Outta State(Explicit) - Akinyele

作词 : Barrett Strong/Norman Whitfield
作曲 : Barrett Strong/Norman Whitfield
Yeah.. yeah.. everything's real!
Chorus: Akinyele
I got all my life to live and
I got so much love to give
But I gotta survive, and make papes outta state
I'm ready to make papes outta state, man
I got all my life to live and
I got so much love to give
But I gotta survive, and make papes outta state
I'm ready to make papes outta state [Akinyele]
Ak to the
Nel to the
LE, I'm tryin hard as hell to pick my future before my future picks me
Twenty-one years of
AGE, not with minimum
WAGE Don't ever seem like
I'ma get paid rhymin on the
STAGE College,
I always dreamt of tryin it; the only problem here
I don't seem to meet financial aid requirements
Locked writin rhymes in the crib -- when would
I get out?
Seems like
I'm pushin yo a hip-hop bid
At home the vibes don't feel right
My parents keep lookin at me as if
I'm some type of parasite
My moms seperated from her spouse
The oldest of two kids, it's my job to play man of the house
That means gettin off my
ASS, makin immediate
CASH That broke ****, save it for an orthopedic
CAST I get road maps, learned the interstate
**** I'm headed out state to make papes; man
Chorus [Akinyele]
I'm ready to get up on a scam trip
The I-95 outta state to make the damn loot flip!
First I need a crackhead with a credit card
So he can head uptown and purchase me a rented car
Just make sure that it's black
And take off the rearview mirrors cause it ain't no lookin back
I'm goin one deep, in the driver's seat
Throwin the vegetarian book cause
I'm ready for beef
I got a three-hundred and fifty-seven, faren-degrees-heit of
HEAT, better known as a burner on the
STREET Cool,
I got the keys to the
CAR Accelerate on the gas, and have the rubber burn up on the
TAR, I'm out to get money real
FAR I hear my moms voice, {singing} "I'm wishin on a star!!"
But I got to go far ma! {sing} "But I could wonder where you are!"
On the streets just
DELIVERIN, packages so
I can just relax and get some type of
LIVIN Think that it is when it
ISN'T Easy to see a family, suffer from povery, as bein
GIVEN Man, like heck, and when
I get back
I'ma rip up them welfare checks
I got a new nine to five mom, so don't wait up late
My job's located outta state
Chorus [Akinyele]
I reached my destiny and my goal
I done flashed right past the dumb-ass highway patrol
If everything goes well
I'm in it to win it
I'm tryin to find a hotel so
I can rest up for a minute
A round of crackheads gonna show me -- neighborhood clowns fear me up and down cause they really don't know me
But all my hits,
I see them scopin out the clip
They wanna get open,
I can let **** rip!
Whatever is broke got to be fixed, twenty dimes and nicks
Step into my house made of bricks
My man gave me work, home on credit
You think that
I'm comin back?
Tch, black he can forget it
Cause I got moves to
BAKE, no time to be
FAKE Bad enough gotta watch out for a
SNAKE called
JAKE Money nonstop, kept in the hush
At twelve o'clock,
I'ma catch, huh, the midnight bus
And watch the dough flow like water
I'm not Taco
Bell but hell
I'ma make a run for the border
I feel odd, like a extraterrestrial left alone
A calling card number, so
I could phone home to let my people know my mission went great on my great escape to outta state
Rest in peace to my little brother
Donnie Boy
Rest in peace to my man
Rakim Rest in peace to my man, named
Understanding
Rest in peace, umm, to
Atiba Rest in peace to my man
Wilson from
Exena Street
Rest in peace, to all my other peeps
Also rest in peace, to my man
T-Bone You know
I ain't forget you
Yeah yeah, and
I'm.. and
I'm.. and
I'm.. and
I'm.. and
I'm OUT!! *echoes*