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JOELL ORTIZ lyrics - The Brick: Bodega Chronicles

Latino

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[Intro: Joell Ortiz] Uhh, look around in my neighborhood (aquí en el barrio, tú sabes) See how we live, see right there on that corner That's where they sell the drugs (la manteca broder) Run the numbers and, play dominoes, whistle at the fly ladies You know, I'm Latino, hahahahaha (pa que sepa) [Joell Ortiz:] The dope gets sold by the bodega While y'all call it dope, we call it the manteca We don't look for lotto numbers in the newspaper We play it right over the counter by the Now & Laters Sit down on milk crates and play dominoes ¡Capicu! Slam it down, tell 'em adios Another round of beers before we go upstairs And watch a fuzzy TV on some of the oldest chairs Relax, take a bath and get nice and clean Come out just in time for dinner, you know rice and beans A little chicken, maybe tostones, it's up to Ma She might be tired keepin this house all up to par Sometimes I look out the window and see some nice wheels I got a thing for rims, they give me slight chills Round here you get killed over a ice-grill Guns pop but the O.G.'s carry knives still (word) [Chorus: Joell Ortiz (La Bruja)] (Latinooooo) I'm that and I'm proud If you don't know us let me tell you about (Latinooooos) We got beautiful women (la-la-la la-la-la la-la) And they all seem to know their way around the kitchen I'm (Latinooooo) yeah we stick together We had hard lives so our skin is thick forever We (Latinoooooos) I'm that and I'm proud (la la la la la la laaaa) If you don't know us let me tell you about [Joell Ortiz:] See e'ry block got a different crew This kid I knew got paralyzed cause of his tattoo And he wasn't in a gang Just some young punk tryin to come up and get a name Put a bullet in his brain, it's a shame But yo, on a better note Latina women look so good from head to toe, get 'em and never let 'em go Baseball is big in my town So is boxing, a hundred he don't see the ninth round These young girls is fresh, they like to get piped down Babies havin babies, guess who on the WIC line now? Guess who got welfare? Guess who on Medicaid? Guess who left they kid with their girl for eleven days? Without callin, cause he's ballin One year from now he'll have a child support warrant It happen all the time in my community That's the difference between someone like you and me - I'm [Chorus] [Joell Ortiz:] Big Chino got a truck, and a bike, and a boat But Chino got a gun cause his life full of coke And Chino havin fun, he don't like bein broke But Chino gon' be done, FBI is no joke And I don't want Chi' to get knocked When the truck around he buy ice cream for the block See where I'm from the kids look up to the hustlers Even if they're family with some of the customers My abuela used to tell me to stay off the corner You heard what happened to Mrs. Rivera's daughter? See she had got caught in the crossfire right there in broad day Shot her in the back tryin run in the hallway By my buildin all you hear is, "Oye Ten cuidado la policia esta en la esquina de Broadway" There's action all the time in my neighborhood But see we all mind our business like a neighbor should See this one right here is for all my Latinos around the world Around the world man, there's so many of us man Be proud of who you are man, I love y'all niggaz Joell Ortiz [Chorus: w/ ad libs] [Joell Ortiz & La Bruja:] Latinooooos

