50/50 love
Yeah, for 199-mother******'-5
50/50 love
Gangsta Dresta done stomped through the doors once again
50/50 love
Dedicating this one to all my ******s all across the land
50/50 love
We need a 50/50 love back in the hood, loc
Check this out
I walked through the turf
Me and Smurf jibba-jabbing about the old days
Smokin' on a joint, listenin' to The O'Jays
******s up my mind to see how times changed
It's all kinda strange, ain't a damn thang the same
Back when it was all about packin' switchblade
Half of us down now is runnin' around ************ made
Didn't wanna fight brothas grown that was known
But now it's on, if one of the homies come at me wrong
Back then things was like hyped
Even if the homies fight, still kept the hood tight
Down with each other to the last bit
Now we got homies puttin' each others into caskets
Used to roll in Chevys, now ******s wanna Benzie
Money and **** done brought jealousy and envy
******s got greedy and the needy got left back
Now your own homie is the victim of your next jack
Serving ****** with the gat stuffed in your mouth
And it's a damn shame that the hood ain't like it was
I'm talkin' about a 50/50 love
(x2)
I ain't talkin' about 70/30 (A 50/50)
Not 60/40 (A 50/50)
I'm talkin' about 50/50 love, yeah
The homies used to take us to the liquor store to steal beer
That was when my cousin Gugulo was still here
Buddy gave a party like almost every weekend
I've been tryna sneak in, tryna put my freak in
See how times changed, one of the sets we used to fight with
But that set now is one of the sets that we tight with
Time's still changin' cause brothas turnin' into snitches
Can't separate the real ******s from the ************
Even in the jailhouse ******s being phony
You really don't know, who to treat like a homie
Back in the day we used to claim we was brothas
And cousins and ************t and now we can't trust each other
Gotta watch my back not just cause a brotha gaze for ******s that
Bang for the same thang that I claim
Homies locked down doing time in a chamber
We talking about 'em a lot but yet we treating 'em like a stranger
I recollect the days when I was back in like the 6th grade
Tucking about behind the O.G.'s. learning how the trick's played
Damn, a ****** really kinda miss how them days was, G
Cause it was 50/50 love
(x2)
For the homies that's resting, I pour a little drink right
But how many others go visit them at their grave site
Forget the bull************t, pass the hats around the room homes
Let's go and visit the homies and put some flowers on their tomb stones
Yeah, cause that's the least we can do, you know
Be in the hood that they died fo' and loved ones cried fo'
I missed 'em with a passion fo' what it's worth
And we done lost many of 'em
And it's a shame that we let 'em go
Without letting 'em know we love 'em
But now I'mma let the homies rest in peace
And all the homies that's beefing with each other, loc, gotta cease
Can’t peace treat with nobody else
Until we be peace with ourselves
Homies ain't homies like it was
I really don't know who wants to fill me with slugs
Without the backstabbing everything would probably be fun
That's how it is in the hood that I come from
Damn, a ****** really kinda miss how them days was, cus
Cause it was 50/50 love.
