Текст песни Blue Laces - Nipsey Hussle feat. Goldie

Im from Westside California,
they run up on ya Ask you where you from and check yo tats under yo
clothin' Hustla, go hard make sure my knot swollen Fuck it,
say the wrong hood bullets explodin' I trust few,
people these days cuz that's golden I seen niggas get killed for who
they roll with and chose to Keep inside they Circle satan sittin' on
your sofa Same nigga that shot you was the one you used to smoke with
Cold shit, my whole clique notorious You've heard of us,
six owes is murderas You still servin' clucks,
jealous nigga you broke as fuck Yo bitch on my nuts,
spillin' patron out my cup She can't get enough,
buffer me down as I puff on the finest kush They say I be
doin' too much, I just do my stuff Yeah, I just do my stuff (
Hussle ) [Hook ] Blue Laces, shell cases, we catch bodies,
we don't leave no traces Big faces, suitcases, if you ain't know ho,
we gettin' paid bitch [Verse 2] I got Slauson on my back,
Ed Hardy on my hip Weight of the world on my shoulders,
gold rollie on my wrist Neighborhood chucks, blue checkerboard tint,
dickies saggin' off my ass Walk with a hoodsta limp,
two bricks on my white tee Same color cocaine,
I ain't talkin' dope I mean the price of my gold chain All money in
no money out that was my slogan What I mean by that is stack it up
and don't spend no change I started small time, dope game,
cocaine Seven grams and thirty rocks that Was my program The block
propane, young nigga no change Shootout with no aim,
so they no yo name Cuz when yo momma paid rent that was yo game So
when yo homeboy bled,
that was yo pain And if ya'll both catch a case you don't say
no names That's just the code of the color of my shoe strings
Blue Laces, shell cases, we catch bodies,
we don't leave no traces Big faces, suitcases, if you ain't know ho,
we gettin' paid bitch [Verse 3] What happened to the code,
streets all in shambles Niggas powderin' they nose,
ashamed of what we stand for They think we on some kill another nigga
shit We really on some stay down and diligent The streets is cold,
turn innocence to militence Young niggas gangbangin' for the thrill
of it Pops was gone,
moms was never home The streets was right there so they took you as
they own [Hook ] Blue Laces, shell cases, we catch bodies,
we don't leave no traces Big faces,
suitcases, if you ain't know ho, we gettin' paid bitch