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Dr. Seuss - Текст песни In My Backyard
[Yung Redd]
 Yeah, take a look into my backyard
 Where there ain't no way out, and niggas wanna act hard
 Watch your friends, some turn to fakers
 That's why I smoke green acres
 Get your paper, look around the world is violent
 I, do my dirt and move in silence
 Come on, you seen them capture, heard them sirens
 Just come outside, boys are fighting
 Yet the, grass is green, mosquitos biting
 So I grabbed a pencil, and started writing
 About the the shit we seen, the shit we did
 And how we live, just growing up as a kid
 Down in Houston Texas, its hot as hell
 I know its hard to gain, easy to fail
 Now days, anything might send you to jail
 Take note, this is show and tell, in my backyard
 [Chorus]
 Ooh I never thought, that it would be this way
 Living in the ghetto
 Who would of thought that I could make a change
 All I ever wanted, was to make it out this game
 Living in the ghetto
 I kept on trying until I found my way, my way
 [Yung Redd]
 From the porch to the street, from the street to the sto'
 From the sto' to the corner, where a nigga sold dope
 Put it together, this left niggas with no hope
 But it seemed to twerk the block, work or stay brokeDr. Seuss - In My Backyard - http://ru.motolyrics.com/dr-seuss/in-my-backyard-lyrics.html
 Oh no, back then money was slow
 Wasn't cool to be bold, believe it I know
 Wasn't no field of dreams, couldn't get no sleep
 When cops popped the pistols, in the street
 Now let's see, the ghetto's been shooting at me
 Tell me to freeze, before I can stash my cheese
 Some of us get caught, some make it out
 Day in and day out, on a paper route
[Chorus]
 [Yung Redd]
 Waking up with the roosters, can't do what I use to
 Like wasting time, fucking with losers
 This is what goes on, way down here
 Tell it like it is, we stay round here
 All my niggas, get paid round here
 Sometimes, people get sprayed round here
 Hey, days and nights, nights and days
 I use to dream of ways, to get paid
 So now I'm, looking around to see what's shaking
 Opportunity knocked, but my spot was vacant
 Boys on the country, locked up for hustling
 Game over, we just got time for nothing
 You might see niggas yelling, always fussing
 Around the way, this what happens everyday
 So just put up your guards, times is hard
 Live from the backyard, from the backyard
[Chorus]










