Yeah, yeah I remember I remember nights I used to sell rock posted on the corner like a mailbox First class ticket to a cell block, just to get some Polo and some shell tops Cold world and they say hell's hot But it ain't hotter than that choppa when them shells drop Man I seen niggas play that block and get they bell rocked Cops cleared the scene and I was back by twelve o'clock
Tryna get it, Dickies on and my fitted Gun in my draws, ducking the law, I'm all with it Money, cars and clothes, I wanted 'em all nigga I never was good at hoopin', I wanted to ball nigga Cause the Og's sold keys and I had no cheese Coppers lock me, beat me down like I was Cochise
Old fiends coppin' work through their old dreams They got shattered, it ain't matter cause we thirst cream Niggas serving niggas moms just to make a flip Homies murder other homies just to make a brick Most my niggas done got busted tryna take a hit The feds were lurking, we was serving they was taking flicks
This how it goes down in the jungle Where niggas learn to shoot before they could rumble Cops rushing, they gon' kick in the front door And if they chase you better hope you don't stumble I wanted Polo with some shell tops I just wanted Polo and some shell tops And I was out there tryna sell rocks Cause I wanted Polo and some shell tops
I done seen close neighbours lose hope Fall victim to the streets and start to use dope I used to load my gun before I went to school first It's crazy niggas wanna kill me, we was cool first And when it comes to friends you can't let 'em too close That's why they call 'em close friends you turn your back they move first And I just bought a new Ghost and a crib out on that new coast
And it all started from a dolla Running from the law, scuffing up my Pradas Crack all in my draws, tryna make a profit All I wanted was some shells and some Polo for my closet, aww Drug money, turn to blood money I only roll with niggas that'll take a slug for me No matter what it is, I'mma pay that bail money To get my niggas right, my niggas for life!
This how it goes down in the jungle Where niggas learn to shoot before they could rumble Cops rushing, they gon' kick in the front door And if they chase you better hope you don't stumble I wanted Polo with some shell tops I just wanted Polo and some shell tops And I was out there tryna sell rocks Cause I wanted Polo and some shell tops
Compositores: Carl e Mccormick, Robert Rihmeek Williams ECAD: Obra #10796529 Fonograma #6034358