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Lyrics for 'On My Way To Harlem' by 'Coolio'
Verse 1:
I Know A Place Where The Trees Don't Grow
Just Another Place Where Niggaz Live Low
I Know A Place Where Life Is Fucked Up
Make A Wrong Move And Your Ass Get Stuck Up
Time Ain't Nothin But A Frame Of Mind
And Life Is Like A Mountain Or A Steep Ass Climb
I've Been Lookin For A Place To Leave
The Only Free Place Is Inside Of Me
So Let's Take A Trip, And You Don't Need A Grip
But You Better Be Equipped Cause It Might Be Some Shit
African-american, Nothin But A Nigga
Had Our Fingers On The Trigger, But I Pulled Mine Quicker
I Know A Place Where There Ain't No Calm And
You Better Stay Away If You're Soft Like Charmin
South Central, Los Angeles, Watts, And Compton
A Nigga On The West Coast On His Way To Harlem
Verse 2:
Now It's Time To Step Into The Light (light)
Put Up Your Dukes, There's Gonna Be A Fight (fight)
And When It's Time To Fight, You Better Fight Right
Cause If It Don't Fight Right, Out Goes The Light
Take A Close Look At What I'm Freakin On
Niggaz Think I'm Tweekin, But I'm Speakin On
Subject Matter, Data
Information That I Gather
Through My Travels
Cause The Hardest Of The Hard, Hit Hardcore Killer
Can't Stop The Slug Of A Nine Millimeter
Everybody Thinks They Know, But They Know Not
If They Haven't Caught A Cap On The Block *gunshot*
So Shine Up Your Boots And Pick Up The Pieces
Grab A Fresh Pair Of Khakis With The Sharp Ass Creases
Ring The Alarm, Here Comes The Storm
I Got A Firearm On My Way To Harlem
Verse 3:
I Know A Place Where The Sun Don't Shine
Everybody Is A Victim Of Neighborhood Crime
I Know A Place Where Niggaz Walk The Line
One False Step And They Must Do Time
Since I'm In The Same Boat
I Must Stay Afloat
And Sing Every Note
From The Quotes That They Wrote
So, I Look Into The Past And Walk The Path Of The Greats
So I Wont Make The Same Mistakes That Sealed My Ancestors Fates
If I Had To Be A Slave I'd Rather Be In My Grave
If I Get In How Many Lives Could I Save?
One, Two, Three, A Hundred, A Thousand
My Heart Is Poundin, The Devil Keeps Soundin
But He Don't Want My Money, He Wants My Soul
So I Reach Like A Tree, And Like A Weed I Grow
My Stomach Is Full, But My Mind Is Starvin
Rollin In A G Ride On My Way To Harlem
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