Grand Wizzards - Water lyrics

[Black Thought] South Philly, North Side Oakland, Texas Georgia, Black People Yo, worldwide, this is for my my n***as You know what I'm saying Dumb and blind... [Verse One: Black Thought] They say a record ain't nothing if it's not touching Gripping, draw you in closer make you want to listen to it And if you real ill at making music The listener feel like he livin' through it That's how my n***a do it I met Slacks back in like '91 rapping We went to Millersville to get away from gun clappin' It ain't last I be in cla** dreaming 'bout 50,000 fans up in the stands screaming out Encore, yo I'm headed back to Philly n***a you rollin' with me? I'm trying to get busy We walked dogs that was off the chain Lot of times at the shows people hardly came I just took it in stride as part of the game But inside people down with me started to change It was a couple things, lil' syrup, lil' pills Instead of riding out on the road you'd rather chill I know the way a pleasure feel I'm not judging But still I'm on a mission, yo I'm not buggin' I got fam that can't stop druggin', they can't sleep They can't stick to one subject, they can't eat It's people steady comin' at me out in the street Like 'Riq, yo, what up with your peeps, it gets deep n***a [Hook] Yo, you need to walk straight, master your high Son you missin' out on was pa**ing you by I done seen the streets s** a lot of cats dry But not you and I my n***a We got to get Come on, over over the water Come on, over over the water Water, Water... [Verse Two: Black Thought] Yo, we done been through many meals, a couple of deals We done shared clothes and wheels, k**ed mics and reels We done rocked shows abroad and slept on floors Trying to figure what the f** we gettin' slept on for Or what we walking with the weap'-on for Weighted by the gravity law, you know it if you came up poor, my n***a Picture the bus up north You know we made of everything outlaws are made of I'm far from a hater And I don't say I love you cause the way I feel is greater And Mila', you a poet, son, you a born creator And this'll probably dawn on you later, it's in your nature Lyrics all on your walls like they made of paper You got to find out where your talent take you You might f** around, finally make it And that's real but yo [Hook] [Verse Three: Black Thought] Yo, I want you all to understand I come from South Philly And when I walk the street it's like a pharmacy They got all type of sh** anybody could get It goes from H to X to loosie cigarette For my ghetto legend known for lil' sheist runnin' Copped codeine by the quarts and keep comin' Dumbin, just embracing the dope like it's a woman You burnin' both sides of the rope and just pullin' Tuggin', in between Islam and straight thuggin' Laying everyday around the way and doin' nothin' See'em looking shaking their head and start shruggin' If they don't got a man like mine, they got a cousin Hey yo you better be a true friend to 'em Before the sh** put an end to 'em Or give a pen to 'em Or lock 'em up in the studio with a mic Cause on the real it might save his life Keep tellin 'em [Hook] - 2X