โหลดเพลง mp3 The Maze - DJ Quik

The Maze (迷宫) - DJ Quik
Bloods kill blood
Crips kill crips
Mexicanos kills bloods everybody trips
The w**d ain't workin so we all take sips
Road rage 9 millis 7 in the clip
L a l a where have you gone
It used to be a time when we had it full grown
Now it's more killin'm like it's no more chillin'
Worried ex d**e dealers paranoid villians
Pissed off n***a shoots the sh*t out of a kid
Gunnin' at the cops 'til they open up his f**kin' lid
We ride or die 'til we really f**kin' die
You know he's goin' you can see it his eyes so
Drink a forty when you hoped he could be saved but
Tomorrow party with a hole up in his braids what
Ain't no love up in the city
It's only hatin' faces
You should appologize
That way you won't catch cases

Now if you kill a rapper you'll never get caught
Yes I am a rapper and I always fought
I fought for what was right
Now I gotta b**ches and niggaz hatin' me because I'm outta sight
And I taste just like castor oil to you
But I'm not a bitter person pass the rolls to you
Hit the blunt it'll pass the spoils to you
Wake your brain up that's what is spose to do
Now black tone keep me off with spruce blonde
I'm a send chicken coup over there
'Cause barbara bird got 2 blocks
I ain't studyin' you dumbies 'cause I got
2 pac bangin' off in my cassette deck
I'm a shut up
Gangstas die faster than teachers
And I can see the whole game from under the bleachers
Guess a whole lot of mad rappers walkin' around los angeles
But I ain't one of 'em
I'm just a son of one of 'em