
shit,
growin
up
in
the
'jects
Gettin
head
at
Yankee
Stadium,
up
in
the
decks
You
couldn't
hop
at
one-sixty-first
And
how
we
race
each
other,
bettin
who
could
push
one-sixty
first
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
shit
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
CMS
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
snatchin
links
To
ridin
around
with
bombshells
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,
niggaz
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
posess
a
+Dangerous
Mind+
like
Phifer
From
listenin
to
the
Gods
in
the
cipher
Seen
a
few
dudes
get
a
universal
There's
cameras
in
the
'jects,
live
no
commercial
Listen
{*scratching:
"growin
up
in
the
hood"
to
end*}
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1 Intro
2 U Can't Be Me
3 D-I-A-M-O-N-D
4 Don't Beg
5 I Getz It In
6 Get Up
7 I Wanna Leave
8 Bad/Good
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