m.e.d - cant hold on (prod. by madlib) | Текст песни

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• cant hold on (prod. by madlib)

[Intro]
What up ?
Rock, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, okay
We gon' do one like this y'all
Uh, Listen up

[Verse 1: MED]
We was young niggas off liquor in the street lights
Dice games, and street names, everybody tight !
House parties get the mic and tell the DJ
Pull them hoes in a High school hall ways
And won't fade like niggas blaze, stress all day
I'm talking Kane, KRS, Cube
Flavor Flave, Slick Rick, gold chains
Before Escalades were two ways, the time a dollar was two [?]
We got a little older, search for new things
Some turned out effortly to deal us some join gangs
Friends and enemies, remain us to face
Spit liquor for all my people who's now graves
Homies and cages, traps in a way for ages
Rap kept me on this track for fadin'
To my niggas on these blocks that's hot or not
These memories of time is all you've got
Ain't nothing like Memory Lane, but in my head I ear my Mom that said

[Sample : Bobby Caldwell]
And how many times will I told you ?
You can't hang on to the past

[Verse 2: MED]
I remember, days of kool aid stains on the shirt
The youngs squirts, one of the preacher looking up skirts
The [?]
(Damn where's my own work ?)
For first hustling [?]
[?]
Different color of Reeboks, stripe socks
Mama [?]
Everybody [?] miss Hip-hop
Still liquor on these block [?]
Sometimes these memories is all you've got
Ain't nothing like Memory Lane, but in my head ear my Mom that said

[Sample : Bobby Caldwell]
And how many times will I told you ?
You can't hang on to the past