Concrete Ice Cube
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(Intro)
This one goes out to all my niggas standin' on concrete
In South Central Los Angeles, where I’m from, nigga
(Hook)
Concrete, you make me feel O.G
Concrete, you make me feel O.G
(Verse 1)
You know the hood is like, broken glass, everywhere
Niggas in my neighborhood you know they just don't care
Can't take the bid, can’t take my boys
Got no money to move out guess I'll buy a Rolls Royce
Niggas in the front room, bitches in the back
Smokers in the alley with the baseball bat
I tried to get away but I couldn't get far
‘Cause them niggas up the street jacked me for my car
I hate to see blood on the concrete, I hate to see cuz on the concrete
I hate to see chalk on the concrete, I love to C-Walk on the concrete (West side!)
(Hook)
(Verse 2)
The world keeps spinnin' but the hood don't change
Muthafuckas still wanna blow out ya brains
Grandmama used to walk to the sto'
Now she roll around with a big 4-4
Wish a nigga would fuck with Ms. Benjamin
Sweet as cinnamon, blow you out ya Timberlands
If I talked back like Eminem, she woulda served a nigga ‘bout ten of them
I hate to see blood on the concrete, I hate to see cuz on the concrete
I hate to see chalk on the concrete, I love to C-Walk on the concrete (West side!)
This one goes out to all my niggas standin' on concrete
In South Central Los Angeles, where I’m from, nigga
(Hook)
Concrete, you make me feel O.G
Concrete, you make me feel O.G
(Verse 1)
You know the hood is like, broken glass, everywhere
Niggas in my neighborhood you know they just don't care
Can't take the bid, can’t take my boys
Got no money to move out guess I'll buy a Rolls Royce
Niggas in the front room, bitches in the back
Smokers in the alley with the baseball bat
I tried to get away but I couldn't get far
‘Cause them niggas up the street jacked me for my car
I hate to see blood on the concrete, I hate to see cuz on the concrete
I hate to see chalk on the concrete, I love to C-Walk on the concrete (West side!)
(Hook)
(Verse 2)
The world keeps spinnin' but the hood don't change
Muthafuckas still wanna blow out ya brains
Grandmama used to walk to the sto'
Now she roll around with a big 4-4
Wish a nigga would fuck with Ms. Benjamin
Sweet as cinnamon, blow you out ya Timberlands
If I talked back like Eminem, she woulda served a nigga ‘bout ten of them
I hate to see blood on the concrete, I hate to see cuz on the concrete
I hate to see chalk on the concrete, I love to C-Walk on the concrete (West side!)
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