Murs & 9Th Wonder - Live From Roscoe's lyrics

rate me

Intro: Kurupt talking]

Yeah, we just ridin' out. Sun shinin', ya dig? Los Angeles, ya dig?

We just keepin' it real fly. Welcome to the house mane. Aye what's up? Look.

[Verse 1: Kurupt]

It's just another sunny day

I'm just pokin' in the sunny shade

Walked in the homie's house got blazed

How does it feel to really have it made?

When it's winter time it's still summertime

Let me rewind and take it back to '89

Eminem is up in Englewood

When a nigga barely left the hood

We didn't two step, we just walk

We just posted in the park after dark

It's just me and the fellas

Just got off the freeway passin' Cinsinella

Now

Let's go to '95

I was glidin' from the ground to the sky

You could only be there and see if through my eyes

We was crispy

And might knock niggas the fuck out like Jack Dempsey

When we tipsy

Now on to 2009

Revised, reprise, reinvented

Octopus squeeze the nine cause I got's to get all mine

I got a fortess of a Porsche

Two feet from my driveway and my porch

Can you imagine this ballin', shot callin', all in

Wakin' up to a mountain in the back

About 55 stacks

Hidden underneath my mat-

-tress

And I can tell you cause, if you come on my premises

I'm gonna show you how I flambe all my lyricists

Fricassee fry cook, charcoal and crisp

Provide everyone that intervene and miss

The warning sign is on the front of my fence

"Beware Of Dog" and I ain't talkin' about a pit

I'm talkin' about that cold contra chrome stack hog

I spit toxic effective like ninjutsu and kick boxin'

Fuck talkin'

I'm sparkin', I'm heartless,

Unless

You one of my folks or else get toast

I turn it easy on you niggas, somebody smoked

Don't fuck around with a real nigga loc

[Chorus: Kurupt]

"Cause I've got"

Chrome nines

"Cause I've got"

Real shine

"Cause I've got"

Fly cars

"Cause I've got"

Hood star

[Verse 2: MURS]

I ride by the Pico, Roscoe, street full of potholes

Bout to get something to eat, if they not closed

Sellin' incense and bootlegs out front

Old pimp nigga with the toupee is on one

He goin' off about a bitch that he lost

Charge it to the game, it's a shame what it cost

I walk in and they already know me

Dude at the counter from the hood, he the homie

Keep a menu, I won't even front

Just show me to my seat cause I know what I want

I started off with Alicia's Delight

Hard as grease from the feast I just might need a Sprite

All eyes on me and they starin' at my hair

Is that dude from MTV over there?

Yeah, but I grew up on this side

So you need to quit starin' bitch this ain't a side show

And if she don't quit talkin' shit

Hold up, here my waitress, so I'll order up some...

Grits

Which is my favorite dish

With some red beans and rice cause I'm hungry as shit

A couple waffles, some other potatoes

Finally off tour, it feels great to be home

Picked up my phone cause this chick just texted me

Ain't five minutes and the food's all ready

I feel like I ain't eat in weeks

Attack the food like the plate got beef

But no meat cause I'm still on my veggie shit

Finished all my food so I'm ready to dip

I stroll out into the California moonlight

I can see the stars in L.A. that's a cool night

I hear shots in the distance

The little homies trippin', that's that Mid-City livin'

They got that heavy artillery

But on the real, all this gang shit is killin' me

Chaos, calamity, scream insanity

Communities collapse, destruction of family

I'm from a whole 'nother planet see

I guess it's why these rap niggas ain't understandin' me

I'm from the hood with a couple dead homies

You trippin' off this rap shit, you really don't know me

[Chorus: MURS]

"Cause I've got"

True friends

"Cause I've got"

A few ends

"Cause I've got"