Lil’ Keke&The Jacka - We Made It Out The Bottom(feat. 8-Ball & Kyleon)
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[00:04.610]Yeah
[00:08.029]Yeah that's what it is
[00:10.890]We made it out the bottom
[00:12.260]We reaching for the top
[00:13.680]We rise and fall
[00:14.650]But the game don't stop
[00:16.340]We made it out the bottom
[00:17.670]We reaching for the top
[00:19.200]Real estate cars
[00:20.270]And them big shiny rocks
[00:21.730]We made it out the bottom
[00:23.130]We reaching for the top
[00:24.640]Family first
[00:25.740]F**k with that and get popped
[00:27.210]We made it out the bottom
[00:28.540]We reaching for the top
[00:30.000]We live and die
[00:30.920]But the game don't stop
[00:32.439]8 ball
[00:32.759]Fat boy killer man
[00:34.090]Cut like a guillotine
[00:35.520]Off with a n***a head
[00:36.820]My style ain't free
[00:38.240]Bloody body parts
[00:39.370]Pop hearts and stop breathing
[00:40.930]Nutty n***az only need a reason
[00:42.780]Reach under the seat and
[00:43.920]Grab the heat
[00:44.550]And make that fire jump up out my window
[00:46.550]I bet them b***hes
[00:47.400]Won't be coming round here talking no mo'
[00:49.410]Ay yo
[00:50.100]Dirty lyrics bring out evil spirits
[00:51.990]I must be evil
[00:52.910]Wouldn't talk it if I didn't live it
[00:54.820]Wouldn't live it if I couldn't take it
[00:57.790]Please believe it
[00:58.920]Please believe
[01:00.480]That if a n***a disrespect he bleeding
[01:03.130]I put that on them little n***az
[01:05.960]At the crib I'm feeding
[01:08.010]Do whatever
[01:10.620]Trying to get the s**t that they be needing
[01:14.290]Touch the streets
[01:15.270]And get my feet muddy
[01:19.450]For them dead presidents
[01:21.520]Pimp a h*e like cuddy
[01:23.330]Like bubba sparxxx we get ugly
[01:26.960]Remember that
[01:29.280]For that bread n***az willing to go
[01:32.390]To hell and back
[01:35.340]Lil' keke
[01:36.660]If your cash is mean
[01:38.930]Let me hear you scream and rush it
[01:40.820]Hood rich fake a*s n***az
[01:42.230]Y'all gotta love it
[01:43.500]Get mine
[01:44.190]Battle the streets and keep it locked
[01:46.050]Loading and cocking glocks
[01:47.100]Jamming slowed down pac
[01:48.770]Twist it and make it pop
[01:50.070]Close it and open shop
[01:51.430]Bottom straight to the top
[01:52.610]Smoking on that cali crop
[01:54.140]City that's do or die
[01:55.480]Kill you behind a lie
[01:56.900]Open the pigeon coop
[01:57.980]And let the street birds fly
[01:59.600]Murder and racketeer
[02:01.000]Fed's won't disappear
[02:02.340]Push it and hit the gear
[02:03.640]Pray for another year
[02:05.170]Lifetime
[02:06.250]And the click be rumbling
[02:07.940]Raised in the hood mayn
[02:09.160]Where the heads be tumbling
[02:10.630]Boys be stumbling
[02:12.000]Living in sadness
[02:13.390]Broke as f**k
[02:14.200]They can't shake the madness
[02:15.910]A savage
[02:17.020]Plus I don't give a d**n
[02:18.420]Get rich and live it up
[02:20.680]With the rest of the fam
[02:23.550]Kyleon
[02:23.700]Gotta rise to the top
[02:27.110]Cause the bottom too crowded
[02:31.040]It's like crabs in a bucket
[02:33.450]And they holding me down
[02:37.810]That's why I'm on the block with the rocket
[02:45.810]I'm holding a pound
[02:48.500]Inside the booth spitting
[02:50.460]He's controlling the sound
[02:53.800]And we controlling the town
[02:55.250]Got the keys to the city
[02:56.530]Rains trains or airplanes
[02:57.900]I got the keys to the city
