Newman - Inglewood lyrics

[Chorus]: A slave born in Inglewood, moved to the Ville 0-28-60, new this was real Do what you feel, say what you like (Like, "Son I'm not feelin' it.") Heeey, but I'm tight [Verse One]: Slave when I write though, the pen is a master Come to test I, get mashed up (mash it up) None the less fly as NASA I blast off out of this world Hats off if your style is this thorough I had a plan since I was a youngin' to satisfy the hunger That's been the plan since (and since) I talk a lot of ? it's only right I show 'em that ain't all I can do Rappers come and go like Karl Kani and Fubu But the best kept secret is here Kid I'm hard to find on Google [Chorus]: A slave born in Inglewood, moved to the Ville 0-28-60, new this was real Do what you feel, say what you like (Like he don't do that G sh**) Hey, that's aiight [Verse Two]: You talk funny like it's one night stand from Def Jam Get a cast for your one mic hand I saw them thangs on warin' lanes Till my years on Linden Ave, sippin' Genuine Draft Not a number one genuine draft Bic sharpen up them sk**s just to get in that a** quick (That's a pause though) I floss dough, now-a-days I keep the car slow For lost souls tryin' to find it at the crossroads I love music and I'm doin' it for y'all so Keep them red scanners aimin' at my bar code Know what I'm sayin'? It's just me man [Chorus]: A slave born in Inglewood, moved to the Ville 0-28-60, knew this was real Do what you feel (Do what you wanna do) Say what ya like (Can't happen for you if you playin' with the mic) sh** (Wait when I write from the day to the night) Shift, can't fly out like this [Verse Three]: A Bad Boy though like Ma$e was in '9-6 Try to swagger jack, can't cause he's priceless I is the definition of what nice is (that's me) Times ten to whoever try to bite this (that's you) Like this a b**h, that I tap everyday that I'm in this b**h we call "the world" This for the real cats, some are just pretendin' A great one for years, eight ones I have been him To the finish line runnin' like a Kenyan (Yo this sh** is crazy) Everyone has their opinion but I ain't tryin' to be another rapper endin' up Pulse shift, befo' that I'd rather give it up [Chorus]: A slave born in Inglewood, moved to the Ville 0-28-60, knew this was real Do what you feel, say what ya like (Say whatcha like) Like this sh** is...