Текст песни Above Crenshaw (feat. Co$$) - Blu feat. CO$$
Excuse
these
daggers,
swagger
so
mean
UV
raiders,
ain′t
showin
no
green
Since
I
was
a
yella
comin
out
of
Cincinella
Vernon
Infada
had
them
goatees
in
the
fish
tank
Bad
on
cassette
tape,
bad
on
cassettey
Guttenberg,
French
fries,
drinks
to
Mike
Lauries
Go
up
to
the
store
and
seen
a
rise
on
the
corner
On
some
holy
mission
missionary
waitin
for
the
war
Fuck
Jerry's
Atari,
got
great
grades
off
robbers
Martin
Luther
King
parade,
it′s
1st
grade
18
when
she
first
taught
me
how
to
French
And
I
was
12,
got
a
brown
sugar
from
the
Swosa
swap
Pop
cigarettes
that
ain't
smell
like
my
grandma's
Baby
luke
is
poured
into
that
California
popcorn
Pourin
on
a
Tuesday,
pourin
on
a
Wednesday
Fore
I′m
at
Thursday,
Woody
on
my
birthday
Hoodie
on
church
day,
squab
it
to
the
curb
surf
Word,
finding
out
my
girlfriend
sold
crack
New
pair
of
panties
and
patent
leather
grants
Doors
on
that
′75
Burgundy
Chrysler
Marty's
first
rap,
fish
house
bout
Woody′s
member
More
pains
whoopings
after
propane's
cooking
jug
Marla
woofin
out
and
done
in
every
club
Every
chocolate
I
dodge
try
to
get
knocked
up
Every
fuckin
cop
dodged
fore
I
got
locked
up
Every
shout
out
that
I
got
for
every
pellet
gun
Shout
out
Bust,
what
the
fuck
you
doin
in
some
PK′s?
Getting
busy
in
the
Burger
King
bathroom
Full
even
niggas
at
the
Demi's
with
the
building
Peal
to
the
crib,
Tele
Mundo,
killin
kids
Pink
sober′s
cop
the
most
pink
tacos
Titty
squos,
pig
latin
to
the
vatos
In
the
boonies
where
nobody
really
knew
me
But
the
hood
was
still
in
me
even
when
I
didn't
knew
it
was
Excuse
these
daggers,
swagger
so
mean
UV
raiders,
ain't
showin
no
green
I′m
so
fluorescent,
I
could
light
up
yo
dreams
Just
so
caressin,
no
touchin,
no
don′t
you
know?
Wanted
that
bass,
that
clappin
that
boom
That
backseat
swinging
the
EP
but
no
room
Since
I
was
a
shorty
coming
up
with
trays
and
40's
Used
to
pretend
with
the
homies,
playin
cops
and
OG′s
Are
you
dancing
with
the
handsome
ugly
darkness?
Posted
up
on
stalker
like
pardon
me
Could
you
buy
a
blunt
for
me?
We
wrote
it
up
with
Marcus
Front
of
Bone's
apartment
stone
laughin
Flickin
roaches,
we
was
coaches
Lost
and
something
found,
they
was
playin
Snoopy
cube
Even
a
youth
I
was
bumpin
underground
yo
I
knew
I
was
late
runnin
out
home
I
knew
I
was
slippin
with
some
crypts
runnin
from
stone
Photo
we
wore
sneakers,
we
ball,
we
all
innocent
Took
a
hit,
started
losing
grip
off
our
own
standin
Colliseum
As
my
dome
bled,
beat
me
like
I
stole
something
from
er
Went
to
school
in
Santa
Monica,
My
mama
must
be
home,
summing
the
drums
and
her
harmonica
Remind
me
of
the
Christian
choir,
all
for
Lincoln
Pee
Pee
burnin
dipped
in
fire,
Bonnie
burn
me
off
a
great
burn
Take
a
right
back
when
daddy
was
alive
Days
turn
to
nights,
Philipp′s
barbeque,
house
at
Darnes,
Murphy
high
Aim
up
was
my
first,
touched
it
by
the
bungallows,
Never
could
afford
it
for
the
forward
was
red,
Been
broke
since
out
of
bonds
Statuary
situations,
grown
men
and
little
girls
And
there
was
girls
at
the
shows,
and
the
Fore
I
was
a
spitter
was
a
nigga
from
the
dirt
Staring
at
the
ass
on
the
back
Miss
Scott
Hopscotch,
butterscotch,
now
it's
butter
when
I
rock
Came
a
long
way
from
4th
ave
at
the
bud
spots
(Came
a
long
way
from
4th
ave
at
the
bud
spots
And
whatnots,
yes)
Excuse
these
daggers,
swagger
so
mean
UV
raiders,
ain′t
showin
no
green
I'm
so
fluorescent,
I
could
light
up
yo
dreams
Just
so
caressin,
no
touchin,
no
don't
you
know?
Wanted
that
bass,
that
clappin
that
boom
That
backseat
swinging
the
EP
but
no
room
So
sassy,
meet
me
at
Telly
or
Gotelly
Straight
shoppin
what
I
wear,
paint
the
luggage
when
you′re
ready
I′m
so
fluorescent,
I
could
light
up
yo
dreams
Just
so
caressin,
no
touchin,
no
don't
you
know?
Wanted
that
bass,
that
clappin
that
boom
That
backseat
swinging
the
EP
but
no...
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