[Intro: J Holiday]
This is for the love, Yeah
This is for the love, Yeah
This is for the love, Yeah
[Verse 1: J Holiday]
Bust it down, roll it up
Light a spark, take a puff
Ladies hey, I’m in love
I just can’t get enaugh
It’s a bird, it’s a plane
No, it’s Mary Jane
Like la-la-la-la la-la-la
Got my eyes blured shadow raid
And I just don’t fight
Got a puff-puff-puff-puff [?] just to get inspired
Gotta ease this pain that I feel inside
Like why are we so scared to fight
[Bridge: J Holiday]
N****s pissing in the highway
Hustle on the block hard ey
Chicks on the pole
N****s living pole
Working 9 to 5 for no pay
Than they wanna ask why
Why a n***a wanna get high
Better fed by the knowledge of the n***a
Say I can’t Lie
[Hook: J Holiday]
Little ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto streets
What you gonna do when you grow up
And you got to face reality?
Little ghetto girl
Playing in the ghetto streets
What you gonna do when you grow up
And you got to face reality?
Ye-ye-yeaaah!
[Verse 2: J Holiday]
Bust it down, roll it out
Light a spark, take a puff
My heat don’t work and I
Can’t even get my car to start up
My baby momma, she calling
My little girl, she crying
I gotta get the paper
‘Cuz if I don’t the [?] gonna hawk ‘em
I gotta get it, I gotta get it
I gotta get it, I’m focused
F**k the pain’s still there
So I’m gonna keep smocking
You can say what you want
I gotta do what I feel
This pain in my heart is so unreal
[Bridge: J Holiday]
N****s pissing in the highway
Hustle on the block hard ey
Chicks on the pole
N****s living pole
Working 9 to 5 for no pay
Than they wanna ask why
Why a n***a wanna get high
Better fed by the knowledge of the n***a
Say I can’t Lie
[Hook: J Holiday]
Little ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto streets
What you gonna do when you grow up
And you got to face reality?
Little ghetto girl
Playing in the ghetto streets
What you gonna do when you grow up
And you got to face reality?
Ye-ye-yeaaah!
[Verse 3: Black Cobain]
Bust it down, roll it out
Light a spark, take a puff
Married day, know I care
Get enaugh, real love
Cold hearts in these ghetto streets
F**k police, there is no peace
For my n***o, my condoleance
Just another ghetto casualty
Justice, where’s that?
Lucky new, that attack
Why you think shorty write rhymes
Why you think youngn’s sell crack
Where the politicians, where they at?
Why the project’s all black?
Why they killed my n***a C-Bad?
Why they do my n***a like that?
I’m so stoned, I need a drink
I need a pray, oh my God!
How they ‘posed to put food on the table
When they even can’t find jobs?
Baby mothers like sixteens
Never get the chance to chase dreams
Probably learn how to do here
She ain’t never going nowhere
See ‘em scheming, buy some clothes
For the brand that you n****s can’t toast
Watch the rappers doing it real big
Why you think they wanna do it big?
Sell crack than they gotta do it big
What’s real, this is life
This pain, this hope, hope to get caught up in the lights!
[Hook: J Holiday]
Little ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto streets
What you gonna do when you grow up
And you got to face reality?
Little ghetto girl
Playing in the ghetto streets
What you gonna do when you grow up
And you got to face reality?
Ye-ye-yeaaah!
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