Текст песни American Hood - Wesside Bari

American hood an unnatural force
We deal in designer death taking it's course
Never seen privilege but heard it before
Baby mom is hiding my bitch at the hol up
American hood an unnatural force
We deal in designer death taking it's course
Never seen privilege but heard it before
Baby mom is hiding my bitch at the door

It's death and the devil she seeing this whore
The dogs in the jungle made of beasts of the boys
And they knocking yo head if they swinging the sword
She in love my drive having sex in the Ford
Abort bastards hung with they umbilical cords
I Pray my god he doesn't hear anymore
And It's crazy these crips they'll cripple em slow
He was on the wrong street threw some forks to the floor
Pardon the kid little boy didn't know
That child he was frail couldn't handle them blows
And round them part he couldn't go anymore
From titties and bittys to cold city morgues
My city ain't pretty ain't they bang pretty hard

The pain og had when he showed me his scars
The child he had hit when the shoots in the car
The tears he had shed when they murdered his broad

American hood an unnatural force
We deal in designer death taking it's course
Never seen privilege but heard it before
Baby mom is hiding my bitch at the hol up
American hood an unnatural force
We deal in designer death taking it's course
Never seen privilege but heard it before
Baby mom is hiding my bitch at the door

Gold like the pope while they preaching us hope
Slain by the system he selling his soap
A hand full of crackers they hands on our throat

In our sition couldn't handle the smoke
Mouth is itching with a hand on your nose
He in the kitchen with a hand on the stove
In the jungle with a Anna or more
My prediction that the cannon I'll blow

Trails tribulations of our situation
The basics the racist that touch generations
The hatred that make us feel like in matrix
Eating yal shit while we saying our Grace's
Get tf up in the presence of greatness
This shit 100 years in the making
Put the strap in one you bitch niggas faces
Show you what your god tru face is

It's wesside in front when you speaking my name
Skin match my kin we ain't even the same
Can't erase it the hatred that deep in my brain

Some much more for our people to gain
No good the hoods the beefing again
The beef get deep when you eat with a stain
Block got hot but he eat with a flame
Real type soldier only weep in the rain

American hood an unnatural force
We deal in designer death taking it's course
Never seen privilege but heard it before
Baby mom is hiding my bitch at the hol up
American hood an unnatural force
We deal in designer death taking it's course
Never seen privilege but heard it before
Baby mom is hiding my bitch at the door