Testo A Bronx Tale - Troy Ave
Testo della canzone A Bronx Tale (Troy Ave), tratta dall'album Major Without a Deal
Gotta change the name to protect the rights of the innocent
I have to go in law and order (B.S.P. Records, Power Base 305, '87)
Hundred hundreds in my pocket, keep it G
All day, every day, real life, this is me
Got the streets on lock, you ain't blind, you can see
Dope boy, Troy Ave and the Kid Capri
She said that she don't want me 'cause
I'm just another dealer (unh-uh, unh-uh)
Heard some niggas over talkin' and they
Said I was a killer (that ain't true, mama)
Plus she know I come from Brooklyn and she way up in the Bronx (howdy)
I said "baby, fuck you mean, I ride foreign, what you want?" (ah-hah!)
Ayo, I met her in Astoria, stage name Gloria
Smooth skin, tan like a vacay in Florida
She don't wanna dance, she just tryna bring her daughter up
I went in my pants, couple bands, that's for all of ya
Bitches with ambition, hisses in the kitchen
Him being me, dark skin, jewels glisten
Bright, and baby, this your lucky night
Fuck with the kid, roll with me like a pair of dice
Trips, see low clouds on the plane
So fly, so high, take a hit of Mary Jane
This a PJ, just came from VA
Hampton University, 7 plus 3K
That's a dime, you a dime, I shine, you can shine
Them other niggas want yours, I just want you to be mine
You sip birthday cake wine, I'm a part of that
I can show you where love and the dollars at (howdy)
She said that she don't want me 'cause
I'm just another dealer (unh-uh, unh-uh)
Heard some niggas over talkin' and they
Said I was a killer (that ain't true, mama)
Plus she know I come from Brooklyn and she way up in the Bronx (howdy)
I said "baby, fuck you mean, I ride foreign, what you want?" (ah-hah!)
Party done, more fun, still kickin' game
It's really just extra, she already know the name
Spoke my piece, out the door, capiche
Hit the alarm, doors open, nah, I don't lease
Paid in full, new Benz, baby, fuck your friends
Them hoes'll leave you if they could get with me, and
I don't really want people in my business
Whether streets or the sheets, that's how you get a sentence
I'ma give you time, be careful how you spend it
Whole lotta commas, I base run, no Penny
Batter up, little bitch bad as fuck
You made a good choice, let me snatch her up
They say one loyal girl is hard to find
So when you get her, keep her with it to the top you climb
Rocky road, rock and roll, heavy metal for frown
And she a down one, step up and try it (motherfuckers)
She said that she don't want me 'cause
I'm just another dealer (unh-uh, unh-uh)
Heard some niggas over talkin' and they
Said I was a killer (that ain't true, mama)
Plus she know I come from Brooklyn and she way up in the Bronx (howdy)
I said "baby, fuck you mean, I ride foreign, what you want?" (ah-hah!)
I mean, shit, but you know how that go
Don't nothin' really last forever
When the way you livin' is killin' 'em
Best believe it's all gon' come to an end
I tell it like this: all I got is a
Lot of money and a little bit of time
You gon' take it, or you gon' leave it for the next bitch?
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Writer(s): Troy Ave
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