（In memory of Eazy-E, R.I.P)
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:03.06][Intro: Dresta]
[00:04.07]50/50 love
[00:06.28]Yeah, for 199-mother******'-5
[00:10.00]50/50 love
[00:11.56]Gangsta Dresta done stomped through the doors once again
[00:14.04]50/50 love
[00:15.68]Dedicating this one to all my ******s all across the land
[00:17.01]50/50 love
[00:21.62]We need a 50/50 love back in the hood, loc
[00:24.91]Check this out
[00:26.02][Verse 1: Dresta]
[00:27.06]I walked through the turf
[00:28.20]Me and Smurf jibba-jabbing about the old days
[00:29.74]Smokin' on a joint, listenin' to The O'Jays
[00:32.60]******s up my mind to see how times changed
[00:35.17]It's all kinda strange, ain't a damn thang the same
[00:37.90]Back when it was all about packin' switchblade
[00:40.64]Half of us down now is runnin' around ************ made
[00:43.34]Didn't wanna fight brothas grown that was known
[00:45.91]But now it's on, if one of the homies come at me wrong
[00:49.24]Back then things was like hyped
[00:51.41]Even if the homies fight, still kept the hood tight
[00:53.90]Down with each other to the last bit
[00:56.33]Now we got homies puttin' each others into caskets
[00:59.16]Used to roll in Chevys, now ******s wanna Benzie
[01:01.72]Money and **** done brought jealousy and envy
[01:04.66]******s got greedy and the needy got left back
[01:07.31]Now your own homie is the victim of your next jack
[01:10.00]Serving ****** with the gat stuffed in your mouth
[01:15.57]And it's a damn shame that the hood ain't like it was
[01:18.38]I'm talkin' about a 50/50 love
[01:20.53][Hook] (x2)
[01:21.80]I ain't talkin' about 70/30 (A 50/50)
[01:23.87]Not 60/40 (A 50/50)
[01:25.99]I'm talkin' about 50/50 love, yeah
[01:41.56][Verse 2: Dresta]
[01:42.79]The homies used to take us to the liquor store to steal beer
[01:45.91]That was when my cousin Gugulo was still here
[01:48.64]Buddy gave a party like almost every weekend
[01:51.22]I've been tryna sneak in, tryna put my freak in
[01:53.76]See how times changed, one of the sets we used to fight with
[01:56.58]But that set now is one of the sets that we tight with
[01:59.46]Time's still changin' cause brothas turnin' into snitches
[02:02.15]Can't separate the real ******s from the ************
[02:04.92]Even in the jailhouse ******s being phony
[02:07.56]You really don't know, who to treat like a homie
[02:10.45]Back in the day we used to claim we was brothas
[02:13.06]And cousins and ************t and now we can't trust each other
[02:15.70]Gotta watch my back not just cause a brotha gaze for ******s that
[02:18.73]Bang for the same thang that I claim
[02:21.60]Homies locked down doing time in a chamber
[02:23.87]We talking about 'em a lot but yet we treating 'em like a stranger
[02:26.70]I recollect the days when I was back in like the 6th grade
[02:29.63]Tucking about behind the O.G.'s. learning how the trick's played
[02:32.69]Damn, a ****** really kinda miss how them days was, G
[02:37.09]Cause it was 50/50 love
[02:38.65][Hook] (x2)
[02:57.52][Verse 3: B.G, Knocc Out]
[02:59.58]For the homies that's resting, I pour a little drink right
[03:02.24]But how many others go visit them at their grave site
[03:05.08]Forget the bull************t, pass the hats around the room homes
[03:07.80]Let's go and visit the homies and put some flowers on their tomb stones
[03:11.19]Yeah, cause that's the least we can do, you know
[03:13.56]Be in the hood that they died fo' and loved ones cried fo'
[03:17.22]I missed 'em with a passion fo' what it's worth
[03:22.77]And we done lost many of 'em
[03:24.72]And it's a shame that we let 'em go
[03:26.49]Without letting 'em know we love 'em
[03:28.27]But now I'mma let the homies rest in peace
[03:30.19]And all the homies that's beefing with each other, loc, gotta cease
[03:35.33]Can’t peace treat with nobody else
[03:37.22]Until we be peace with ourselves
[03:38.90]Homies ain't homies like it was
[03:40.92]I really don't know who wants to fill me with slugs
[03:43.59]Without the backstabbing everything would probably be fun
[03:46.24]That's how it is in the hood that I come from
[03:49.38]Damn, a ****** really kinda miss how them days was, cus
[03:52.63]Cause it was 50/50 love.
