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Tytuł: Kenny's Dead

  • Wykonawca: Master P
  • Wy¶wietleń: 186
This is Master P
  I'm down here in South Park
  I just put a million dollar reward up
  For any information or anybody who know who killed Kenny
  Ya heard?
  
  [Chorus]
  (Kenny's dead)
  We got to ride tonight
  My little homey Kenny died tonight
  (that's what I said)
  unh!
  
  Kenny strated messin' up, hangin' with the thugs
  Cutting class, in the fast section, see weed and drugs
  And I guess that's how it is, when the ghetto got you trapped
  But Kenny ain't scared, he seen his pops get his neck snapped
  People lie in they sheet, on South Park streets
  Where the hoes chill and everybody run from the police
  But what I liked about Kenny, he wasn't no crip or no blood
  And he mumbled when he talked, but he loved that bud
  
  [Chorus]
  
  Alot of hopeless nights chasin' nickels and dimes
  Kenny rode the other bus to school, but at night, he did crimes
  two eleven, one eighty seven, it's like a hobby
  Kenny slowed his roll, he did three years for a robbery
  Some say Kenny was the poorest kid on the street
  But picture this, Kenny with about ten g's and a couple of keys
  Huh, servin' the dope fiends, standin' on the corner
  Moved and worked from New Orleans to Arizona
  But it was a trip, Kenny always wondered how he would die
  Would it be a car crash, a plane, a gun, or suicide
  He knew one day that the rats would come
  But he didn't know they was gonna scream "'bout it 'bout it"
  And hit him with a shotgun
  unh!
  
  [Chorus]
  
  Alot of wasted deaths, alot of senseless crime
  But everybody think about what you do out there, because uh
  Judgment day is for everybody
  Just remember that, uh, we can't take none of this wit' us
  And it's real out here on these streets
  I'd love to live like Kenny
  But just remember, Kenny wasn't nothin' but a cartoon
  Huh, died, he's dead, ain't no comin' back
  Ya heard me?
  Hombre, Master P, No Limit
  To the world, baby
  Don't get no realer than this