Thump Chronicles Vol. 1 Songtext
von GoldLink

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, mm-hmm
Yeah, geez
(This sounds like Nyge) Yeah

I don′t do shit for the sport
Ridin' ′round, act like I'm broke, uh
Ridin' with some ack on a boat
Boy gotta swim or he broke, uh
I don′t do shit for the sport
Ridin′ 'round, act like I′m broke, uh
Ridin' with some ack on a boat
Boy gotta swim or he broke, uh


I was sixteen when I buss my case
When I start rappin′ had to hide my face
I was movin' packs right up out my place
Had to buss moves so I leave no trace
Niggas turn snitch, trust no bitch
Ain′t no love, I love sticks
Never show fear, but fuck all that
I was in the field with a shield and whole lotta deals
And whole lotta money, give no fuck about a rap

Niggas be thinkin' I'm rude, uh (rude)
Hit up my shooter to shoot
Tobacco is all in my zoot, uh
Keep me a knife in my boot, uh
Bitch thought she was cute, uh
Buss me a script by the pool
GoldLink my guy, you a fool

I don′t do shit for the sport
Ridin′ 'round, act like I′m broke, uh
Ridin' with some ack on a boat
Boy gotta swim or he broke, uh
I don′t do shit for the sport
Ridin' ′round, act like I'm broke, uh
Ridin' with some ack on a boat
Boy gotta swim or he broke, uh


Lil′ boy swim
Lil′ boy drown if that nigga ain't used to water
Crack, cocaine
Yeah, a young nigga try get it like Coach Carter
Dah-dah-dah, dah
They know Pressa, she need runnin′ down, John Connor
Fifteen shots like I'm Vince Carter
Told her partner, she from Dower

Campin′ out, camp for hours
C.D. look like C.N. Tower
Gotta grave and a flower
Young nigga, he came from powder
Got finesse, got drugs, novocaine and super sour
From the streets, nigga, bitch that nigga, he fooled that trial
I don't know ′bout your dawgs, but mine, they out to eat
See my niggas servin', crack, cocaine and dodgin' deets
Young nigga, white tee, dope boy, Forces, no crease
And the police use my jew-el-ry for evi-d-ence