For You

PAC DIV "Pac Div: Church League Champions"
[Verse 1: Like] I know we wasn't what you looking for But when you see us it's like how much is y'all booking for Guess we ain't turn out as corny as you took us for You probably want us begging pennies out the liquor store It's been a long time, feel like a slow grind But sure enough the label stumbled on this gold mine Was either that or sit up in the unemployed line Now we on and everybody want a joy ride Damn homie, you told me don't rhyme You see a nigga in the magazine you cosign You say we too soft We tell you screw off We'll pick that Grammy up in no time [Hook:] I feel like I need to be congratulated For all the bullshit that I've been through I feels good knowing that you hate it That's why I wrote this song for you For you, For you, For you, For you That's why I wrote this song for you For you, For you, For you, For you That's why I wrote this song [Verse 2: Mibbs] Guess what I did? (what's that?) I told my boss I quit When my check comes you better have my shit (Ooo!) I stood atop my desk blew the officer kisses Told Bret from accounting you can suck my dick Congratulations, that's right people, yes I did Waited my whole life for a day like this So next time you see me I'll be on my shit I got a whole lot of folks to scribble off my list Like hoes that did me wrong Niggas that dissed my songs And other miscellaneous shit I don't condone In the Hollywood zone where everybody's a clone Pac Div stands alone, It's on! [Hook] [Verse 3: BeYoung] Congratulations I heard you got a new man and county job Still at your parents house plus you drive his Audi car Went from K-Mart to Vicky Secret catalogs V.I.P. everywhere you go the cameras are. Yup I heard you treat the market like the red carpet Next to the eggs and the high heels with your hair parted Polluted minds just die getting fed garbage You take pride and drive niggas off the edge darling And yet still we ain't mad at ya It's clear to see that your ass backwards Auctioned off when these niggas throw their cash at you Yor brain gone, but your ass fatter [Hook x2]

These Kids

Joel Turner
so many songs, so many times tha world had to hear so many rhymes about how life is for strugglers minority groups, kids with single mothers young hommy's turn hustlers, killing for money it's kinda funny how tha crime rate is so high in suburbs where family ties are low, n suicides on tha rise oh why - so many die coz in their eyes tha mistake they made, cant be erased tha only way out is to take their life n if they dont do it sudden then they do it slowly polluting themselves with drugs, because they on this world lonely so we as a nation just class em as a waste of space n if they dont help the economy then strip em naked put em on tha streets n make sure tha police hate em n feed tha public phony information on tha evening news 'kids may bomb police stations, to get at tha boys in blue' this song goes out to tha whole justice system instead of listening to tha kids with tha problems you just tick them off more until the kids in prison or he's dead before he's 24 chorus: these kids trapped in a struggle & no where to head at night hair full of trouble is all that theyre getting and nobody knows tha suffering they go thru and u wouldnt believe em if they told you verse 2: you probably heard tha news about tha 14 year old kid who went to woodridge to get a stick but got his neck slit what youll expect in, tha situation that he was facing with all of these expectations he just wanted to get wasted but tha mistake he made was fatal. what about my mate who put a rope around his neck but he choked to death instead coz tha fall never broke his neck see both of them, were trapped in a struggle none of us could comprehend tha younger was in need of weed, tha other had problems with his head now theyre both dead, and tha same thing happens time n time again kids dying all tha time n leave us asking 'why my friend' n then there is those who run away from home live on tha streets n chrome cant deal with tha pain of tha world so they get stoned sit in a zone, become known as tha local drones with low vocal tones, they communicate with hopeless groans n nobody knows they came from broken homes plus to us their just emotionless clones and tha pain plagues their brains they cant maintain healthy lives change is all but easy, a life of crime is all but nice plus life isnt worth living unless ya given tha chance to fight drugs might not be tha answer, but who knows wrong from right when ya parents drinks 2 whole bottles of wine, n puts tha hose in tha coke bottle, a lot of tha time, kids dont know any different it's like they losing their minds, cant get a hold of their visions think theyre doing just fine, but they still in the struggle yeah tha kids of this time, in a whole lotta trouble if you in trouble, jump over that puddle some where out there someone really loves you, loves you like you never been loved, yeah, loves you like you've never been loved chorus: these kids trapped in a struggle & no where to head at night hair full of trouble is all that theyre getting and nobody knows tha suffering they go thru and u wouldnt believe em if they told you

