I remember a time when there was nothing but trees and green grass now I look around in concrete times and stay behind the glass crowds of people but
I remember a time when there was nothing but trees and green grass Now I look around in concrete times and stay behind the glass Crowds of people but
Traduzione: Down By Law. Times cemento.
. Cee-Lo (Goodie Mob), Joi) One time... [Backbone] SWAT's, drop-tops and 'gnac Lil-bitty killas on the block, cock back the gat Can't a day go by, one
concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you, Attitude of fuck you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool, The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by
going down for the motherfucking reaper law [CHORUS] I was taught be smart stay humble I was taught be hard don't fumble I was taught in these concrete
s why this opportunity still knockin like I would in my balls Forever the, hood in me dawg, and yeah the law is still trailin Been some time since I been
income, that's nonsense That's why I stay getting busted for bullshit charges More than one time, one time, came around This fuck went down Nar ja a Tommy
the law, take on the realest Write on the walls, that's what I used to do Smokin' a joint or two, Lil' Rob getting a little blazed Walking through my concrete
what I use to do Smoking a joint or two Lil' Rob getting a little blaze Welcome to my concrete maze, remember the days I remember going to school, we meet by
fuck em all had my niggas down so I'm screaming fuck the law monday night wrestling, I'm so fucking raw she gon wipe me down, I'm gon brush her off I'
with love by angel girl, Let bastards rot in time for all their evil, Let bastards rot in time for all their evil, Let bastards rot in time
a battle with crooked-ass cops Heat we feel on crazy Gang infested LA streets We see the red concrete stains And street platoons feel pain Real soon times
wanna fuck em all had my niggas down so I'm screaming fuck the law monday night wrestling, I'm so fucking raw she gon wipe me down, I'm gon brush her
grew, I got to knew him so I dug his style Livin' foul, the law was: get it how you live Friend or foe, never forgive, crack that niggaz rib By any means
law came to be The more good I do, there's evil there at the same speed So I die daily, dead in sin arise in righteousness Cleansed by Christ the Lambs
By something that they never saw An M-72A2 mothafucking law We can rumble in the jungle Or have a World War 3 right here on the concrete God damn, I done