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[Verse 1]
Out the front do', Jays on with the ball cap
Prone to snap at any minute, Dolly Parton's bra strap
On my block we all strapped, friendly wave to neighbours
Dope fiends bitchin' 'bout the minivan they gave us
Custom out and gave it back, corner sto' we walk there
Homies feelin' no [?] (Trigger there's no heart here)
Spice 1, young nigga bangin' with a cold beer
Greet you with a cold stare, it's so clear, no fear
Oh yeah got chains, so easy to spot mane
Spitting at them OT's (Original thot gang)
Kick some game, get her to the house on the couch (Bang)
Walk her halfway back to the bus top, I'm out (Hey!)
No good, so hood, trife life, night life
Left hook, right, right, niggas going night night!
[Chorus 1]
Ain't no real love you ain't gotta lie guy
When you see me in the club, you ain't gotta ask why
I was Born Like This, no matter your skin tone
If I ever piss you off I hope you get pissed on
Peace sign to the cops when 'til ridin' by
Put the index on the trigger, let them bullets fly by
I was Born Like This, no matter your skin tone
If I ever piss you off I hope you get pissed on
[Verse 2]
Take it easy, last time that they heard about the bull
He was making moves with a lot of pull
A lot of gall, let my cojones drop to the floor
Then I dragged them motherfuckers around 'til they sore
Detroit ghetto red hot, doing dirt and pose for the fed shot
Ignorant, big dummies, red fox
Rare Glocks, you can share your thoughts on the sidewalk
Knock your face crooked like its fine art, nines spark
Another hot Winter followed by a cold Summer
You can watch us ball from a distance in the nose runners
You know them nose bleeds, me I know the old G's
In them shot callers movin' noseys coke leaves
Gangsta ass white boys who blow trees low key
Who pack big hammers like the brother of Loki
Take precautions when you approach me
I walk to where the hoes at and ask them "What's shaking like Freddie Roach, see?"
[Chorus 2]
Ain't no real love you ain't gotta lie guy
When you see me in the club, you ain't gotta ask why
I was Born Like This, no matter your skin tone
If I ever piss you off I hope you get pissed on
Peace sign to the cops when 'til ridin' by
Put the index on the trigger, let them bullets fly by
I was Born Like This, no matter your skin tone
If I ever piss you off I hope you get pissed on
Ain't no real beef you ain't gotta lie guy
When you see me in the streets, you ain't gotta ask why
I was Born Like This, no matter your skin tone
If I ever piss you off I hope you get pissed on
Peace sign to the cops 'til they ridin' by
Put the index down and let the middle fly high
I was Born Like This, no matter your skin tone
If I ever piss you off I hope you get pissed on
Born Like This was written by Kuniva.
Born Like This was produced by Block Symfany.