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A Song For The Suburbanite Parents.
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Joliet's Favorite BarStar. Known to frequent dive bars and suburban dance clubs alike. Known to hit the late night drive-thrus, polo clad.
I have been rapping since I was 12 years old. I am white. I like to drink alcoholic beverages and derive stories from said consumption. I am a hater.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
Charts
Peak #8,122
Peak in subgenre #588
Author
KMC
Rights
Major Player Records. Harlow World Studios. 2004
Uploaded
May 22, 2004
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MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Well I've have some friends out in the burbs that have some parents that think less of me.
Lyrics
Gunnin' Ride with a cracka through fortunate mistfortunes , out on the block with a loaded glock committin some torts and , I know we can't be friends anymore , but if u dun wanna see me again . put the first borns blood on the door , cause I'll pass like a theif in the night , and prove mom and pop right The shrapnel misses its target if you don't want drama then why do u spark it I got more drama than any of your movie channels murder you're ass as you pass in your pajama flannels leave a stain or two dropped a refrain or two fuckin cut a vein or two yeah I'm feelin the pain there too when I come to your nook they view me as a crook shit I say almost on a basis of each day plays like a earthquake cause it makes you shake , ur shook the fuck did I ever do wrong in my life want a few things only outside entities can bring home car kids and possibly a wife you can't give me it so open up your purse and up with the watch time to give me it Only out for what some may doubt is rightfully mine even when they dunno what this war is about can't stand when another man wants to take all that I make from my own hand keep your intentions off my inventions pull a raid and fuck up your trade harlow avenue sanctions got my boy Burnz rydin shot gun got a whole trunk full of machine gun funk its all you can eat take you off your feet I know you don't want none they teach me to the children like dare lived a life that sometimes was the product of strife but formulated a philosophy that enabled me the ability not to care searching for God to supply me a nod but beyond the comercials and neon there ain't much there Out for what I feel I'm owed on the grounds in towns that the war was sowed want me to pay you reperations motherfucker you're the one with broken relations have to stick where you're slick cause when you come where we hit motherfuckers call us sick cause we caught the Epidemic not Zarate but enough fire power to devour the collar of your Versaci then who is going to the dry cleaners KMC and the social club around me since 1998 fuckin up kids whole demeanors did you see me down on Ingalls Ave pocket of lint and debts that are spent but enough to put up a fight that's rough storm the brook like the sands of Normady but out on the E that shit's just a norm to me
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