[Intro]
132nd and San Pedro street in Willowbrook (We gon' get it) after deputies approached a vehicle that was parked at an apartment complex
Deputies say one man was detained (Never forget) for assault on an officer
At this point a firearm has not (Can't never forget) been recovered on scene and the investigation will continue well into the night
Paupa got beats making history, on God!
[Verse 1]
Cocaine residue, bitch, clean them pots out
Never seen pure, bitch? This what rappers talk 'bout
Eyes are the windows to the soul, look in my house
Brains of the operation, duct tape your mom mouth
Crime route, yeah I took it, I grew up a ballplayer
Feed my fuel to the air like a carburetor
Half my homies went to the league, I went to county jail
Twin towers and a spur, but I'm out on bail
I don't tell, do the time for me and my crimey
Need all the flash in my face like a ID
Rodney, I'm a junior and a shooter
Bring the thunder, shit, okay, see you do it sooner
Man, I grew up in them 'partments where my granny was the landlord
And the windows had bars like a metaphor
Basketball, I learnt in the alley, we played half-court
No net, just a rim and a backboard
[Chorus]
Oh, them apartments
From apartments to the projects
Grew up living in apartments
Every day was just like a contest
Same difference in them apartments
Same difference in every hood I been in
Ah, livin' in them apartments (All my niggas, all my niggas)
For all my niggas in apartments, 'ments
And all my niggas in the pen (All my niggas, all my niggas)
Caught 'em living in them apartments
All them losses taught us to win (Oh-oh, shit)
132nd and San Pedro street in Willowbrook (We gon' get it) after deputies approached a vehicle that was parked at an apartment complex
Deputies say one man was detained (Never forget) for assault on an officer
At this point a firearm has not (Can't never forget) been recovered on scene and the investigation will continue well into the night
Paupa got beats making history, on God!
[Verse 1]
Cocaine residue, bitch, clean them pots out
Never seen pure, bitch? This what rappers talk 'bout
Eyes are the windows to the soul, look in my house
Brains of the operation, duct tape your mom mouth
Crime route, yeah I took it, I grew up a ballplayer
Feed my fuel to the air like a carburetor
Half my homies went to the league, I went to county jail
Twin towers and a spur, but I'm out on bail
I don't tell, do the time for me and my crimey
Need all the flash in my face like a ID
Rodney, I'm a junior and a shooter
Bring the thunder, shit, okay, see you do it sooner
Man, I grew up in them 'partments where my granny was the landlord
And the windows had bars like a metaphor
Basketball, I learnt in the alley, we played half-court
No net, just a rim and a backboard
[Chorus]
Oh, them apartments
From apartments to the projects
Grew up living in apartments
Every day was just like a contest
Same difference in them apartments
Same difference in every hood I been in
Ah, livin' in them apartments (All my niggas, all my niggas)
For all my niggas in apartments, 'ments
And all my niggas in the pen (All my niggas, all my niggas)
Caught 'em living in them apartments
All them losses taught us to win (Oh-oh, shit)
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