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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
p-ssed 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-ck 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-cking 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
n-body’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 d-mn 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!lls 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

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