Polluted Wisdom Lyrics
| Song | Polluted Wisdom |
| Artist | LA the Darkman |
| Album | Heist of the Century |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Diggs, Jackson | |
| Yo,yo | |
| Trapacane, word up | |
| Here to speak about yo, | |
| Polluted wisdom | |
| Yeah, 2nd chamber, to all the boos | |
| Polluted wisdom, 2nd chamber, yo | |
| Verse 1: | |
| I knew this chick named gina drove a royal blue beamer | |
| Holdin' 2 chrome ninas fucking baby like nadina | |
| Wore corn braids, i used to hit it back in the days | |
| Now she a coke slayer italian niggas gettin her pay | |
| But that's her heritage, she stayed sniffed up, no sorrow | |
| Clean her toes for today gave a fuck about tomorrow | |
| But she robbed 50 gs flat from a sharp | |
| Now they trying to make the chick history like noah's ark | |
| She blew the cheddar, she live on the low where it's better | |
| Copped the condo, some jewels, and a '97 jetta | |
| Now she know she big will but wrong she silly sally | |
| Think she handling army cause her body out in cali | |
| Terribly mistaken strung on yeh the hits creation | |
| Tryin to fly down south with the cream from the jamaicans | |
| It's a woman hunt been on for 'bout 3 months | |
| When they catch her some say they pouring gas in her cunt | |
| Torch it like a blunt and sparked on the god born day | |
| She wanna be a queen but went about all the wrong way | |
| She still hangin in bars, being diana ross | |
| Friday and saturday jumping back and forth in niggas cars | |
| Now i fill wid king at the bar guzzling gin | |
| Thinking he the man cause he gotta 500 benz | |
| He like it raw when he touch skin gina just a friend | |
| Not knowing the type of lifestyle shorty was in | |
| From shaolin.. | |
| Word up, think again | |
| Know what i'm sayin?, word | |
| To all the wisdom, living a fast life | |
| Yeah, you rather see the light | |
| Park 'n brake know what i'm sayin? | |
| Word up, reality, word up | |
| Yo | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Risen by grief she live in a plot wid a knot | |
| Been in the block wid ten crisp gs in her pock | |
| She ain't startin it, joint off safety, three clips | |
| Peep the rear-view some dreads pulled back her whips | |
| So she mercked off they mercked to and drama again | |
| Just bought a first-class ticket going to michigan | |
| She tried to come out alive grabbed the joint then sat aside | |
| Thinking if she shoot first then her life can't be denied | |
| Started blazing shorty was no joke she blinked | |
| Using rapid fire the dreads trying to hit her gas tank | |
| Testing uzi ooh op the next man block hot | |
| Through the action four by-standers was shot | |
| But it continued, shorty hittin ninety, scraped the benz | |
| Still scaring begging allah for her sins | |
| Wid no friends she had to handle beef on the dolo | |
| 3 shells came through the window one went through her polo | |
| Now she swerving needing a doctor like jay ervin | |
| 2 other chickens that knew her severe lesson they was learning | |
| Sipping burbon she reloaded seeing her life being demoted | |
| Catch a flashback remember shit scarface quoted | |
| Still lickin of shell, feeling the fire of hell | |
| Moved in mad blood trying to make it back to the hotel | |
| Dread licked off a pack she had no chance to react | |
| Firing emptying clips from fifty shot caps | |
| 2 more caught her in her back the others made the tire flat | |
| The car flipped 13 times dunn and dead was that | |
| Dead was that, word up black | |
| Yeah, yo, for all the women | |
| Watch what you do and who you screw | |
| Yeah, be a queen and not a money fiend | |
| Knaw what i mean, word up | |
| Protect yourslef la the darkman | |
| Rzarector |
| zuo qu : Diggs, Jackson | |
| Yo, yo | |
| Trapacane, word up | |
| Here to speak about yo, | |
| Polluted wisdom | |
| Yeah, 2nd chamber, to all the boos | |
| Polluted wisdom, 2nd chamber, yo | |
| Verse 1: | |
| I knew this chick named gina drove a royal blue beamer | |
| Holdin' 2 chrome ninas fucking baby like nadina | |
| Wore corn braids, i used to hit it back in the days | |
| Now she a coke slayer italian niggas gettin her pay | |
| But that' s her heritage, she stayed sniffed up, no sorrow | |
| Clean her toes for today gave a fuck about tomorrow | |
| But she robbed 50 gs flat from a sharp | |
| Now they trying to make the chick history like noah' s ark | |
| She blew the cheddar, she live on the low where it' s better | |
| Copped the condo, some jewels, and a ' 97 jetta | |
| Now she know she big will but wrong she silly sally | |
| Think she handling army cause her body out in cali | |
| Terribly mistaken strung on yeh the hits creation | |
| Tryin to fly down south with the cream from the jamaicans | |
| It' s a woman hunt been on for ' bout 3 months | |
| When they catch her some say they pouring gas in her cunt | |
| Torch it like a blunt and sparked on the god born day | |
| She wanna be a queen but went about all the wrong way | |
| She still hangin in bars, being diana ross | |
| Friday and saturday jumping back and forth in niggas cars | |
| Now i fill wid king at the bar guzzling gin | |
| Thinking he the man cause he gotta 500 benz | |
| He like it raw when he touch skin gina just a friend | |
| Not knowing the type of lifestyle shorty was in | |
| From shaolin.. | |
| Word up, think again | |
| Know what i' m sayin?, word | |
| To all the wisdom, living a fast life | |
| Yeah, you rather see the light | |
