Testo Harsh Ave - Stalley
Testo della canzone Harsh Ave (Stalley), tratta dall'album Know More (The Best of Stalley)
You already know what time it is
It's your man DJ Step Floss, A.K.A The Prince of Cleveland
I'm here with my brother DJ Bandcamp
You know he represents Cincinnati so well
Ohio against the world
And with that being said, let's take a trip to Massillon
Y'all know what it is
Stalley, talk to 'em
I'm from where the wretched souls mingle
Dopehouse jumpin', junkies fightin' for a single
Cops always rollin' up 'cause ounces we be rollin' up
Shootin' dice with choppers tucked
Jake niggas we be holdin' up
Right in front that green canister, underneath housin' cameras
'Fore we was famished, never mind who's watchin' us
Careless with our actions, Yorkview apartment packed in
I would spit writin', then out to hustle it off
Supply it two ways, hard or soft
For my options when I hit the strip
Different types of fiends out here
They all need a fix, the uppers and the downers
The haters all around us
I feel 'em when they come to me to
Drown out attention from these cowards
Between dirt roads and fields of flowers, I sit and dream for hours
Same mind state as Desmond Tutu
Got a couple screws loose, saw 'em ridin' bad tires
Still haulin' ass, Hall & Oates on blast
Easter pink in a flask
Midwest nigga, ask about how we conduct ish
Chevy fully dressed with the black lips
MAC spit, if they run, make 'em backflip
We thrive off the classics, so be careful down my memory lane
A lot of memories stain the cement of the Southeast side
Until rain falls and push it all to the side
Word to mom, won't let my memories die
Miltown, I'm down to ride, as I introduce myself one last time
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Writer(s): David Anthony Willis, Kyle Myricks
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