Lookin to the Sky-C-Block

歌手 : C-Block

专辑 : General Population

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:57

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TXT Lookin to the Sky-C-Block 文本歌词

Lookin to the Sky - C-Block

I'm looking to the sky

Looking to the sky

I'm looking to the sky

Looking to the sky

I'm looking to the sky

Looking to the sky

I'm looking to the sky

Looking to the sky

CBK sliding with the gangsta lead

I'm jonzin for the mic so call me Rap friend

I'm clean like a new coupe

Sitting on chrome so either drop bomb Rap on

So take your punk a** back home

Cause shady Rap's like a raggady car

It ain't up to par you can't ride too far

Now R E D is dropping real as can be

And I'm only loving God and my block family

I'm coming off in the 9 series

So sucka's wanna hear me the layed back track's

One time so they can fear me C B K

On the tone of another level I'm digging

Deep in the dirt so I bring my shavel

Cause I'm setting then up when I kick my stuff

Buffed up lyric's on the top of the charts

They make me bust not enough funky stuff

In the cut I want my piece

Make them slide to the east

As the pain decease

My pain is steady running through my brain

While the evils of this world keep calling out my name

Now I'm down on my knees

As a tear drops my eye

For the homie's who ain't living

As I look to the sky

I'm looking to the sky

Looking to the sky

I'm looking to the sky

Looking to the sky

I'm looking to the sky

Looking to the sky

I'm looking to the sky

Looking to the sky

I'm C-Blockink chin checking

Fake nucka wreckin cus Reds on top

So picture me in that direction rolling

Foldin G's now my pockets swollen

If the sun catch you creeping

On my back door I'm holding

I'm handlin my bid-ness did my time now

I'm in this Rap game like a burnin flame

Won't stop til I win this you can call me lucky

Dem b**ches tried to buck me

Livin life on a wire till the power struck me

Break it down now as I funk shot up

Mr P strivin hard to make you shake your rump

Bust the mode we check down low we give control

The Hip Hop the Hop Hip's the Hit's and the soul

Yo So check out the flavor

That I gotta release check the heat

From the beats that come of the street

Now you know that we come from a distance

Now we locked and now we coped

And now we twisted

My pain is steady running through my brain

While the evils of this world keep calling out my name

Now I'm down on my knees

As a tear drops my eye

For the homie's who ain't living

As I look to the sky

I'm looking to the sky

Looking to the sky

I'm looking to the sky

Looking to the sky

I'm looking to the sky

Looking to the sky

I'm looking to the sky

Looking to the sky

My pain is steady running through my brain

While the evils of this world keep calling out my name

Now I'm down on my knees

As a tear drops my eye

For the homie's who ain't living

As I look to the sky

I'm looking to the sky

Looking to the sky

I'm looking to the sky

Looking to the sky

I'm looking to the sky

Looking to the sky

I'm looking to the sky

Looking to the sky