IDK 1995 текст песни, слова песни 1995 IDK
IDK - 1995
Three, four, five
If a nigga touch me
He gon' meet .45
I'ma shoot like Jordan
Ninety-ninety five
I'ma shoot like Jordan
Ninety-ninety five
One, two, three
Three, four, five
If a nigga touch me
He gon' meet .45
I'ma shoot like Jordan
Ninety-ninety five
I'ma shoot like Jordan
Ninety-ninety five
Sharp shooter play the cut
Stayin' dumb, we don't lay it up
Got a bad bitch laying up
I'm so charged up right now
They throw shade at us
Came a long way from the backyard, ya
Long way from the backyard, ya
Came a long way from the backyard, ya
Seventeen years of mama coming home
No hug, no love, no kiss, not even a hello
Just, "DId you wash the dishes?"
"Did you fold my clothes?"
Oh no, let me hurry up
Mama on the road
What's love?
I say IDK, that mean I don't know
In this case, barely room for love
Barely room for growth
I want to cry but I never do
It ain't good to show
I want to die but I never do
Can't go like a hoe
I tiptoe around the idea of family time
Just me, mom, and Martin
Broken family ties
Seeing pictures of them tying a knot
Both of them are smiling
Same pictures of them tying a knot
Falling from their fighting
Would've thought it was normal
If I didn't watch TV
I'm seeing white people eating with their families happily
Only time we ate together was eating at Applebee's
Parents had so many jobs
Our family tree was an apple tree
I never saw my step father kiss my momma, not once, that's for real
We ain't need no AC, the household was so cold, I'm getting chills
That's why it's
One, two, three
Three, four, five
If a nigga touch me
He gon' meet .45
I'ma shoot like Jordan
Ninety-ninety five
I'ma shoot like Jordan
Ninety-ninety five
One, two, three
Three, four, five
If a nigga touch me
He gon' meet .45
I'ma shoot like Jordan
Ninety-ninety five
I'ma shoot like Jordan
Ninety-ninety five
Have you ever been to an immigrants home
Where the straight A's and being a doctor was all they know?
'Cause they come from struggle
Work to get a house
And now they working double
Can't even enjoy it
They looking for you to be the one to
Graduate and bring the joy up
But if you was me then you would
Be the one to make them need a lawyer
And pay for the court fees
All 'cause a nigga didn't wanna look dorky
All for the next four years that's a four piece
No peace, more peace
No peace, more peace
No peace, more peace
That's how it sound inside of my momma's head
Stepfather ain't coming home, he getting head
Claiming he's busy, he on a business trip
When really he with a trick, she suckin'
I had to let that sink in
'Cause when them days came
It affected the way I see men
I had to let that sink in
'Cause when my momma cried
It affected the way I see revenge
And I ain't even know it but
Everything I did was results of how I was growing up
And growing nuts, and growing balls
And going nuts, and making calls
And hanging up in bitches faces
Running up in people's places
One, two, three
Three, four, five
If a nigga touch me
I'ma
Shoot like Jordan
I'ma shoot like Jordan
One, two, three
Three, four, five
If a nigga touch me
(He was killed right around the corner from his own home)
Jordan
Jordan
Ninety-ninety five
Sharp shooter play the cut
Stayin' dumb, we don't lay it up
Got a bad bitch laying up
I'm so charged up right now
They throw shade at us
They throw shade at us
Sharp shooter play the cut
Stayin' dumb, we don't lay it up
Got a bad bitch laying up
I'm so charged up right now
They throw shade at us
They throw shade at us
Came a long way from the backyard, ya
(A true product of bad environment)
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