Gringo the MC - Sore Thumb lyrics

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Gringo the MC - Sore Thumb lyrics

I was in the crowd sticking out like a sore thumb Making hits all day watching boys try to record one They were worried 'bout more fun, I was worried about trying to get more funds Pa**ed out in the back of a Taurus and told them to tell me when the war comes 12's pulled up (Whoop, whoop) they said "Boy you don't belong here!" Is it cause I had the long hair? Or cause I was 14 stretching hoes out like a lawn chair? Homie I'm the bomb here, you got a most wanted list, better put me all up on there They probably think I'm soft cause I ain't come from the hood but see what's good When I pull up with the John Deere f** around and hit the wrong deer Buckshots, brrrrrr-dot-dot-dot like it's drumline Little Henny in my bloodline, so this the one time You'll ever hear me spit a gunline I ain't saying I was 3rd world, but at the school of hard knocks I'm motherf**ing alumni And I ain't bragging with the last line But if you underestimate me you're going to have a bad time My producer's named Kenny I don't make bad lines I took a trip in a Bentley and think the Lac's fine I know you think you got it on lock But these old rich rats are playing you like the back nine If you would open your eyes you'd see the bad signs Nobody's loyal, they're coming after your last dime So next time you tell me I don't belong here Look around and tell me who's by your damn side I swear That I belong here And I know That I belong here And I swear That I belong here And I know That I belong here I got no love for your honor (That's just how it goes) He ain't never showed me nada (That's just how it goes) Tried to turn me to a goner (That's just how it goes) Better luck with that manana (That's just how it goes, let's go!) I was in the crowd sticking out like a sore thumb Jackie's little whip straight packed like a tour bus Tell the police man that he's gonna need some more cuffs Tryna get a lot more money and a little bit more love Still with the sk**s they instilled in my young mind But now I got a dumb grind Cause everybody gotta eat and it's half past lunchtime Rappers rubbernecking let 'em watch while I run by You couldn't trip me if my shoes didn't fit and the laces were untied Live from the city where don't noone make it far 'Cept for the strippers and rappers they naked for Work isn't something they paying for They just get slaves for the labor they bankin' on I gotta get out the city, back to the coast Know that I won't turn my back on the ghost Consequences of the life that you chose Will make you rethink your whole path on the road I swear That you belong here And I know That you belong here And I swear That you belong here And I know That you belong here I got no love for your honor (That's just how it goes) He ain't never showed me nada (That's just how it goes) Tried to turn me to a goner (That's just how it goes) Better luck with that manana (That's just how it goes, let's go!) I was in the crowd sticking out like a sore thumb Jackie's little whip straight packed like a tour bus Tell the police man that he's gonna need some more cuffs Tryna get a lot more money and a little bit more love

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