Masta Ace

Masta Ace - Late Model Sedan lyrics

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whatever  your mood or your feelings might be at the time
 So long as it's the truth... truth... truth...]

 Verse One:

 I could tell the pimped est story
 About street homicide  and make it sound gory
 Cause you know  shit be happenin everyday
 And then on the weekends twice as much shit comes into play
 So I better watch my back or
 I might get caught up  in a fuckin crack war
 So I use the back door, cause the front ain't safe
 Seven different brothers got stuck and I don't wanna be the eighth
 Don't make no sense
 Walkin through my own neighborhood I feel tense
 Don't wanna carry no gun
 Cause the cops be stoppin us, and pattin us down just for fun
 So, the only protection I got
 Is my smitties, but how many kids get shot
 Fuckin that throw up your hands shit
 And fight like a man but he don't get to land shit
 Not one punch, the only hit
 Was when his head hit the concrete, got knocked clean off his feet
 Got a lot of blood on they shoes
 But they got that Rolex, and jumped in the cruise
 Late model Sedan, either blue or black
 Was the only description, no plates in the back
 I know one thing, they ain't from around here
 But what block would dare to come down here
 Stickin up shit, must be new jacks
 Trying to get a rep, they better watch they backs *echoes*

 [...they better watch they backs *gets steadily louder*]
 [Guess what happened to me when I was wa-walk-wah-walkin down the street]
 They better watch they backs!

 Verse Two:

 Cause my man Shiloh, is out on the prowl
 With some East Medina, brothers that's foul
 Lookin to protect, the streets that our mothers
 Have to walk on, from black young brothers
 It's bad enough, that if I walk through a white
 Neighborhood, that, I gotta be prepared for a fight
 Why should I be scared of the dark?
 Scared on a brother that be lurkin in the park
 I oughta be safe in a black neighborhood
 But someone's always up to no good
 Niggaz ain't never gonna make no progress
 Killin one another, but you know I guess
 I'm feelin thirsty, I'm goin to the store
 If anybody calls, I went to the store!

 ["Walkin down the, walkin down the, walkin down the block" -- Scarface]
 ["Walkin down the, walkin down the, walkin down the block"]

 Verse Three:

 Well it's quiet on the block tonight
 Everything is peaceful, I'm feelin alright
 Yo there go Dino, and little Jamar
 And yo that must be, a stolen car
 I think they see me, they puttin up the two
 fingers meaning peace, then check what they do
 Come pullin up in an eighty-three Deuce and
 Jump out the car and start producin
 Automatic handguns, both of them got one
 Some kid in the backseat sticks out a shotgun
 It can't be, but I guess it can
 That I know the kids in the black Sedan
 *gunshots fire*

 I oughta be safe in a black neighborhood...
 Why should I be scared of the dark?
 ["Say fuck it put a cap in a nigga" -- Scarface]
 ["This type of sh-shi-shit it happens eve-eve-everyday" -- Slick Rick]

 I oughta be safe in a black neighborhood (repeat 8X
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Language: English

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