Kurious - Jorge Of The Projects Lyrics
Tune in your sets(spark your cigarettes)You dont need cable tv(just a window to see) who, me?The kurious one in your backyard(monkey bars Im swingin on)(check it)[ verse 1 ]Okay, time period 5 b.c.5 years before money and crack was a priority(authority) figures loomin like dark skies(sittin in class, second hand movin clock wise)Patiently waitin for the bell to ring (ring)There it is, I gather my things(backpack over my shoulder, like a soldier I troop)Uptown, sportin a frown (cause youre wearin a corny suit)I metamorphasize from the shirt and ties(what else? ) laces in shoes aint fly (its a pack of lies)Hm - now thats more likelyPumas, mocknecks (and maybe like a pair of lees)Yeah, I feel fantasticSneak out the house cause mamas rules was mad drastic(boy, stay in the house, she says)Yo mom, no disrespectAnd jetted out the door, you know that I jet(real quick outside) so I could be amongYeah, my friends, how I miss bein youngJorge, jorge, jorge of the projects (repeated)[ verse 2 ]Fun years are over (and now here comes)A period of time, respect is measured in lump sumsOf money (drugs, thugs are cool)Word up, chumps get slung (kids droppin outta schoolGirls add fuel to the fire if youre a bum)Word up, bottomline is: (kid, youre gettin none)(no play at all) cause they want shirlingsFat bangle bracelets (the matching earrings)Brothers, they be fallin victim to the trickinThe life is finger lickin good (just like the chicken)Dont count em all (word up, until they hatch)The story sounds good (shit, but theres a catch)Jorge (jorge of the projects)Made the choice to gain material objects(pushin ac legends up the block)Stock is on the rise (from the flip of a rock)So he chills (in the fat-ass joint)Point fingers (favors linger in the mind)He got his (and you know I got mine)But for now its about that timeCheck it outJorge, jorge, jorge of the projects (repeated)[ verse 3 ]Humble, t-t-tumblin down (word up, the shit which allows)Someone to be a nice guy (kurious jorge)Tell ya straight, respect (to my mother) like no other(cause I love you to death)Trife (project life) yeah you might say thatMurder crimes and (drugs) man, theyre goin way backWhen (some by the pen straight out the ghetto)(expose the hate) but try to be a kind fellowStill mellow is the trait I choose to uphold(by means a peace died) . 45 (now hold)(go) aiyo, amp, spark the biff(come on, jorge, what you be meanin? ) dummy - the fat spliff(I guess times are great, so celebrate the celebration)Word up, vacation from the projects (cause the object is inflation)Of my bank book (which you dont have)Shut up, cause maybe some day (sure youll have a whole lot of money)(aiyo, honey, no need to change the topic)Word up, and jorgell be jorge (jorge of the projects)Jorge, jorge, jorge of the projects (repeated)
