Shout 2 the True Lyrics & Tabs by Above the Law
Shout 2 the True
guitar chords lyrics
Yo, yo, yo, yo, I wanna reminisce a little real on this one, man
You know, I wanna go way back, man
You know, so don't stop the tape
You know, I'mma kick something so everybody know what time it is, man
Now, here's a little story I have to tell
About three young niggas, you know so well
It started way back in history
With my main homie Koas and the homie KM.G
Yeah, we used to push big weight, on the north side of P-Town
So you don't have to question, if we really down
Check your nigga for his heart, if he's smart
See, he's broke down, go and kick it in the park after dark
Cause niggas be trying to short stop the work
But I'm, _Nobody move, Nobody get hurt_
We had to watch for the snitches, the bitches
Cause niggas be trying to short stop the work
But I'm, _Nobody move, Nobody get hurt_
We had to watch for the snitches, the bitches
The ones that sake them bitches from them feds when they smash through
Without a clue, that was scary
So we had to pack up the shack and we moved down the Moeberry
All the neighbors who are know on ya
And all I can remember is Grace saying: Baby, I'mma pray for ya
It was dooming big trouble, speedy local too
We took turns when the real money came through
And if the Po-Po rush anyway
They be thinking all the way, they're fucking Cali 'fore they find yay
We make the killing at summer
Cause back then, the police was more dumber
Yeah, Young black niggas, no job, no schooling
Yeah, straight cluck, we was ruling
I mean from Ghosttown to Cin-town, all the way to the Islands
Coming through cause violence
I served any mothafucker being Blood or Crip
We be the last mothafuckers that was known to slip
Or trip up, and I'mma help you meet your Maker
That's how it is, when I'm chasing that paper, for real
I'mma keep hustling 'til the day I die
Cause see, the Rap game and Pimp game is all the same
So put your hands in the air, if you feel what I'm going through
Then let me know to keep it true
Ugh, now see, I'mma keep hustling 'til the day I die
Cause see, the Rap game and Pimp game is all the same
So put your hands in the air, if you feel what I'm going through
And let me know, to keep it true, ugh
See, I can propose a toast to the illest Pimp gang in the motherfucking town
And my lawer standing ground
Vitals running through my mind, thinking about the time
When I was like strolling, One Time patrolling the hood
My knuckle Koas had a little-Old-Spot
With a gang of rocks, and a fat-Ass-Knot
Yeah, we're pushing down the block with dubs and tools
Went to the little spot to scoop my nigga Daddy Cool
Trigger nigga, the one that keeps the Ese's loco
The one with the rough, rugged, platinum vocals
He said: he loved how we're doing it, right?
Busters, mad-dogging what that Clinic like
But anyway, put some chemicals all up in the air
And call this whore, that wants to do your fucking hair
7-up's got a lick, and we need to be lovely
A smooth little taking from them fools of raw making
They gave it up, like a groupie
No Gun play by K-Cavy flosses, and case of Tanqueray
Shoot back to the crib with the straps
Then hook up at the shack with them Bel-l-rats
Ugh, yeah, I'mma keep hustling 'til the day I die
Cause see, the Rap game and Pimp game is all the same
So put your hands in the air, if you feel what I'm going through
And let us know to keep it true
Ugh, now see, I'mma keep hustling 'til the day I die
Cause see, the Rap game and Pimp game is all the same
So put your hands in the air, if you feel what I'm going through
And let us know, to keep it true
Ugh, yeah, ugh, Pimp Clinic represents to the. ugh fullest
Yeah, ugh, yeah, ninety twist-style, ninety twist-style
We're flipping ki's, you know what I'm saying?
Hah, yeah, ugh, yeah, it's all the same
