Cigareta (Explicit)歌词-Valid&Philmore Greene&Jon Connor

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Cigareta

[Valid

let’s take it back, couple generations ago

well before the socials and the cellular phones

I was just a little fella watching wrestling shows

when the elders got together all I smell is the smoke

a big grey cloud above the dinner table

Turkish coffee and boxes with the different labels

It was Marlboro, Winston, Virginia slim (right)

and if you got the gossip better fill them in (right)

see They didn’t need a reason to meet and just gather

And these immigrants smoked like the meat on the platter

Oh yeah, my peoples puffed a lot of cigs

They got drunk played cards and talked politics

some were for the king, Some were Pro-American

Some were democratic while others were pseudo-communists

Yugoslavians, Regardless who you riding with

This was the life every kid from the Balkan lived

The past, I don’t claim was better or worse

I’m at the cemetery, grab a cigarette for those who passed

I stick its head in the dirt

light the tip and reminisce as I’m letting it burn (my baby)

Let it burn let it burn

If you lived through this era and watched the world turn (yeah)

Neka gori neka gori

This my generation and our motha’ fuckin story (what up)

[Jon Connor

Sitting in my room consumed watching cartoons

My sister pushing the broom bad mood telling me to move

Moms watching the evening news while cooking watching the food

It’s the nineties I got a Eastbay book trying to find shoes

cigarette smoke from my great uncles they talking hella shit

Black & Milds, Salems, and Newport’s, they inhaling it

While talking about how the presidents irrelevant

how he don’t represent a reflection of the section that we resting in

Take another pull as he sitting on the stool

Ghetto philosopher saying we all gon’ play the fool

While kickball and seven up is what we played in school

Like who don’ change the rules arguing about who don’ made us lose

It was simple times we was simple minds ready to grow up

Making beat son the lunch table freestyling ready to blow up

I remember living life free as a bird with no cares

My memory so vivid I still smell the smoke in the air for real

Let it burn let it burn

If you lived through this era and watched the world turn (yeah)

Neka gori neka gori

This my generation and our motha’ fuckin story (what up)

[Philmore Greene

Pardon me as I blow a smoke

reflecting on the time granny would send me to the store

Winston Lights short never the tops to roll

And keep ‘em cold, with 2 RC’s for her to Pour

I stumbled across a lossy in the ash tray Grabbed it

concealed it with matches & hit the back way

Grabbed it and sparked it without caution

Chest burning, eyes is watery, had me coughing

This shit is awful but it looked cool

If granny catch me puffin this square then I’m cooked food Look fool

showing my cousin how to hold it

We ain’t notice, the window was open she heard us chokin’

The floor shaking I heard house shoes

When was mad she could walk and make the house move

She caught us clean and saw the ashes Smelt fingertips then proceeded to kick asses