Cesar Chavez
02-23-2007, 03:01 PM
Nowadays mufcukers think I don’t got it//
Like I lost it, like I forgot it//
I feel like Dre with the Chronic//
They forgot I use to be the one that called it//
The shots, the liquor, the run for cops//
Pockets filled, the hunger for more never stops//
But now I make legal money they lost sight//
I done lost nothing, I still got my pride//
You can still find me on the streets at night//
Still with the bottle of Bacardi lime, riiiiiiigggggghhhhhttttt//
Still with my dude riff raff, AK and Con//
From The Hague to Roffa, I can’t do no wrong//
But I got a futuristic view and that goes together with a different kind of income//
So hush up and don’t act all sour//
They are now hiring me for 100 euro an hour//
Can triple that within 3 years, so who got the last laugh?//
Lost it? Hell, the streets still show me love//
I am still there, still wondering the streets//
Still shaking hands, still showing peace//
Still showing love to my ctew, we are well known//
And where are you? Serving meals in the mental home//
I came from a deep pit and climb to the highest mountain//
The gutter days, drinking heavy liquor like a fountain//
I still got it, never lost it and never will//
Its still Cap C, the crazy one, the mentally ill//
And for the dude that’s been caught in Brasil//
Fuck you pay me, that’s for sending the cops on me//
You are lucky cause you were definitely not done with me//
I am still here, still with both my feet on the ground//
I will call you off when you go out of bound//
I still can’t stand people that pretend//
You think I lost it? I slap you with my backhand//
I fear nothing, never have and never will be//
I was the only one who came close to kill me//
And that aint no fairytale, I got the scars to prove it//
8 stitches bitch, shut yo mouth you aint doing shit//
Fucking faggots!
Like I lost it, like I forgot it//
I feel like Dre with the Chronic//
They forgot I use to be the one that called it//
The shots, the liquor, the run for cops//
Pockets filled, the hunger for more never stops//
But now I make legal money they lost sight//
I done lost nothing, I still got my pride//
You can still find me on the streets at night//
Still with the bottle of Bacardi lime, riiiiiiigggggghhhhhttttt//
Still with my dude riff raff, AK and Con//
From The Hague to Roffa, I can’t do no wrong//
But I got a futuristic view and that goes together with a different kind of income//
So hush up and don’t act all sour//
They are now hiring me for 100 euro an hour//
Can triple that within 3 years, so who got the last laugh?//
Lost it? Hell, the streets still show me love//
I am still there, still wondering the streets//
Still shaking hands, still showing peace//
Still showing love to my ctew, we are well known//
And where are you? Serving meals in the mental home//
I came from a deep pit and climb to the highest mountain//
The gutter days, drinking heavy liquor like a fountain//
I still got it, never lost it and never will//
Its still Cap C, the crazy one, the mentally ill//
And for the dude that’s been caught in Brasil//
Fuck you pay me, that’s for sending the cops on me//
You are lucky cause you were definitely not done with me//
I am still here, still with both my feet on the ground//
I will call you off when you go out of bound//
I still can’t stand people that pretend//
You think I lost it? I slap you with my backhand//
I fear nothing, never have and never will be//
I was the only one who came close to kill me//
And that aint no fairytale, I got the scars to prove it//
8 stitches bitch, shut yo mouth you aint doing shit//
Fucking faggots!