paroles de chanson Off Parole - Royce da 5′9″ feat. Tré Little

Be quiet (
Yeah) I know what you thinking (
Yeah) Who the hell is that (
Yeah) You in the club minding ya own business (
Yeah) And out of nowhere you here this (
Yeah) How you supposed to act (
Yeah) Neptunes (
Yeah) Royce 5'9 (
Yeah) It's my year baby, uh (
Uh) Twelfth grade rode around, started out small (
Uh) My father told me, before you walk, you gotta crawl (
Uh) We was all outlaws wit our fists balled (
Uh) We couldn't even count bars, we was just raw (
Uh) MCer's battlin' at the club,
For the plug Rappin' for the other rappers,
Strictly for the love That was cool 'til my life turned,
And got tough I got a girl, got serious, got her knocked up (
Uh) Uh oh, reality check, hold up (
Uh) I gotta figure out a way, to get this dough up (
Uh) I don't want my son to hate me, when he grow up (
Yeah) So I gotta blow up, and leave it to' up (5'9,
Baby) I listened to my pops, whenever it got hard (
Yeah) He said look if you gon' be a star, be a star (
Yeah) I got hot, got a deal took rap (
Yeah) Took the whole city wi me, and never looked back, baby (
Uh) We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (
Uh) [Repeat: ] Yo, yo,
It's all simple, make a million off the intro (
Ugh) Y'all don't want it, 'cause you still say ya fin' to (
Ugh) I'm finna blow, like this shit is so mental (
Yeah, ugh) That's your life, your problem,
And your pencil Cut the jokes, everybody wanna be rich (
Whoo) You a fool if you don't, you see this (
Bitch) Look at this chain, this bracelet, you hear me (
Bling, bling) I don't won't respect, I want you to fear me (
Yeah) Now look at me, this shit is getting real now (
Uh) I want your money, I'ma spit what you can feel now (
Uh) I tell the truth, so I guess I keep it real now (
Uh) You thought I was ill befo', now I'm ill now (
Come on baby) Come on wit it, I can afford to kill now (
Afford, baby) Look at my son, ask him how he feel now (
How you feel) It's real now,
Daddy's got a pill now Wave bye-bye we out of the hood, (
Bye) what the deal now (
Uh) We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (
Uh) [Repeat: ] We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (
Yeah) We can do it now,
Nigga I'm off parole Detroit came up, you know we hot (
Uh) 30 years where it became a big lot (
Uh) 600s on chrome, you don't stop (
Uh) Detroit we just hot (
Come on) Young niggas stay fly at all times (
Uh) Hoes 21 and under with gangsta rides (
Uh) Keep our guns by our sides at all times (
Uh) Detroit we just fly (
Rock City) Yo you would love for me
And you to switch places won't cha (
Uh) You love hatin' don't cha, hate just to hate, don't cha (
Uh) In the clubs yelling loud, like you wanna fight (
Uh) But I just whisper, you ain't trying to die tonight (
Naw, baby) I'm the king,
Yo I'm like the son of Jesus We got guns,
And we'll use 'em, so please believe it (
Yeah) Last had to try me,
Yeah I looked passed him But notice
He's nowhere around, for you to ask him (
Ha, ha, ha) Long as I gotta crew, and two in the safe baby (
Yeah) You could scream 'til you BLUE in the face baby (
Yeah) We getting ours, we don't care who in the way baby (
Yeah) Lock and key,
Ain't nothin' you could save baby We don't
Want the bitches dog, we just want the honeys (
Who) And we don't want the game neither,
We just want the money It makes sense don't it, the blocks wit me (
What) Welcome to the new world, Detroit Rock City (
Yeah) We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (
Uh) [Repeat: ] We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (
Detroit Rock City) We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (
Uh) [Repeat: ] We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (
Bring it back baby, uh) We can do it now,
Nigga I'm off parole Detroit came up, you know we hot (
Uh) 30 years where it became a big lot (
Uh) 600s on chrome, you don't stop (
Uh) Detroit we just hot (
I hear you, baby) Young niggas stay fly at all times (
Uh) Hoes 21 and under with gangsta rides (
Uh) Keep our guns by our sides at all times (
Uh) Detroit we just fly Click, click, blow (
Uh) Click, click, blow (
Uh) Click, click, blow (
Uh) How you like us now