[03:00.830]It's killa
[03:01.220]Ball and ke we cmg
[03:02.230]Custom made gangstaz
[03:03.730]We cmg's
[03:04.190]It don't take a set of binoculars
[03:06.290]To see we g's
[03:07.260]Got a eye for this do' n***a
[03:08.800]So we see them g's
[03:09.950]And I done finally made it
[03:12.130]Cause I'm sick with the rap
[03:15.550]Spit lyrics like cold bro
[03:18.310]I'm sick with the rap
[03:21.000]When the glock start coughing
[03:24.290]I'm sick with the strap
[03:27.450]Behind money
[03:28.970]I'd make your face stick to your lap
[03:34.330]Gotta make it to the top bro
[03:37.390]You can't deny my mail
[03:39.770]Cause I rap so well
[03:42.860]They had to put my teeth in jail it's killa
文本歌词
Yeah
Yeah that's what it is
We made it out the bottom
We reaching for the top
We rise and fall
But the game don't stop
We made it out the bottom
We reaching for the top
Real estate cars
And them big shiny rocks
We made it out the bottom
We reaching for the top
Family first
F**k with that and get popped
We made it out the bottom
We reaching for the top
We live and die
But the game don't stop
8 ball
Fat boy killer man
Cut like a guillotine
Off with a n***a head
My style ain't free
Bloody body parts
Pop hearts and stop breathing
Nutty n***az only need a reason
Reach under the seat and
Grab the heat
And make that fire jump up out my window
I bet them b***hes
Won't be coming round here talking no mo'
Ay yo
Dirty lyrics bring out evil spirits
I must be evil
Wouldn't talk it if I didn't live it
Wouldn't live it if I couldn't take it
Please believe it
Please believe
That if a n***a disrespect he bleeding
I put that on them little n***az
At the crib I'm feeding
Do whatever
Trying to get the s**t that they be needing
Touch the streets
And get my feet muddy
For them dead presidents
Pimp a h*e like cuddy
Like bubba sparxxx we get ugly
Remember that
For that bread n***az willing to go
To hell and back
Lil' keke
If your cash is mean
Let me hear you scream and rush it
Hood rich fake a*s n***az
Y'all gotta love it
Get mine
Battle the streets and keep it locked
Loading and cocking glocks
Jamming slowed down pac
Twist it and make it pop
Close it and open shop
Bottom straight to the top
Smoking on that cali crop
City that's do or die
Kill you behind a lie
Open the pigeon coop
And let the street birds fly
Murder and racketeer
Fed's won't disappear
Push it and hit the gear
Pray for another year
Lifetime
And the click be rumbling
Raised in the hood mayn
Where the heads be tumbling
Boys be stumbling
Living in sadness
Broke as f**k
They can't shake the madness
A savage
Plus I don't give a d**n
Get rich and live it up
With the rest of the fam
Kyleon
Gotta rise to the top
Cause the bottom too crowded
It's like crabs in a bucket
And they holding me down
That's why I'm on the block with the rocket
I'm holding a pound
Inside the booth spitting
He's controlling the sound
And we controlling the town
Got the keys to the city
Rains trains or airplanes
I got the keys to the city
It's killa
Ball and ke we cmg
Custom made gangstaz
We cmg's
It don't take a set of binoculars
To see we g's
Got a eye for this do' n***a
So we see them g's
And I done finally made it
Cause I'm sick with the rap
Spit lyrics like cold bro
I'm sick with the rap
When the glock start coughing
I'm sick with the strap
Behind money
I'd make your face stick to your lap
Gotta make it to the top bro
You can't deny my mail
Cause I rap so well
They had to put my teeth in jail it's killa