Tough boys running the streets Come a little closer Rough toys, under the sheets Nobody knows her Rough boys, don't walk away I very nearly missed you
译文: 谁的. 粗糙男孩.
insecurities And I love the way you love me For who I am underneath (Who I am underneath) Who I am underneath I love you for loving me For who I am
Just some ghetto boys Livin' in these ghetto streets And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive (To fight) It's just reality (It's just reality) Just some ghetto boys
That was never that fly Couldn't act cool Even when he tried When we played rough He always cried When he told stories, he always lied A black brother Who
couldn't connect to the New York streets So we took the bandanas and we tied 'em up Roll up in the studio and laid it rough ! Ice Cube and them niggaz
pistol solid shootin' never shook me You boys can't hook me, listen to what the hook be I heard you niggas don't like me, like me I know you boys wanna
All my life been po' but it really don't matter no mo' And they wonder why we act this way, Nappy Boys gon' be okay All my life been po' but it really
I the only 23 year old, why can't I soar? The rough child, the crews, the guy thats in the open seats It's always nice when your out with someone who
For the block boy, take it rough Everyday it's been the same old thing on my block Ya either workin' or ya slangin' cocaine on my block Ya had to hustle
my friends Fought the war against Cancer But he lost in the end [HOOK] Who do you believe in? Who do you believe in? Who do you believe in? Who do you
choppers in New Orleans My rims so clean they spinnin like a world-wind Pull up at the club bitches textin they girlfriends They know who i is they know who
no joke You see them boys sign me to the 'Scope, right? [Chorus] [J. Cole verse 2:] I phone home to the real they wanna' know just how it feel Who
power. I don't promote no violence But if you all get carted off Boys will be boys, toys'll get tossed Bang me up, right and rough I'm not a people
What I want everybody to do right now Is blow your motherfuckin' horns, louder, louder Yo, if you want that shit (That shit) That hardcore rough shit (Rough
at the spot with the bom-ba Go back to Jerz smoke with Diezel Don Huh, pick up a bag from my block, two O's the number Who can get swift with the microphone
'Fallon sounds Knockin out of control Like a boom boom boom, who is it? It's Jackie Frost, the one who's gettin where he at And he told you who's the
' through our fellas Sounds knockin' out of control Like a boom boom boom, who is it? It's Jackie Frost, the one who's gettin' where he at And he told you who
