Testo Gold Herringbone (Album Version - Mann
Testo della canzone Gold Herringbone (Album Version (Mann), tratta dall'album Mann's World
Gold Herringbone
And this is the first thing I buy with my check
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
West, West
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Dejon Sharief Timbs is the name my mama gave me
A Cedar Side, Nyborn, Inglewood baby
A lot of y'all wouldn't be into the game
The same time DJ Quick-Drop Quik is the name
The year was '91, I don't remember much then
But I was always with my auntie and my little cousin
See, my auntie was a Blood, my uncle was in jail
My daddy wasn't there and my mama didn't hear
So I spent most of my hours with her
And would listen to that G shit when I was with her
Suga Free, Quik, Snoop, 40, $hort, Dre, Pac
West Coast ladies, I had to be one, straight drop
You know this is me and the West L.A. rep
Birthday gang, you should join my set
Not a Blood or a Crip, just clockin' my grip
And I put that on the gold herringbone on my neck
One, two, three, four
Reppin' for Fly Nigga, we all across the globe
Not a Blood or a Crip, just clockin' my grip
And I put that on the gold herringbone on my neck
One, two, three, four
Welcome to Man's World, leave them suckers at the door
Not a Blood or a Crip, just clockin' my grip
And I put that on the gold herringbone on my neck
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
West, West
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Picked up the pen at fourteen
Created real magic, no mirrors or smoke screens
I was too little to play on those teams
There was a big difference from me and most teens
Into adult things and I started becoming
Infatuated with money, women, and clothing
They said, "Man, you'll never make it, not in your dreams"
Now I'm on and they stuck in L.A. with no cheese
Shout out Proceed to give you what you need
I'm here for the long term, you're stuck with me
Oh no, I ain't leaving no time soon
Man, I just moved in, new home is your iTunes
You know this is me and the West L.A. rep
Birthday gang, you should join my set
Not a Blood or a Crip, just clockin' my grip
And I put that on the gold herringbone on my neck
One, two, three, four
Reppin' for Fly Nigga, we all across the globe
Not a Blood or a Crip, just clockin' my grip
And I put that on the gold herringbone on my neck
One, two, three, four
Welcome to Man's World, leave them suckers at the door
Not a Blood or a Crip, just clockin' my grip
And I put that on the gold herringbone on my neck
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
West, West
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
For every young boy who grew up in the urban community
Shit, a gold chain meant the world to us, man
When I got my check, first thing I bought
Was this gold herringbone around my neck
Man's World, West L.A
West L.A., West L.A
Birthday gang
West L.A
You know this is me and the West L.A. rep
Birthday gang, you should join my set
Not a Blood or a Crip, just clockin' my grip
And I put that on the gold herringbone on my neck
Credits
Writer(s): Leon Haywood, Jonathan Rotem, Richie Supa
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