Goines Tale Songtext
von CRU

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Uh, this joint right here
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Is dedicated to the infamous
Late great, Donald Goines
Word life
C-R-U, crew representation


Black girl lost ′cause pops is Daddy Cool
Former dope fiend, now a pimp, damn fool (Right)
He's a black gangsta, inner city hoodlum
Fat prankster, must admit, a pretty good one
But little do he know, he on the death list and shit
This will be Kenyatta′s escape, Kenyatta's last hit
Crime partners, he and Cam was
'Til one day they spark that traum up and got a buzz
Said he heard Kenyatta had boned his wife
So he shot him over this rumor, tried to take his life
Promised Kenyatta would never die alone
So he went home and shot his wife while she was on the phone
Shot her in the head, and as she lay dead
Pimp jetted in his El Dorado red
Kenyatta didn′t die and he would cry revenge
Wouldn′t stop 'til he saw the pimp′s dead end
Pimp went to whorehouse to see his street players (Right)
Collect all the dough 'cause, yo, that′s what the day is
Pimp's called Swamp Man ′cause he's like a monster
Violent in the streets ever since he was a youngster
See, he was a whore's son, son of a whore
And from this, the violent mental scars he bore
Forgot about Kenyatta, thought Kenyatta was ghost
While doin′ what he gotta, tryna make the most
And for them two shootings, he never got caught
Swamp Man ended up in the new house he bought
Cam found out with the quickness where he lived
Slid to the address to wet up the crib
Uzi and vest, he ain′t fessed
Sprayed his breast, did his best to put that pimp to the test
Six months later, Cam was back
Instead of a Uzi, this time he had a MAC in his backpack
Yawnin' in the wee hours of the mornin′
Pimp's known to leave his whorehouse at dawn
And there he is, suddenly appears
Nothing in his hand except a six-pack of Heineken beers
Steps out the bushes, the trigger he pushes
Hits up Swamp Man and mad blood gushes
Fills him with lead, puts one ass in his head, then slides
Swamp Man lay dead
Runs up a few blocks, there go the cops
They must′ve heard the rat-a-tat pops of the shots
His mind's racin′, wonderin' what he should do
Give up or say "Fuck it" and spray the cops too
Stops in his tracks and bends down and kneels
He's been shot before, yo, he know how it feels
Drops his gun and with it the beef
Now a white man′s justice, a black man′s grief
(Come on)