[04:28.52]（In memory of Eazy-E, R.I.P)
[04:30.36]
📝 纯歌词版本
50/50 love
Yeah, for 199-mother******'-5
50/50 love
Gangsta Dresta done stomped through the doors once again
50/50 love
Dedicating this one to all my ******s all across the land
50/50 love
We need a 50/50 love back in the hood, loc
Check this out
I walked through the turf
Me and Smurf jibba-jabbing about the old days
Smokin' on a joint, listenin' to The O'Jays
******s up my mind to see how times changed
It's all kinda strange, ain't a damn thang the same
Back when it was all about packin' switchblade
Half of us down now is runnin' around ************ made
Didn't wanna fight brothas grown that was known
But now it's on, if one of the homies come at me wrong
Back then things was like hyped
Even if the homies fight, still kept the hood tight
Down with each other to the last bit
Now we got homies puttin' each others into caskets
Used to roll in Chevys, now ******s wanna Benzie
Money and **** done brought jealousy and envy
******s got greedy and the needy got left back
Now your own homie is the victim of your next jack
Serving ****** with the gat stuffed in your mouth
And it's a damn shame that the hood ain't like it was
I'm talkin' about a 50/50 love
(x2)
I ain't talkin' about 70/30 (A 50/50)
Not 60/40 (A 50/50)
I'm talkin' about 50/50 love, yeah
The homies used to take us to the liquor store to steal beer
That was when my cousin Gugulo was still here
Buddy gave a party like almost every weekend
I've been tryna sneak in, tryna put my freak in
See how times changed, one of the sets we used to fight with
But that set now is one of the sets that we tight with
Time's still changin' cause brothas turnin' into snitches
Can't separate the real ******s from the ************
Even in the jailhouse ******s being phony
You really don't know, who to treat like a homie
Back in the day we used to claim we was brothas
And cousins and ************t and now we can't trust each other
Gotta watch my back not just cause a brotha gaze for ******s that
Bang for the same thang that I claim
Homies locked down doing time in a chamber
We talking about 'em a lot but yet we treating 'em like a stranger
I recollect the days when I was back in like the 6th grade
Tucking about behind the O.G.'s. learning how the trick's played
Damn, a ****** really kinda miss how them days was, G
Cause it was 50/50 love
(x2)
For the homies that's resting, I pour a little drink right
But how many others go visit them at their grave site
Forget the bull************t, pass the hats around the room homes
Let's go and visit the homies and put some flowers on their tomb stones
Yeah, cause that's the least we can do, you know
Be in the hood that they died fo' and loved ones cried fo'
I missed 'em with a passion fo' what it's worth
And we done lost many of 'em
And it's a shame that we let 'em go
Without letting 'em know we love 'em
But now I'mma let the homies rest in peace
And all the homies that's beefing with each other, loc, gotta cease
Can’t peace treat with nobody else
Until we be peace with ourselves
Homies ain't homies like it was
I really don't know who wants to fill me with slugs
Without the backstabbing everything would probably be fun
That's how it is in the hood that I come from
Damn, a ****** really kinda miss how them days was, cus
Cause it was 50/50 love.
（In memory of Eazy-E, R.I.P)
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:03.06][Intro: Dresta]
[00:04.07]50/50 love
[00:06.28]Yeah, for 199-mother******'-5
[00:10.00]50/50 love
[00:11.56]Gangsta Dresta done stomped through the doors once again
[00:14.04]50/50 love
[00:15.68]Dedicating this one to all my ******s all across the land
[00:17.01]50/50 love
[00:21.62]We need a 50/50 love back in the hood, loc
[00:24.91]Check this out
[00:26.02][Verse 1: Dresta]
[00:27.06]I walked through the turf
[00:28.20]Me and Smurf jibba-jabbing about the old days
[00:29.74]Smokin' on a joint, listenin' to The O'Jays
[00:32.60]******s up my mind to see how times changed
[00:35.17]It's all kinda strange, ain't a damn thang the same
[00:37.90]Back when it was all about packin' switchblade
[00:40.64]Half of us down now is runnin' around ************ made
[00:43.34]Didn't wanna fight brothas grown that was known
[00:45.91]But now it's on, if one of the homies come at me wrong
[00:49.24]Back then things was like hyped
[00:51.41]Even if the homies fight, still kept the hood tight
[00:53.90]Down with each other to the last bit
[00:56.33]Now we got homies puttin' each others into caskets
