Blu feat. Co$$ Above Crenshaw Lyrics

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CD 1
  • 1 Doin' Nothin'
  • 2 Everything's OK
  • 3 Never Be the Same
  • 4 Above Crenshaw
  • 5 SLNGBNGrs
  • 6 Soupa
  • 7 Hours.
  • 8 Annie Hall
  • 9 Tags
  • 10 Spring Winter Summer Fall
  • 11 Down to Earth
  • 12 My Sunshine
  • 13 Jazmine
  • 14 Jazzmen
  • 15 Ronald Morgan
  • 16 KeePushinn
  • 17 Doin' Somethin'
  • (Bridge)
    Excuse these daggers, swagger so mean
    UV raiders, ain’t showin no green

    Blu (Verse)
    Since I was a yella comin out of Centinela
    Vernon Infada had them goatees in the fish tank
    Bad on cassette tape, bad on cassettey
    Guttenberg, French fries, drinks to Mike Lauries
    Go up to the store and seen a rise on the corner
    On some holy mission missionary waitin for the war
    Fuck Jerry’s Atari, got great grades off robbers
    Martin Luther King parade, it’s 1st grade
    18 when she first taught me how to French
    And I was 12, got a brown sugar from the Slauson Swap
    Pop cigarettes that ain’t smell like my grandma’s
    Baby Lucas poured into that California popcorn
    Pourin on a Tuesday, pourin on a Wednesday
    Fore I’m at Thursday, Woody on my birthday
    Hoodie on church day, squab it to the curb surf
    Word, finding out my girlfriend sold crack
    New pair of panties and patent leather grants
    Doors on that ’75 Burgundy Chrysler
    Marty’s first rap, fish house bout Woody’s member
    More pains whoopings after propane’s cooking jug
    Marla woofin out and done in every club
    Every chocolate I dodge try to get knocked up
    Every fuckin cop dodged fore I got locked up
    Every shout out that I got for every pellet gun
    Shout out i Bust, what the fuck you doin in some PK’s?
    Getting busy in the Burger King bathroom
    Full even niggas at the Demi’s with the building
    Peal to the crib, Tele Mundo, killin kids
    Pink sober’s cop the most pink tacos
    Titty squos, pig latin to the vatos
    In the boonies where nobody really knew me
    But the hood was still in me even when I didn’t knew it was

    (Bridge)
    Excuse these daggers, swagger so mean
    UV raiders, ain’t showin no green

    (Hook)
    I’m so fluorescent, I could light up yo dreams
    Just so caressin, no touchin, no don’t you know?
    Wanted that bass, that clappin that boom
    That backseat swinging the EP but no room

    Co$$ (Verse)
    Since I was a shorty coming up with trays and 40’s
    Used to pretend with the homies, playin cops and OG’s
    Are you dancing with the handsome ugly darkness?
    Posted up on Stocker like pardon me
    Could you buy a blunt for me?
    We wrote it up with Marcus
    Front of Bone’s apartment stone laughin
    Flickin roaches, we was coaches
    Lost and something found, they was playin Snoopy cube
    Even a youth I was bumpin underground yo
    I knew I was late runnin out home
    I knew I was slippin with some crips runnin from stone
    Photo we wore sneakers, we ball, we all innocent
    Took a hit, started losing grip off our own standin Colliseum
    As my dome bled, beat me like I stole something from er
    Went to school in Santa Monica
    My mama must be home, summing the drums and her harmonica
    Remind me of the Christian choir, all for Lincoln
    Pee Pee burnin dipped in fire, Bonnie burn me off a great burn
    Take a right back when daddy was alive
    Days turn to nights, Philipp’s barbeque, house at Darnes, Murphy high
    Aim up was my first, touched it by the bungallows
    Never could afford it for the forward was reversed
    Been broke since out of bonds
    Statuary situations, grown men and little girls
    And there was girls at the shows, chorus and the verse
    Fore I was a spitter was a nigga from the dirt
    Staring at the ass on the back Miss Scott
    Hopscotch, butterscotch, now it’s butter when I rock
    Came a long way from 4th ave at the bud spots
    (Came a long way from 4th ave at the bud spots
    And whatnots, yes)

    (Bridge)
    Excuse these daggers, swagger so mean
    UV raiders, ain’t showin no green

    (Hook)
    I’m so fluorescent, I could light up yo dreams
    Just so caressin, no touchin, no don’t you know?
    Wanted that bass, that clappin that boom
    That backseat swinging the EP but no room

    So sassy, meet me at Telly or Gotelly
    Straight shoppin what I wear, paint the luggage when you’re ready

    (Hook)
    I’m so fluorescent, I could light up yo dreams
    Just so caressin, no touchin, no don’t you know?
    Wanted that bass, that clappin that boom
    That backseat swinging the EP but no…

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