paroles de chanson Lil Chicago - Young Quicks

Welcome to Little Chicago (Chiraq)
Where you can learn some things when it comes to survival (let′s go)
Where you won't live another day if your the rival (no, no)
I′m here with Slim cutting up records like they vinyl
If I'm not humble dicen que soy hombre malo (malo)
My mother always told me mijo eres muy vago (vago)
And by your eyes it's looking like you had a trago
Y como le haces sin trabajo compras carros
Tienes vicios caros (oh)
They say I′m sick with the flow
Whatever you make a week I prolly get for a show (oh)
I′m the type to get it and go
And give it all to my momma 'fore I spend on a ho (oh)

I′m from a city where they show no pitty (show no pitty)
In the streets I made the honor roll (boy)
We chase the dough not the fucking kitty (no)
If they catch you then you never fold (neva)
You gotta ride 'till the day you die
Or live a lie ′till the day you die
I'm from a city where they show no pitty (city)
We chase the dough not the fucking kitty (kitty)

Dawg I bet you′ve heard where I'm from
We don't run, or ever hide, we just hang out for fun (uh)
If anybody got a problem they can come to the front
The only time I give a shit is when I′m taking a dump
I showed up slumped don′t get me drunk
'Cuz I might hit up the club (I might)
End up with the first hyna who come show me some love (I might)
I remember with the homies pitching in for a dub (uh)
Now look at us, you′ll get it all when it's in God that you trust (boy)
Vengo donde te matan por una gorra
When you really popping even haters enchan porras
What we really after is the pay for every hora
It′s time to type the digits into the calculadora (boy)

I'm from a city where they show no pitty (from a city)
In the streets I made the honor roll (made it, made it)
We chase the dough not the fucking kitty (uh)
If they catch you then you never fold (neva)
You gotta ride ′till the day you die (ride)
Or live a lie 'till the day you die (lie)
I'm from a city where they show no pitty (uh)
We chase the dough not the fucking kitty

Uh, I′m in Little Chiraq
With about 12 racks
Tell me who gone count that
Loose it all, tell me will you bounce back?
Uh, put my city on the map
I, got my city on my back
Uh, brown skin in all black
With a dime I went and got a quarter back