Cool Story Bro - People Under The Stairs

Yo, Man

You won’t believe it, man

Shh, L.A. Man

Let me tell you, man

Some shit happened the other night when I was trying to get right, man

Check this shit out, Yo

Cold Friday night

With nothing to do

Just took my last shot

And it’s a quarter to two

Got to hit the liquor store

Before they close, ya dig

It’s right up the block

So stroll I did

Threw on my windbreaker

Blue L.A. hat

Been here since '77

No need for the gat

Got the roach out the ashtray

Receiving the bill?

went right behind

Was the hydro smell

Walked through the front door

Big friend of my mud

Cause it’s the weekend

And Double’s ‘bout to get fucked up

Passed the alcohol

And headed straight for the snacks

When I glanced

And noticed some blacks

But I ain’t trippin

Not Bloodin' or Crypin'

The only thing on my mind

Is the lips I’ll be sippin'

That' when it hit my like bricks

Damn, they wearing all red

My neighborhood is blue

And it’s fuckin' with my head

Slowly and cautious

I went to make my purchase

That’s when I turned around

And seen the nigga with a purpose

Tattoos on his face

And the devil in his eye

Whoever he was looking for

That night was gonna die

Tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do

Friday night

Party off Adams

Couple students

Couple fly latin madams

But I wasn’t mad at a rap

Music on the stereo

in Mike’s open pen

Drinking on the patio

Oh, shit, time to go

Here come the heart beats

Ducked out the back gate

Digging for my car keys

God, please let us get away

From this with quickness

Gang’s on ass, they just blast

First, there’s no witness

Found a car parked and «O» made

A right on 23rd

Another rider who had

Got away safe

Well what’s that

L.A. PD now following me

Play it cool take off your hat

And drive slowly

We’re just some homies

They call it home boys

Saw another cruiser creeping

Pullin' at the Pep boys

Parking lot

My hands start sweating

I’m forgetting that I’m innocent

Thoughts start racing about jetting

But we play it cool, left turn

10 West on ramp

Ten cars follow now

Man they won’t fall back

The freeway, 6 lanes

Empty in the dead of night

Hit with the flash

Of the helicopter spot light

20 sirens in my rear view

Lit up, too

Now tell me what the fuck

Am I supposed to do

People all afraid of the police because they got the guns

Tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do

When policeman get the person alone

Tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do

Hey, homie, where you from

I’m not a gang banger

Just rolling around the hood

That’s the funky rap slanger

At this

I see the bulge in his waist

Acting kind of fidgety

With confusion on his face

I went about my business

Paid for the Ketel One

They still posted outside

I should’ve brought my gun

But I’m not one to run

So I grabbed my bag

Made some eye contact

And headed left towards the back

Waiting to hear gun shots

I’m leaving up the block safely

I guess he had

The bam on safety

Now here goes the lesson

When you’re hanging in my city

Beware who correct

These kids got no

Spotlight through the night

Shadows on the dash top

Megaphone, cop yells

«Don't pull over, just stop»

«Now put your hands up»

They got their guns drawn

Drop your hads slowly

One fast move and you’re gone

I get out, turn around

With hands in the air

No tears, no fear

Kneel down like I’m in deep prayer

Hands cuffed, face down

In the third lane

I look under the car

and mad pain

But what would we even do

No burn and no weapon

Now I regret askin' me

What Gang Turner is reppin'

And do I have a warrant?

And is the car stolen?

And if not

Why the hell are me and him rollin'?

I don’t know

It’s just my city, he my crew

But tell me

What the fuck am I supposed to do?

That’s just the way it is

And then tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?

And then some punk claiming

They understand me?

Give me a break

What world do you live in?

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