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[Hook:] |
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You might think that you know me |
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You know where I'm coming from |
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You might think everything's all good |
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But at the end of the day you're all wrong! |
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[Verse 1: Murs:] |
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All blue chuck taylors, blue dodger hat |
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85 Regal, my daughter in the back |
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I'm just a gangsta to most of y'all |
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On the real we're just hanging on the way to the mall |
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Week days I'm Rn down at kaiser Weekends at church, I'm a youth adviser |
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Just because I'm doing good I can't forget my roots |
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I can never feel right in a tie & suit |
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501's a plain white "t" and I stay gettin' stopped by the LAPD |
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That's just life growin' up in south central |
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I been done move, but it's not that simple |
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I gotta come back, my grandmomma there |
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Sometimes it's drama, but I really don't care |
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Here's my neighbourhood and I love it |
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Showin' all the little homies you can rise above it! |
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[Hook:] |
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You might think that you know me |
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You know where I'm coming from |
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You might think everything's all good |
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But at the end of the day you're all wrong! |
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[Verse 2: Murs:] |
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All red chuck taylors and red dodger hat |
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Posted up at market with a bottle and gat |
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I'm just a gangsta, that's what they say |
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But on the real homeboy I just had a bad day |
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Ten interviews, no call backs |
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PO askin' me where my job at |
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I'm an ex-kind and almost juiceless |
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I'm a felon, don't mean that I'm stupid |
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Got cut op, tribers in the dope |
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Lost five years of my life as a result |
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In the feds I prayed and I read |
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Anything to keep the system out of my head |
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I read Zinn, Jung, Bukowski |
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You really don't know a damn thing about me |
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I probably gotta higher IQ than you |
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These jobs ain't hiring, what should I do |
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[Hook:] |
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You might think that you know me |
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You know where I'm coming from |
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You might think everything's all good |
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But at the end of the day you're all wrong! |
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[Verse 3: Murs] |
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Black dickies, black Cortez |
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White wife beater, a fresh shaved head |
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I'm just a gangsta, that's what you thinkin' |
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You see me in the crew, posted up by Lincoln |
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You see my tattoos, figure why I bother |
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Really I'm an artist and I got my own palla |
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Hard workin' father, wife and two daughters |
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Strugglin', trying to keep our heads above water |
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I'm a tax payer, I'm bilingual |
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I'm chicano, I'm not an illegal |
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Tryin' to live your American dream |
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But you keep judging me about how I wear my jeans |
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They're 42s, they're starched and they greased |
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I gotta education, I got proper speech |
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I'm from the streets, I'm not less of a man |
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Just trying to get by and do the best that I can! |
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[Hook:] |
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You might think that you know me |
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You know where I'm coming from |
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You might think everything's all good |
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But at the end of the day you're all wrong! |
