Paroles de la chanson Crenshaw and Slauson (True Story) par Nipsey Hussle

Look

Relate to ya
I can't if you's a fake nigga
Where level 4 in the state is what your mistakes get ya
Rap niggas they just wanna double date with you
Twitpic and show these hoes that they affiliate with you
Labels used to treatin rappers like a slave, nigga
Starvin artist "just be happy with your fame nigga"
Shit changed, now it's such a different game
All the niggas like myself is controlling everything

If you, pay attention see exactly what I mean
Fucc the middleman, I said that in 2003
Was 18, White Lincoln, chrome feet
Black .40 was my pillow, everynight I go to sleep
Grown niggas treat me like they OG
Holdin on to every word that the tiny loc speaks
I had a vision nobody else could see
Sold my shit to D-Mac, a little less than 10 Gs
Brought my grocery bag of cash back to Blacc Sam
He matched a nigga, next day we went to Sam Ash
We bought a pro tools and a microphone
Studio was far from plush but the lights was on
Couple hunned thousand stashed at my momma's home
Real estate in Atlanta but ain't nobody know
Mac 11s in the safe, hidden in the floor
My bro did it like nobody that I've ever known
Screens on every wall with 16 camera angles
Double pane bullet proof glass pushin past the haters

Cuban links and rolexes 'fo the check from Epic
This industry ain't got like us but they gone respect it
Built the label up from money we was savin up
No details til the Statue of Limitations up
Couple niggas got flipped tryna play with us
The demonstrations speak loud so I ain't sayin much
Was a charismatic nigga, I don't play as much
Cos life is real when you live it in a place like us
School pictures crackin smiles, now my face is stuck
Shellshocked to see how much they really hated us
Couldn't keep a kind heart, get yo hatred up
Streets smarts, nigga get yo information up
Watching Belly, smokin blunts, take Jamaican puffs

One day I'mma have a house and car like Jamaican cuz
Credits roll, back to stress pounds breakin up
Had to fight before we hustled and it made us tough
Early 90s neighbors rooster used to wake us up
Mama had a bucket and a shack but we ain't make a fuss
Blue Cutlass, no license, .380 tucked
96 Caprice 'Bolt Da Fatts' was savin up
They gettin packed out if niggas try fade with us
Crenshaw and Slauson, True Story, Zo play the drums

[Song 2]
I got to this paper, no industry favors
Speaking to they soul, so they tell me I'm they favorite

Been through it myself, yeah, I know how it make you
Never let 'em judge you cuz they ain't you
I could tell a long story or just say I'm grateful
I could tell a gang of reasons or just say I'm faithful
I can sell a million records or just mixtape it
They don't really give a fuck long as I just keep pacing
Quiet for a year, gave no explanation
Now I'm 'bout to drop I got em on that Proud 2 Pay shit
Half of a million cash, he gon offer me a label
Told him that I need to own it, so I'm cool, kept it gangster
Hollaback, real niggas what you calling that
You see the game fucked up, look, what part is that

They compare where I'm at to where I started at
They put me in the Getty, I'm a artifact

They can't never hang me on the wall though
We presidents nigga we push buttons
The rest of y'all just react, Victory Lap nigga this Marathon
Still don't stop though

Count me up, count me up
I'm in this shit you niggas is out as fuck
I'm use to people doubting I'd amount to much
I thrive off the challenge, I'm a childish fuck
I love toys so I'm by the buck
I hate to lose so I play too rough
I speak my mind and say I say too much
Minus the hip hop, cops say I don't say enough
I know they listening to my raps

While I'm out running these laps
Tryna make my paper stack
Its like this and like that
I think I'm KRS
I think I'm Dead Prez
I think I'm 2Pac nigga I need some fuckin meds
I think I'm Eminem, I'm going crazy
Shoot in front of the shop Nas & AZ

I never planned to make it to a old nigga
Plant the bag 560 off a zone nigga
Dip my Giovanni feet in chrome nigga
Drop them bitches on Pirellis hit the road with em
I should get the cover of the Rolling Stone nigga
I should perform at the Old Republic or Rome nigga
I'm not a rapper or a poet, I'm a poem nigga

Ain't it amazing how I'm standing on my own nigga
Always pull up in foreign thats never loaned nigga
Always speaking my music straight from my soul nigga
My business partners Jewish but I'm all nigga
Still ghetto that ain't wrong is it?
Way I see it long as I ball nigga
I'm a California don, nigga
Hundred thousand on my car nigga
You know very well who you are nigga

[Song 3]
I been that nigga before the fame happened
That tell them hoes go get my name tatted
I rock a Roley cuz my game classic
And repped LA before it came back in
I know y'all see me in my lane smashing

I know y'all hate me with a strange passion
I made examples out y'all lame asses
I love my life y'all could hate that shit
All the smart money got they bets on me
And all them real niggas wish the best for me
All these bad bitches got some sex for me
Shout out them bad bitches, getting dressed for me
They down to stand in line cuz its well worth it
Pull up to my shows in Chanel purses
They jeans fit the worst but they smell perfect
Never argue with they niggas but they yell verses

Aye, I'm true to this game
Gimme that pussy 'for she tell me her name
Aye, I'm true to this game
All Money In No Money Out on my chain
Aye, I'm true to this game
No guarantees you gotta live for today
Aye, I'm true to this game
Do it big til they remember your name

We still them same niggas that we used to be
Black Sam in that sedan in the coupe is me
Hundred thousand for the car so the roof was free
While I'm in it flashback on how it used to be
Wildin' nigga can't relax it was the youth of me
That make a smoker buy the bullets for a shooting spree
Found myself, same time family losing me
But all that violence from the past is what produced a G
All the real LA niggas know the truth is me
No hotline homie I could tell your future free
Get on your Marathon til you bruise ya feet
Or run the streets til the reverend write ya eulogy
Fishbone in the six with all my jewelry
Cuz I heard my haters is supposed to be shooting me
I'll never let a broke bitch influence me
Slauson Ave getting money and the proof is me