Kidd Kidd - Mr. Rogers Lyrics
(Intro)Ladies and gentlemen, let's put our hands together for the astonishment(Verse)Mane, I miss May ZaneBring on my deals and can em bizz badWhere you don't have to be a baller but a shaved craeAnd you don't have to be a star to see niggas put you in the gameTry not to give stack, you're pitchin' like a quarterbackWhen people come, you betta be prepared to run a four flagLove the trap, Katrina washed away all thatI love to see the day we get it all back(Hook: The Fifth Dimension - Ashes To Ashes)(They're tearing down the street where I grew up)And Mr. Rogers never came to my hood(They're tearing down the street where I grew up)Ah, ah, ah, I'm just revivin' my hood(They're tearing down the street where I grew up)Oh, oh-no, not in my hood(They're tearing down the street where I grew up)You, you couldn't survive in my hood(Verse 2)Mind from K-Ville, KE choppa timeMake like a tree and leave, or get chopped downEvery corner is a stop sign, stop nowOr get turned outSee, these chuns go and scope shit, ye think they gettin' turned down!You from where I'm from, then turn this stuff loudAin't a Katrina song, old sad sing-alongThis that cold world shit, keep a heater in your homeYou ain't gotta be from Saint Lou to get your evil onFirst you dance that eagle out then you start to squeeze a homeT-Shirt (what they sayn?) rest in peace onAnd on the back they sayn bring my people homeMan(Hook: The Fifth Dimension - Ashes To Ashes)(They're tearing down the street where I grew up)And Mr. Rogers never came to my hood(They're tearing down the street where I grew up)Ah, ah, ah, I'm just revivin' my hood(They're tearing down the street where I grew up)Oh, oh-no, not in my hood(They're tearing down the street where I grew up)You, you couldn't survive in my hood(Verse 3)Man, I'm a straight street nigga, you can't tell?You don't hear my tales of all my niggas up in jail?Man, I'm tired of seeing all my people get killedThey tearin' down the hood but ain't talkin' rebuildIt's like no matter how much we try, we failNo matter how much I came up, I failedIt's all about givin' up, we give it all we gotBut feel like we don't give enoughYou ain't a reallionaire just because you ain't real enoughOh, you a hot head? I just might take your temperature*****, I'm from where they go 'click-clack' and give it upGet 'em back, don't rat and yes, we trustWhere I grew up(Hook: The Fifth Dimension - Ashes To Ashes)(They're tearing down the street where I grew up)And Mr. Rogers never came to my hood(They're tearing down the street where I grew up)Ah, ah, ah, I'm just revivin' my hood(They're tearing down the street where I grew up)Oh, oh-no, not in my hood(They're tearing down the street where I grew up)You, you couldn't survive in my hood
