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sittin' by the edge of da curb - gangsta dre lyrics

[intro]
no jewel on this planet shall forever shine on my like my diamond…
christopher crump…my daughter precious crump
my pearl, my world
just sittin here by the edge of the curb, just thinkin bout yall
chainsmoking my newports
forever struggle…world so cold

[verse 1]
sleep last night with my boots on
still in the zone
18 years and a half old without no place to call home
all alone, i thought my oldest friend was at home
but i call and call and they won’t pick up the phone
all alone and i’m just sittin by the curb n*gga, that’s the word n*gga
higher than the muf*ckin clutch of my trigga
and i figure if i’m dying, then i’m dying with heart
if it’s a movie than i’m playin my part
from the start i had love for my homies
and till the end i got love for my homies
show slugs for my homies
and all the n*ggas that know me know i’m cool like that
get off the loop and act a fool like that
and i come with real so you can feel me
f*ck all that other bullsh*t cause man that sh*t don’t thrill me
even if it k!lls me i’m gon get my point across
ain’t no love lost to my n*ggas in the state been payin the cost
we took a loss but it still turns
ask the world on my shoulders as my port burns
i’ll get my turn in the limelight one day
but as for now, i’m still strugglin, tryna make my pay
and everyday it’s the same struggle
n*ggas die for the hustle, tryin hard to use they muscle
[hook]
and i’m just sittin by the edge of the curb
that’s the word, and i’m screaming cause i wanna be heard
and i’m just sittin by the edge of the curb
that’s the word, smoking on a 20 sack of herb
and i’m just sittin by the edge of the curb
that’s the word, and i’m screaming cause i wanna be heard
and i’m just sittin by the edge of the curb
that’s the word, smoking on a 20 sack of herb
and i’m just sittin by the edge of the curb
that’s the word, and i’m screaming cause i wanna be heard

[verse 2]
back to back chainsmoking my newports
fresh outta court, owe 21 hun on child support
but i hope my kids can understand what daddy goin through
i often roll a stone, stessin havin less than you
and i feel ashamed, but baby that’s the game
i lay my ass right here and die for yall if it could change
might sound strange, but i’m feeling like the pain…
can’t get no worse, if it’s a curse somebody tell me who’s to blame
my main concern…is my two kids and all the habit’s they’ll learn
and they choice they make when it’s they turn
it’s a long journ, but keep your head above you
there’s gon be times when you feel like no one loves you
no one can judge you but yourself, and the man that brought you into this play
and don’t want you to see that look on my face
that i seen on my relly mafi…when he died and left us all up in tears
ain’t cried that long in all of my years
swallow your fears and learn to play the game by ear
be quick to listen, slow to speak, and watch how long you’ll live
and the more you give, then the more you gon recieve
and the more you jab at it, then the more you gon achieve
you better believe it’s gon be ups and downs when mommy and daddy ain’t around
but this goes on in every town, so you’re not alone
my diamond and my pearl
and i sacrifice for my son chris and my precious little girl
and the world so cold
[hook]
and i’m just sittin by the edge of the curb
that’s the word, smoking on a 20 sack of herb
and i’m just sittin by the edge of the curb
that’s the word, and i’m screaming cause i wanna be heard
and i’m just sittin by the edge of the curb
that’s the word, smoking on a 20 sack of herb
and i’m just sittin by the edge of the curb
that’s the word, and i’m screaming cause i wanna be heard

[verse 3]
from time to time i often find myself homeless
feel like i’m hopeless
and i really don’t think that i can cope this, can’t keep focus
when the smoke hits my lungs it’s like a pain reliever, taking off a ton
and i tried to run but keep running out of air
plus it helps hide the fact that life is so unfair
and it ain’t nowhere like home but home is in the past
and for a rolling stone, a home will never last
who do i ask when i need answers?
the thought of being on our own enchanting, but it’s serious as cancers
streets so cold…make a young man feel old
and i feel so weak that i can’t carry off this load
but i chose this road…
as i got older my nights have gotten colder and colder
i walked for miles with the world up on my shoulders
when i was a youngsta growing up in my hood
man, i thought for the rest of my life it’d be all good
and i wish it could but it gets deeper by the year
and like the average joe, i fight amongst my peers but i still love em
thinking back when we first started thuggin
now half the n*ggas that had it made is either dead or strugglin
can the world get uglier than this?
at night i close my eyes and make a wish
when i plead to god, i tell him this
give me the strength to take another step
livin in these where fear and life’s almost the same as fear and death
and the world so cold
[hook]
and i’m just sittin by the edge of the curb
that’s the word, smoking on a 20 sack of herb
and i’m just sittin by the edge of the curb
that’s the word, and i’m screaming cause i wanna be heard
and i’m just sittin by the edge of the curb
that’s the word, smoking on a 20 sack of herb
and i’m just sittin by the edge of the curb
that’s the word, and i’m screaming cause i wanna be heard

[outro]
the world so cold
the chosen one…golden child!
give some shouts out to all the people that stand by me on all the days on the curb:
vontino, at sound, all my family that agrees then stand by me
and i’m just sittin by the edge of the curb
that’s the word, smoking on a 20 sack of herb
and i’m just…
uhh…happy birthday to my daughter precious crump
and i’m just sittin by the edge of the curb
my son christopher crump
that’s the word, smoking on a 20 sack of herb
and i’m just sittin by the edge of the curb
that’s the word, and i’m screaming cause i wanna be heard
and i’m just sittin by the edge of the curb
that’s the word, smoking on a 20 sack of herb
and i’m just sittin by the edge of the curb
that’s the word, and i’m screaming cause i wanna be heard
and i’m just sittin by the edge of the curb
that’s the word, smoking on a 20 sack of herb
and i’m just sittin by the edge of the curb
that’s the word, and i’m screaming cause i wanna be heard
and i’m just sittin by the edge of the curb
that’s the word!!!

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