| Park ' n brake know what i' m sayin? | |
| Word up, reality, word up | |
| Yo | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Risen by grief she live in a plot wid a knot | |
| Been in the block wid ten crisp gs in her pock | |
| She ain' t startin it, joint off safety, three clips | |
| Peep the rearview some dreads pulled back her whips | |
| So she mercked off they mercked to and drama again | |
| Just bought a firstclass ticket going to michigan | |
| She tried to come out alive grabbed the joint then sat aside | |
| Thinking if she shoot first then her life can' t be denied | |
| Started blazing shorty was no joke she blinked | |
| Using rapid fire the dreads trying to hit her gas tank | |
| Testing uzi ooh op the next man block hot | |
| Through the action four bystanders was shot | |
| But it continued, shorty hittin ninety, scraped the benz | |
| Still scaring begging allah for her sins | |
| Wid no friends she had to handle beef on the dolo | |
| 3 shells came through the window one went through her polo | |
| Now she swerving needing a doctor like jay ervin | |
| 2 other chickens that knew her severe lesson they was learning | |
| Sipping burbon she reloaded seeing her life being demoted | |
| Catch a flashback remember shit scarface quoted | |
| Still lickin of shell, feeling the fire of hell | |
| Moved in mad blood trying to make it back to the hotel | |
| Dread licked off a pack she had no chance to react | |
| Firing emptying clips from fifty shot caps | |
| 2 more caught her in her back the others made the tire flat | |
| The car flipped 13 times dunn and dead was that | |
| Dead was that, word up black | |
| Yeah, yo, for all the women | |
| Watch what you do and who you screw | |
| Yeah, be a queen and not a money fiend | |
| Knaw what i mean, word up | |
| Protect yourslef la the darkman | |
| Rzarector |
| zuò qǔ : Diggs, Jackson | |
| Yo, yo | |
| Trapacane, word up | |
| Here to speak about yo, | |
| Polluted wisdom | |
| Yeah, 2nd chamber, to all the boos | |
| Polluted wisdom, 2nd chamber, yo | |
| Verse 1: | |
| I knew this chick named gina drove a royal blue beamer | |
| Holdin' 2 chrome ninas fucking baby like nadina | |
| Wore corn braids, i used to hit it back in the days | |
| Now she a coke slayer italian niggas gettin her pay | |
| But that' s her heritage, she stayed sniffed up, no sorrow | |
| Clean her toes for today gave a fuck about tomorrow | |
| But she robbed 50 gs flat from a sharp | |
| Now they trying to make the chick history like noah' s ark | |
| She blew the cheddar, she live on the low where it' s better | |
| Copped the condo, some jewels, and a ' 97 jetta | |
| Now she know she big will but wrong she silly sally | |
| Think she handling army cause her body out in cali | |
| Terribly mistaken strung on yeh the hits creation | |
| Tryin to fly down south with the cream from the jamaicans | |
| It' s a woman hunt been on for ' bout 3 months | |
| When they catch her some say they pouring gas in her cunt | |
| Torch it like a blunt and sparked on the god born day | |
| She wanna be a queen but went about all the wrong way | |
| She still hangin in bars, being diana ross | |
| Friday and saturday jumping back and forth in niggas cars | |
| Now i fill wid king at the bar guzzling gin | |
| Thinking he the man cause he gotta 500 benz | |
| He like it raw when he touch skin gina just a friend | |
| Not knowing the type of lifestyle shorty was in | |
| From shaolin.. | |
| Word up, think again | |
| Know what i' m sayin?, word | |
| To all the wisdom, living a fast life | |
| Yeah, you rather see the light | |
| Park ' n brake know what i' m sayin? | |
| Word up, reality, word up | |
| Yo | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Risen by grief she live in a plot wid a knot | |
| Been in the block wid ten crisp gs in her pock | |
| She ain' t startin it, joint off safety, three clips | |
| Peep the rearview some dreads pulled back her whips | |
| So she mercked off they mercked to and drama again | |
| Just bought a firstclass ticket going to michigan | |
| She tried to come out alive grabbed the joint then sat aside | |
| Thinking if she shoot first then her life can' t be denied | |
| Started blazing shorty was no joke she blinked | |
| Using rapid fire the dreads trying to hit her gas tank | |
| Testing uzi ooh op the next man block hot | |
| Through the action four bystanders was shot | |
| But it continued, shorty hittin ninety, scraped the benz | |
| Still scaring begging allah for her sins | |
| Wid no friends she had to handle beef on the dolo | |
| 3 shells came through the window one went through her polo | |
| Now she swerving needing a doctor like jay ervin | |
| 2 other chickens that knew her severe lesson they was learning | |
| Sipping burbon she reloaded seeing her life being demoted | |
| Catch a flashback remember shit scarface quoted | |
| Still lickin of shell, feeling the fire of hell | |
| Moved in mad blood trying to make it back to the hotel | |
| Dread licked off a pack she had no chance to react | |
| Firing emptying clips from fifty shot caps | |
| 2 more caught her in her back the others made the tire flat | |
| The car flipped 13 times dunn and dead was that | |
| Dead was that, word up black | |
| Yeah, yo, for all the women | |
| Watch what you do and who you screw | |
| Yeah, be a queen and not a money fiend | |
| Knaw what i mean, word up | |
| Protect yourslef la the darkman | |
| Rzarector |
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