Lutricia Mcneal - Badlands (feat. Swing) lyrics

(mcneal/jay g/papalexis/larossi/benn/yacoub/swing) I'm talking about the badlands Ain't nothing but a sadland I don't blame it on the city But the badlands put its mark on you I see johnny at the corner As the popsicleman All of a sudden he's got a gun in his hand Now johnny's in a wheelchair 'cause of the popsicleman At the wrong place at the wrong time Now he understands I need to find some peace of mind I need a rest, i need to unwind This hangin' and bangin' goin' on This ain't no hell, this is my home Talking about the badlands Ain't nothing but a sadland I don't blame it on the city But the badlands put its mark on you Bad land! You gotta know the streets muthaf-a It can't be no one Time beef muthaf-a Can you feel me really I hope you rocking mic's Than you ain't slinging dope Check the ma**es who major in the Gunblast on yah filthy rich a** Cause you ain't never cut cla** But they did Now they're f-n' underrated Y'all showed no love So now their hearts are full with hatred And ain't trying to throw no joints, or no bullsh... Just drink liquor, smoke hydro and just pull sh... Stay jigg without the man, stack the grand Cause the plan done work Now we're duckin' from uncle sam Blam! take that on yah way out Stay out. yah days out - lights out! Back to my hideout You inside out makes the inside edition A scar is my tradition Doin' you in intermission