HEROES (feat. DJ Premier)

歌詞

Alright, alright Nah, nah When I grew up, criminal were my heroes The beanie from New Jersey Drive over my earlobes From jump, it was always fuck cops and the bureau Mix of Casper, Harold, Hunter, and De Niro Now I'm with my kids and we watchin' Olaf And I'm like, "Damn, used to wanna be like O'Dawg" Tuck the Deuce Deuce under the goose, boostin' y'all Couple screws loose, cashier turns, poof, I'm gone Seven, I heard NWA in the street From my older neighbor who was playin' "Fuck tha Police" Eleven, writin' graffiti, fifteen, I'm sellin' weed By sixteen, I had an MPC (It was Hip Hop's fault) That I wanted to grow up Sell drugs, smoke, drink Mad Dog and fuck Wanted a windbreaker and some Eastbay kicks Wanted a perm like DJ Quik My mama said, "Ben, are you aware your hair is way too thin?" But in my mind, I was Junior High Iceberg Slim Feelin' fine, gettin' high, spendin' time with a bitch Takin' Heineken sips, this is live as it gets, shit But me, man, I wanted to be a vandal Wanted to kick it with the people livin' in the bando On Third and James by the fountain where they panhandle Runnin' from the cops, pullin' scandals, those where my heroes Pick up the mic, put your money where your mouth is Doin' petty crimes, back in the days Too much OE, tipsy off the whiskey Pick up the, the, the, the mic, the, the, the mic Put your money where your mouth is Doin' petty crimes, back in the days Drink it, smoke it, my clique is too great Back in the days, at the Boulevard on Broadway Before the downtown turned to a big All Saints I was rollin' 'round with the forty-ounce of malt drink Posted up in front of the 7-Eleven all day My heroes didn't look yours My heroes didn't look yours, nah, nah They didn't work a nine-to-five, they worked a five-to-four Woke up at three and recordin' more See, my heroes died of overdoses, ridin' for the culture Mind tied to psychosis, all the lies in show biz My heroes shot dope and inhaled blow in their noses Got locked up, got out, and did some more shit I got that devil in me and a bunch of Henny with me And we fuck up any city, heavy hitting, any innings Steal the pancakes off your plate and then I'm robbin' you at Denny's In a Plymouth that is tinted and the sherm has got me spinning You don't want it with this, put the truck in his ribs We don't fight fair, fuck that, we jump and get our licks Reds and whites flash through the dash, hop the fence Wake up, smoke a blunt, hit the park and do it again For my heroes Pick up the mic, put your money where your mouth is Doin' petty crimes, back in the days Too much OE, tipsy off the whiskey Pick up, pick up, pick up the mic Put your money where your mouth is Doin' petty crimes, back in the days Drink it, smoke it, my clique is too great