Choque (feat. Holly-Hood)

You say you won’t hold back
The other guy says if he catches me on the street, he’ll mess me up (what?)
You must think I’m the softie from Sesame Street
I don’t care how many mouths your street feeds (fuck it)
Summer time in my hood, any street’s got snow (snow!)
I need some help, I wake up half the world
Wherever you are, you won’t escape even through the back door (yeah!)
I had a couple of bumps, they were pretty deep
But that’s just life, I’ve given and taken some hits, boy

You see the shop windows in the area
Probably at the same time I’m shopping in Rome
Here we spend what you call shopping on gum
To give to the kids and watch them hustle on the sloped streets
Bitch, I’m not falling for that, even if she’s got the goods
I’d rather be shooting (bang bang bang) than risk catching the HPV
My finances are basic, boy, the old man adds it up (plimm)
But even so, like stale bread, I’m so pure, boy
That I ask your dad
How can you be so dumb (fuck you)

You wanna be a rock star, son
You’ve got a shotgun, but you look like Sting singing Roxanne
Put your head in the shotgun, shotgun
You wanna be on top, man, but that’s just a plan
Just like Goose in Top Gun
Yeah, it was a big shock, a big shock

Boy, believe me, even without sleep, I dream big (ya)
That’s why it annoys them, they don’t know the slogan ["slow gun"] (fuck you)
You wanna make money from rap, you end up broke, man (uhh)
So do like your cash, and nigga save me (save me) (ahh)
Don’t come at me with judgments that your people preach
If you come from paradise, where not even the snake creeps
And I grew up with the crew, where your bitch rubs

Because you’re a bitch, nigga, not even your bitch denies it
Lines weigh heavy, motherfucker, and every day that passes
Niggas pray to see the day of my downfall
But success shows up just as I leave the house
With more ass than the talk of a noodle soup
I’m in the mix like the solvent (whip it)
And aside from a few, I’m only talking
To those who get offended
If life tells me, people just lie to me
I believe like a dealer who doesn’t consume, just sells

You wanna be a rock star, son
You’ve got a shotgun, but you look like Sting singing Roxanne
Put your head in the shotgun, shotgun
You wanna be on top, man, but that’s just a plan
Just like Goose in Top Gun
Yeah, it was a big shock, a big shock
Put your head in... Put your head in