paroles de chanson Crime Waves - Nacho Picasso

He was a god, Cadmus, or as close as anything I′ve ever known
Tyrant, they yell so easily... I laugh
No tyrant ever gave back so much
And what do they know of the world, these school boys?
It takes strong men to rule

I don't want to hear about a nigga if he′s not me
Used to be my dog, put him down when he got fleas
Buried him in the backyard like I'm Mike B
Punk rock asked me am I rolling, bitch I might be

White girl, white stripes, white tee, light crease
White pearls, white lights, wifeys, IVs
White world? Fuck that, Django's unleashed
MJ′s un-bleached, history′s un-teached

You gon' sample my voice? I′mma crap on your fleece
Full House, Uncle Jesse, if he claps at your niece
My whole family deceased, baby mama Clarisse
While I'm knocking your hoes, you′ll be knocking your knees

You came to the Moor's show, now you′re rocking Moor tees
Undead zombies, ten shots, won't bleed
Should've been there, ′03, that Monday night I OD′d
Joe Greene on codeine, no lean, I'm so mean

They think I′m Elvis, they call me selfish
I'm like, what, should I live for someone else, bitch?
Fuck that, Nacho, I′mma do it my way
My way or the highway, my way is the high way

Five rides in the driveway, drugged out like I'm Rite-Aid
Syrup in my limeade, cheer up, child, crime pays
Lion always gon′ find ways, choppas turn you sideways
Funeral's in five days, suicide and crime waves

Either kill or be killed, that's the fucking motto
I′m Mike Tyson if he never met Cus D′Amato
OJ Simpson in a brand new custom Bronco
Crushing blanco, we just kick it like it's Russian Sambo
What′s a fucking mongrel to a mob of Mongols?
Genghis Khan when I'm dying, beat them up like bongos
Niggas keep on spitting trash, leave them in the compost
Tryna romp with Nacho? Turn your clique to rump roast

Addam′s Family, not Grizzly... Bone her like Bizzy
Get boners off Missy, or Oprah off whiskey
Poison in my Brisk tea, doing drugs on Disney
I'm never coming down, hon′, Santa's in the chimney

Fuck around, offend me
Gun you down in Fendi, now you're fucking trendy
Never-fucking-ending story: I′m Atreyu, fuck you like I paid you
Hooker, yeah, I played you, fuck??

They think I′m Elvis, they call me selfish
I'm like, what, should I live for someone else, bitch?
Fuck that, Nacho, I′mma do it my way
My way or the highway, my way is the high way

Five rides in the driveway, drugged out like I'm Rite-Aid
Syrup in my limeade, cheer up, child, crime pays
Lion always gon′ find ways, choppas turn you sideways
Funeral's in five days, suicide and crime waves