Текст песни Storm - The Jacka

Storm

Killa on the road nigga\n(Riders on the storm)\nNigga watch out nigga\n(Riders on the storm)\nThe J-A nigga\nYou know what\nSpit my life on this beat, live my life on the street\nGot the thugs on my team, keep the strap in my reach\nAnd I’m lovin' the lean, but don’t fuck with the peach\nOptimo, hit the Sco, 60 box of the sweets\nYea I’m fully aware, even if I look sleep\nI really live this shit, these squares wanna be me\nBut you niggas is weak, and you scared to get doe\nI done did road trips with 50 bricks of that blow\nGangsta’s buy 'em from me, but’ll kill for ya nig\nCause keep it real as fuck is all I did\nThat’s all I know, smoke everyday\n100 in my chop, cause we don’t play\nNa we just kill, nigga where I stay\nNigga where I live, hit a bank bare faced\nJust to feed our kid, got beef with the J\nShoot my gun at your crib, and do a day at the block\nNever stop for the pigs, that’s just how we rock\n(Riders on the storm)\nI’m from the city that Big rep\nWhere coke droughts, got niggas cryin' like Isaiah on the Knick’s bench\nA closed mouth don’t get fed\nA real man, will keep his mouth closed even with the feds\nNever sleep you get enough rest when you’re dead\nFuck a dream what you need is a good connect\nIf it’s pure or compressed you’ve been blessed\nIn other words less complainin' more to stretch\nThorough niggas ain’t born we bred\nI’d rather be loved than feared\nI’m smooth 'til I’m on the edge\nI don’t move unprepared\nWhat part you ain’t understand\nFuck around lay around, while I over stand\nThe road to redemption I’m on a chosen path\nTo greatness ain’t nothin' gonna hold me back\nNiggas know where my zone is at\nI spit it how I live it this is cocaine rap, ugh\n(Riders on the storm)\nYea nigga, the Jack\nHustlin' in the rain with my nigs pushin' cane\nPush my thang to your ribs nigga you know what this is\nFuck the drought I’m the Jack, give me all the shit\nI’m goin' in, let’s get it in, I’ll kill again to feed my kids\nI gives a shit about a bitch up in the yay\nEast Bay gangsta like that S-P-I-C-E who rock with men\nYou can eat, I walk around with my heat\nBut I’m cooler than a styrofoam cup full of lean\nIf you know us if you don’t you better scream mutha fucka\nChrome 4−4 with the beam on the rubber\nLivin' nigga’s dreams but a nigga had to suffer\nRidin' through the storm I don’t think I could recover