笨小笨Ghetto Angels歌词由Franklyn&Marie Dahlstrom演唱，出自专辑《Ghetto Angels》，下面是《Ghetto Angels》完整版歌词！
Ghetto Angels歌词完整版
I just make hits and anthems
Swear I've been jooging for time
Tryna hit a lick for the mandem
And no, they don't want us to fly
So they got us on wings and landings
Literally wasting our time, taking our lives
And these ghetto tears they could form an ocean Dreaming of better days, without feds and jakes And of getting paid without selling weight Sending prayers to our fallen soldiers
Pray they're in better places
No more mourning, just celebration
With Ghetto Angels all serenading
Ghetto angels all serenading
Congregating at heaven's gates
Like the cherubs mentioned in Revelations
Where we're from it weren't ever safe, there was death and pain
And it was devastating
Plus the feds were placing my friends in stations
All we wanted was elevation
Turning lemons into lemonade
Blowing lemon haze for that medication
Our bredrins in cemeteries
We pour Hennessy to commemorate them
And right now, the ends are changing
Just know we got memories that can't get erased by some renovation From knock down ginger for entertainment
And doing kick ups with balls
To stick ups and fraud
Having to dip from the law
Cold nights spent on pavements
Setting pace without hesitation
Breddas slain from them weapons raising
It gets deflating
I spend my days in just...
Writing these hits and anthems
Swear I've been jooging for time
Tryna hit a lick for the mandem
And no, they don't want us to fly
So they got us on wings and landings Literally wasting our time, taking our lives
And these ghetto tears they could form an ocean Dreaming of better days, without feds and jakes And of getting paid without selling weight Sending prayers to our fallen soldiers
Pray they're in better places
No more mourning, just celebration With Ghetto Angels all serenading
Hood jiggas with halos
We all gon' make it, I pray so
Had to hit 'em with the mase flow
But this one isn't for the radio
It's for the mandem from the block like J-Lo
Out here jooging for the pesos
For the chedda for the queso
Still ain't tryna catch a case tho
That's why we gotta dip from the plain clothes
Why we out here zipping from police
Really, all I'm wishing for is peace
We been chasing figures since our teens
I remember being in year 8, on the staircase, bare bait Rocking kickers on our feet
For dinner, we'd be nibbling on sweets
But the ghetto made our innocence deplete
And so this isn't just some lyrics on a beat
This one is specific for the streets
This is for my bruddas in the bing on the wing
I'm just praying that they give 'em their release
Yeah, this is for the trill and the deceased
We just wanna breathe, man
The grief got us tired of the drillings 'n the beef
Saying
"Please don't take us too early
Pray we make it to 30"
I just make hits and anthems
Swear I've been jooging for time
Tryna hit a lick for the mandem
And no, they don't want us to fly
So they got us on wings and landings
Literally wasting our time, taking our lives
And these ghetto tears they could form an ocean Dreaming of better days, without feds and jakes And of getting paid without selling weight
Sending prayers to our fallen soldiers Pray they're in better places
No more mourning, just celebration With Ghetto Angels all serenading
