palmdale þarký sözü

just like bums
we used to stay
in the slums of la
by the way
gang-bangers
killin´ each other for rep
sellin´ rock cocaine
on my doorstep
had a ball to bounce
plus a bike to ride
but my mamma never
would let me play outside
but when i got
enrolled in elementary school
started bangin´ like a f---in´ fool
so cool, throwin´ up
gang signs to the gangster
shot an enemy
from across the street
mamma came home
said she got a good job
daddy did too
now they don´t squab
financially
we improvin´ two months later
son, we movin´
no more duckin´
from shotgun shells
bought a two-story house
in east palmdale
(give it to me now)
palmdale
come back to me
i need you and
i love you, baby
palmdale
come back to me
(check it out
check it out
check it out)

no more rats and
no more roaches
livin´ next door
to football coaches
now i got a new place
to sell me crack
now i got little
white kids to jack
i stopped wearin´ blue
wasn´t trippin´ on red
too busy squabbin´
with the skinheads
stupid questions
distract the class
rubbin´ little white girls
on the as-
i didn´t really care
if i passed or failed
i knew i was headed
for the nfl
until the playoff game
shoulder got hurt
i thought about my future
layin´ in the dirt
i can´t jump
i can´t flinch superstar player
ridin´ the bench
graduate from school?
don´t make me laugh
i got an f+ in basic math
(give it to me now)

palmdale
(hell, yeah)
come back to me
i gotta do one song
for my neighborhood
bucoc
palmdale
come back to me
(check it out)

i knew
i couldn´t make it
in the white man´s world
so i bought me some
khakis and a geri curl
i knew
i couldn´t make it
to the nfl
so i went to east palmdale
and started slingin´ yell
fo´ sho´
i was makin´ crazy dough
shoulda dropped outta school
a long time ago
bought a cell phone
like a nut
now i deliver like pizza hut
i drunk whisky and bacardi
i sold dope to anybody
me and my homies
sold dubs and dimes
took turns bustin´ rhymes
just to pass the time
a white man
drove up to my spot
he said, "hey, homeboy
what you got?"
i put a fat rock
inside his hand
about 25 sheriffs
jumped out the van
("get down, punk")

palmdale
(hell, yeah)
come back to me
i need you and
i love you, baby
palmdale
come back to me
(check it out
check it out
check it out)

can´t get drunk
can´t get blunted
la county, 95 hundred
crips wanna
take my all-stars
bloods wanna eat
my snicker bars
them peckerwoods
don´t want none
but the mexican´s
straight own one
them essays
that essays always
try to test me
so i jumped off the bed
´cause i ain´t no punk
jammed his head up
against the bunk
socked that cholo in his chin
black muthaf---as
scared to jump in
sheriff broke it up
when we hit the floor
i kept talkin´ sh-t
´cause i want some more
back in town
we get along with the brown
now i´m in jail
tey tryin´ to beat me down
jail is hell
but i´ll adapt
won´t hesitate to
get in a scrap
´cause i´m down for mine
and that´s for certain
sittin´ in the hole
with my knuckles hurtin´
(palmdale)

palmdale
(hell, yeah)
come back to me
i need you and
i love you, baby
palmdale
come back to me
(check it out, homeboy)

now i got a f---ed up life
two bad kids
and a naggin´ wife
dead end job at the airport
check too short
to pay the house note
turn on the tv
then i see different homeboys
that went to school with me
playin´ in the nfl
we used to kick back
in east palmdale
rodney williams
lorenz tate zeno
plays for colorado state
i wish my homeboys much success
but at the same time
i still get depressed
walkin´ through the wind
with a cup full of gin
thinkin´ ´bout things
that coulda, woulda
shoulda been
i wipe my tears
sip my beers
wish good luck to my peers
(palmdale)

palmdale
come back to me
i need you and
i love you, baby
palmdale
come back to me
´cause that´s
where my heartache began
heartache began

palmdale
come back to me
i need you and
i love you, baby
palmdale
come back to me
´cause that´s
where my heartache began
heartache began

palmdale
come back to me
(hey
all the homeboys
on the football team
where y´all at?)
palmdale
come back to me
(hey
wherever you at
in the world
i don´t care
if you in japan, africa
hey, you know
how we used to do it, man
hey, hey, hey)
yo, let me get a palm
(palm)
yo, let me get a dale
(dale)
yo, what do we sell?
(yell)
yo, where we fittin´ to go?
(we fittin´ to go back to jail)
(x4)

dale palmdale
(hey, everybody
just clap your hands)
dale palmdale
(c´mon, c´mon, c´mon
buci-buci-bucoc)
dale palmdale
dale
(where them falcons at?)
palmdale
(it ain´t over
till the fat man sings)
dale
(little rock can´t get none
what, what?)
palmdale
dale palmdale
(fades)