Текст песни The Originals - Crooked I & Bo Roc
When
they
was
leaning
in
they
Cadillacs
You
was
swimming
in
your
daddy's
sax
This
is
for
the
originals
This
is
for
the
originals
We
looked
up
to
em
even
though
they
was
criminals
Niggas
did
dirt,
on
Saturday
put
in
work
On
Sunday
they
sit
in
church
Killers
was
still
spiritual
Doing
what
they
had
to
do,
niggas
with
an
attitude
Alleyways
and
dead
ends,
boulevards
and
avenues
I'm
just
showing
gratitude
We
in
the
ghetto
dancing
with
the
devil
And
they
showed
me
how
to
move
By
5th
grade
they
was
banging
on
their
teachers
By
6th
grade
they
was
blazing
up
the
reefer
By
high
school
they
was
slanging
crack
rocks
Picking
me
up
in
their
low
riders,
Curtis
Mayfield
in
the
speakers
I'm
talking
Locs
and
them
croaker
sacks
Candy
painted
rags,
niggas
rocking
golf
hats
The
ones
who
put
Cali
on
the
map
Duct
tape
wrapped
around
the
handle
of
the
strap
This
is
for
the
originals
Would've
never
knew,
if
it
wasn't
for
the
ones
who
paved
the
road
With
their
rhymes,
beats
and
the
flows
The
ones
who
came
before,
and
opened
up
the
door
OGs
(this
is
for
the
originals)
What
you
know
about
them
brownie
gloves
Down
bitch
giving
you
visits,
showing
you
county
love
Ever
since
he
had
a
cape
cutter
comb
hanging
out
his
afro
Lil
nigga,
they
know
how
down
he
was
Some
had
they
perm
whipped
on
that
big
worm
tip
Others
lost
they
fucking
minds
stuck
on
that
sherm
dip
This
is
Cali,
don't
slip,
keep
a
firm
grip
If
it
wasn't
for
some
old
bloods
and
crips,
I
wouldn't've
learned
shit
Taught
me
how
to
survive
in
a
city
Where
niggas
get
clapped
at
like
they're
performing
up
in
an
auditorium
Some
real
Sun
Tzu
niggas
with
a
lot
of
art
of
war
in
them
Had
gang
for
days
and
of
course
I'm
not
ignoring
them
Always
gave
me
a
heater
when
I
needed
one
One
even
told
me
follow
your
dreams
and
one
day
you
might
not
need
a
gun
I
salute
you
with
every
rap
I
spit
out
I
was
trapped
in
the
ghetto,
you
gave
me
the
path
to
get
out
This
is
for
the
originals
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