Senim Silla - Wild Life lyrics

[Verse 1] My pops had 2000 pieces of vinyl We ain't have furniture But kats was alright though I had ideas, head shaped like a light bulb Be careful lil' Ross, you know your a** ain't got blue cross Cut on the corner of Longview & Newport off Chalmers A block down from Chelsea where fiends go like the carter Ain't no hoops in the hood so kats started crate ballin With them little cedar point joints immulating Jordan I was all about them dope man nikes, hightop fades Designs in the back, k**a guns & grenades Somewhere along the line innocence dies and bullets stray Plenty - up until then you was pretend dead bang bang Count to 60, feels like the city's out to get me Like my man Melle Mel, The Message don't push me Kats are hard up, they mugged me for cornbread & cookies At the penny candy store, took 3 of you hoes to whoop me It's why [Hook] Play another slow song Living in a ghetto fantasy, yeah Trying to make a happy ending Living the wild life [Verse 2] It's deep, how deep? Deeper than Atlantis Deeper than the sea floor, we're bumpin' X Clan sh** Riding in my dog dave's amc wagon Drinking maddog smoking billys to the a** and Cognac, a ghost town right off the thumb See where I'm coming from You see the hood-rats, you see the hoodlums Ripped mugs, slinging d**, you see that house there? That's where they cook 'em, next to the junior high Backpacks carry more than school supplies You could get a dime add a 5, get ya 2 for 15 An escape or a dream, even mama's little angel got no halo She's influenced by the radio & tv screen See these n***as don't read so these n***as don't learn They make their environment violent, no wonder n***as k**ed herb No wonder blacks can't break them chains No wonder rap ain't changed, it's wild [Hook x2] [Verse 3] So many standards, so much disapproval But that's majority rule, as always life as usual A constant dress code, like neat, creased and tucked dress clothes Damn your taste, just follow suit In this movie of life, good guys wear white, bad guys are black I'm stereotype-casted as a thug on the corner with crack Or maybe eyein' your car contemplating a jack Regardless, my intentions took for worse Women sidestep me on the street clenching they purse I mean no harm, but I'm guilty by persuasion Why else would they want my ethnic background on applications I tried tracing my roots and found Nathan I guess I'm just a n***a right? But that depends on who's saying it right? These days I catch it from blacks more often than whites, it's wild [Hook x2]