Soc City – Parody Project


If Socs and Grease all got along I’ll probably be dead by the end of this song seem like the whole city go against
me every time I’m in the street I hear “Get beat greaser!” “Man down” Where you from, greaser?” “Screw who you know, where you from, my greaser?” “Where your family stay, huh, my greaser?” “This soc city I run, my greaser” “Brace yourself, I’ll give you a good view into my hell!” Socs covered by their parents meaning they do not mean well, This is all about the hood where some the youth can barely spell And instead of getting jobs it’s only firearms they sell, It was me, Johnny cade, hunting down our football in the field It Got ugly, when that same blue mustang pulled up Uh, hey soc In the rumble all the greasers throwing hands with all the socs It gets ugly when a body always ends up in the dirt Seen a tough young greaser with his brains blown out At those same places were the socs hung out Now this is not a tape recording saying that they did it But ever since that day, I would always keep my distance And then back when I was 9, dally broke a spine Blood on every doorstep that’s not fine We adapt to crime Fancy car with 4 dudes at the time, with the fancy doors Mess us up Hell you fighting for if you aint getting up you stupid punk! Body drop you hear a thump Knocking out these Socs, drive away or die or sucker punch A roaring engine coming from Mustangs, socs, “Aye y’all, run” That’s what dally said when we was eating’ out at lunch Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose You killed my Daddy back in ’94, screw yo’ truce Now that my blades on the loose You’ll end up dead on the news Ain’t no peace treaty, just piecing’ BGs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies IV’s on top of IV’s Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys Getting jumped in the ally Make sure you go for the neck Make sure that all of those rich kids, don’t let them ever collect The satisfaction they get, make sure that they will regret Ever stepping onto your land and i can make that a bet You movin backwards if you suggest that this isn’t a threat Go get a switchblade and have the family on speed dial, I guess Soc city “Man down” Where are you from, greaser?” “Screw who you know, where you from, my greaser?” “Where your family stay, huh, my greaser?” “This Soc city I run, my greaser” If Socs and grease all got along I’ll probably be dead by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time I’m in the street I hear “Get beat greaser!”

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