I Bow Out

WHITNEY HOUSTON "Whitney"
Tired of playing this game And I won't play it no more And I won't take it no more Through with being your fool And I won't do it no more And I won't, I won't keep up this act Not for one minute I'm gonna pull, I'm gonna pull this curtain down [Chorus:] This time I won't play this game I made a vow to make a change And I bow out I won't be hanging around, baby I decline to take the pain And I resign the masquerade And I bow out I won't be staying around, baby I bow out Can't go on with the show You're just a stage I went through Now you're just fading from view, yeah baby It's time for a change of scene Guess I'll be taking my leave I guess I won't, I won't stay in this play Not for one minute I'm gonna make, I'm gonna make my exit now Oh baby [Repeat Chorus] When you're left standing on that stage all alone Maybe you will realize You should of learned to treat me right And when this final act is finally through Maybe you'll wish you'd been The kind of man you should have been Now watch me say goodbye And walk right out of your life Oh baby, all right babe [Repeat Chorus until fade]

I Just Came Home To Count The Memories

JOHN ANDERSON
I saw roses choking in the grass flaking paint in a broken window pane A mailbox barely standin' by the driveway I can almost read the name A swing set and forgotten toys where little girls and boys played happy games Everything I ever about is gone now but the mem'ries still remain The old man from the house across the street asked how's it goin' and I said fine But the expression on his face would make me think that he could almost read my mind That Johnson boy from down the road was asking if the kids could come and play Lord I wish I could have told them yes but I just said I guess son not today I just came home to count the mem'ries that I've been carrying in my mind Just came home to count the mem'ries of a better day and time All the birds that sang a pretty song aren't singing like they did when we were here Cause there's no happiness in music if someobody isn't close enough to care I picked arraged daisy from its home out in the corner of the yard She loves me she loves me not now I don't have to wonder anymore I just came home to count the mem'ries that I've been carrying in my mind I just came home to count the mem'ries I guess it's time to say goodbye

Clay

ATMOSPHERE "Overcast!"
When I first landed the damage was outlandish anguish, anxiousness, and taking it for granted but when I first landed I was so relieved I lost my focus so we exceeded recommended dosages now I hold the crib? that holds the soul that holds the poet skills exlcusive it leaves illusions of unfocused flows I don't suppose you're taking too much time breaking too much mind trying to unravel the parable? that dismantled and left the lines in need of some assembly so I can find the secret key and free all the emcees this planet spins on a thin axis all axis passes won't help you to grasp the atmos' I mean, what did you think my agenda was to freestyle, smile, get paid to smoke weed, and grab the mic and spoonfeed? there's more to this than just paying the rent if you're riding on this song you need to ride it to the end [Chorus] what could you say as the Earth gets further and further away? planets as small as balls of clay (x4) some shells get broke some keep their wigs closed some get exposed as little man big pose some make moves and some stay daydreamers but everbody seems to want some loot, food amd a beemer well make mine hunter green with camel insides, 10 percent tips, Mr. Pibb and some french fries inch by inch I take it closer to the shoulder but day by day it's getting harder to stay sober once again on the edge, head's inebriated movement needs motive, it's easier to be sedated what makes me mighty and another tiny? why does my psyche give a damn about whether or not you like me? if this crime's right I might be wrong I grip this mic tight because it's all I really have a grip on so let the losers lose and let the players play the difference is the day to the dust some clay, what [Chorus - 4X] who's world is that? it ain't mine, and I'm grateful already got a plate full of clay on my table I'm capable of handling fate, I know this so do the people that get pissed when this microphonist spits too many get caught up in the lines that emcees thought up but it's clear to me the ones that fear me are the one's that outta I spot a blemish on your planet's existence I deliver subtle terror submerged in clever sentences instantly pissin? away the misfits the only residue that came of the hypothecially spew they sprayed when they swayed I'd have em half of 'em can't fathom where the 'Mats? from I may be on those you can ask 'em at last, when we get down to it there's more than sand and fluid in how I revolve and evolve can we solve the secrets? No. can we take trinkets? No. so when the ink hits it's more than just a sequenced flow I can't bring you with me so I'm a leave me here centuries from now they're gonna study Atmosphere carefully I steer, I'm aware life is fatal when I go, I wanna go like Ho, taken by the play-dough [Chorus - 4X]

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