[00:59.16]Used to roll in Chevys, now ******s wanna Benzie
[01:01.72]Money and **** done brought jealousy and envy
[01:04.66]******s got greedy and the needy got left back
[01:07.31]Now your own homie is the victim of your next jack
[01:10.00]Serving ****** with the gat stuffed in your mouth
[01:15.57]And it's a damn shame that the hood ain't like it was
[01:18.38]I'm talkin' about a 50/50 love
[01:20.53][Hook] (x2)
[01:21.80]I ain't talkin' about 70/30 (A 50/50)
[01:23.87]Not 60/40 (A 50/50)
[01:25.99]I'm talkin' about 50/50 love, yeah
[01:41.56][Verse 2: Dresta]
[01:42.79]The homies used to take us to the liquor store to steal beer
[01:45.91]That was when my cousin Gugulo was still here
[01:48.64]Buddy gave a party like almost every weekend
[01:51.22]I've been tryna sneak in, tryna put my freak in
[01:53.76]See how times changed, one of the sets we used to fight with
[01:56.58]But that set now is one of the sets that we tight with
[01:59.46]Time's still changin' cause brothas turnin' into snitches
[02:02.15]Can't separate the real ******s from the ************
[02:04.92]Even in the jailhouse ******s being phony
[02:07.56]You really don't know, who to treat like a homie
[02:10.45]Back in the day we used to claim we was brothas
[02:13.06]And cousins and ************t and now we can't trust each other
[02:15.70]Gotta watch my back not just cause a brotha gaze for ******s that
[02:18.73]Bang for the same thang that I claim
[02:21.60]Homies locked down doing time in a chamber
[02:23.87]We talking about 'em a lot but yet we treating 'em like a stranger
[02:26.70]I recollect the days when I was back in like the 6th grade
[02:29.63]Tucking about behind the O.G.'s. learning how the trick's played
[02:32.69]Damn, a ****** really kinda miss how them days was, G
[02:37.09]Cause it was 50/50 love
[02:38.65][Hook] (x2)
[02:57.52][Verse 3: B.G, Knocc Out]
[02:59.58]For the homies that's resting, I pour a little drink right
[03:02.24]But how many others go visit them at their grave site
[03:05.08]Forget the bull************t, pass the hats around the room homes
[03:07.80]Let's go and visit the homies and put some flowers on their tomb stones
[03:11.19]Yeah, cause that's the least we can do, you know
[03:13.56]Be in the hood that they died fo' and loved ones cried fo'
[03:17.22]I missed 'em with a passion fo' what it's worth
[03:22.77]And we done lost many of 'em
[03:24.72]And it's a shame that we let 'em go
[03:26.49]Without letting 'em know we love 'em
[03:28.27]But now I'mma let the homies rest in peace
[03:30.19]And all the homies that's beefing with each other, loc, gotta cease
[03:35.33]Can’t peace treat with nobody else
[03:37.22]Until we be peace with ourselves
[03:38.90]Homies ain't homies like it was
[03:40.92]I really don't know who wants to fill me with slugs
[03:43.59]Without the backstabbing everything would probably be fun
[03:46.24]That's how it is in the hood that I come from
[03:49.38]Damn, a ****** really kinda miss how them days was, cus
[03:52.63]Cause it was 50/50 love.
[04:28.52]（In memory of Eazy-E, R.I.P)
[04:30.36]
Comp-ton Comp-ton Comp-ton
Real mother****ing G's...
Real mother****ing G's...
Real mother****ing G's...
Real mother****ing G's...
and it's phat, watc...
Life in the hood (life in the hood)
Life in the hood (yeah just like a puzzle)
Life in the hood (life in life in the hood)
Life in the hood is just li...
"Real Brothas"(Feat. Dresta)
Knock knock! (who's there?)
Well it's the gang S-T-A-sta (the gangsta who?)
Yo, it's your brother gangsta Dresta
That me ...
Well it's 95 and I'm back on the scene
Now everybody wanna be on a niggas team
I blew up out the clear
kickin flava in your ear
Rockin shows,Knockin h...
Yeah
Somethin' fo' you trick ass ****** in 95
Ha, B.G. Knocc Out and Gangsta Dre'sta
Compton fo' life, fools
Micc Check - 1,2 - What a ***** - gon do
...
Sippin on a 40
Sippin on a 40
Aye yo lets roll to the store
Eazy-e so we can buy us some o.e.
40 oz. gettin' a buzz with the thuggz
In the neighborho...
"Take A Ride"
It ain't nothin like days when a ***** can roll
Either slidin on dubs, or rollin daytons and fo's
Livin that life because you only live ...
I got beat for the street ta pump in ya jeep
Or in ya caravan wid da homies kinda deep
Somking on a Thai stick feeling kinda hight wit
Ya passenger se...
"Whose The 'G'"(Feat.Dresta)
Yeah, I sit back and ask myself a question
Y'know what I'm saying
B***h who's the G
Is it him, is it me
Who's the G
Is it...