Christopher Columbus

Lyrics

[Intro/Skit] "& you know like I used to have to fight in school & I used to have to run home cause they'd go get big brother on me. So uh, I start saying you know "FUCK THAT"! Uh, I Can't be running home! You know cause if I get ran home...my mama make me fight! Cause if I lose that fight...that mean SHE gon' whoop my ass! So I HAD to win! That way I wouldn't get two ass whoopings! Cause if I get beat up, my MAMA gon' whoop my ass for losing the fight! So I started...you know, actin' crazy" [Fade] [Bridge 1: Dom Kennedy] Yeah [x's 2] Was running through the hallway and shit Aye [Verse 1: Dom Kennedy] Run up on me, it's gon' be case closed Head one the swivel cause' you never know I know a miracle, one thats locked down One hour on the yard ain't enough, no! I like to exercise my spirit White jeans in the winter, ya'll don't hear me APC on top, gotta bleed em' I'm like pac in some neighborhood Adidas & my ambition as a rider just too real I mean I didn't learn much, kill or be killed Watch for sudden movements, cause they plotting Move you out the way to get the profit [Verse 2: Ray Wright] Remember rocking hand me downs, yeah the same clothes Got that Stussy & the Gucci, bitch the game chose LA fitted nigga, never rock no Kangol OPM, flooding in, G'd up, in my same post Blowing Kush, fuck em' good, lately I been layin' low Cause I been on the road nigga, 50 days, 30 shows Champagne, campaign, dripping nigga, head to toe Thats the Pérignon, you don't muhfuggin' hear me doe No, no, no they can't stop me All these hoes be outta pocket Sad to see a real nigga give up Call it what you call it but can't call it luck [Chorus: Dom Kennedy] Dooooon't, fuck w/ me [x's 3] Get outta town Dooooon't, fuck w/ me [x's 3] Get outta town [Verse 3: Dom Kennedy] I wish you never landed here, erase the print Leave the natives alone you greedy bitch Leave Haiti alone you greedy bitch Keep a small pocket, keep a trade agreement Slaves work for you, you gotta pay these people Might win a trophy at the ESPYS Deposit on time, that's a blessing Turquoise paint, it's a antique [Outro: Ray Wright] Now you cannot, you cannot, you cannot know Fuck w/ a player that's all in control Flying to islands that's only remote Benz or that Bentley, it's gon' be a boat Aye [Chorus: Dom Kennedy] Dooooon't, fuck w/ me [x's 3] Get outta town Dooooon't, fuck w/ me [x's 3] Get outta town