Palmdale Lyrics

Palmdale lyrics

Just like bums, we used to stay in the slums of LA by the way
Gang-bangers
killin' each other for rep, sellin' rock cocaine on my doorstep
Had a ball
to bounce plus a bike to ride, but my mamma never would let me play
outside.
But when I got enrolled in elementary school, started bangin' like
a fuckin' fool.
So cool, throwin' up gang signs to the gangster (?), shot an
enemy from across the street
Mamma came home, said she got a good job. Daddy
did too. Now they don't squab.
Financially, we improvin'. 2 months later,
son, we movin'.
No more duckin' from shotgun shells. Bought a two-story
house in East Palmdale.
(give it to me now.)

Palmdale, come back to
me.
I need you and I love you, baby.
Palmdale, come back to me.
(Check
it out, check it out, check it out.)

No more rats and no more roaches,
livin' next door ito football coaches.
Now I got a new place to sell me
crack. Now I got little white kids to jack.
I stopped wearin' blue, wasn't
trippin' on red. Too busy squabbin' with the skinheads.
Stupid questions,
distract the class. Rubbin' little white girls on the ass.
I didn't really
care if I passed or failed, I knew I was headed for the NFL,
Until the
playoff game, shoulder got hurt. I thought about my future, layin' in the
dirt.
I can't jump, I can't flinch. Superstar player, ridin' the
bench.
Graduate from school? Don't make me laugh. I got an F+ in basic
math.
(give it to me now.)

Palmdale, (Hell, yeah.) come back to
me.
I gotta do one song for my neighborhood. Bucccoooc!
Palmdale, come
back to me.
(check it out.)

I knew I couldn't make it in the white
man's world, so I bought me some khakis and a Geri curl.
I knew I couldn't
make it to the NFL, so I went to East Palmdale and started slingin'
yell.
Fo' sho'! I was makin' crazy dough. Shoulda dropped outta school a
long time ago.
Bought a cell phone, like a nut. Now I deliver like Pizza
Hut.
I drunk whisky and Bacardi. I sold dope to anybody.
Me and my homies
sold dubs and dimes, took turns bustin' rhymes just to pass the time.
A white
man drove up to my spot. He said, Hey, homeboy, what you got?
I put a fat
rock inside his hand. About 25 sheriffs jumped out the van.
(Get down,
punk.)

Palmdale, (Hell, yeah) come back to me.
I need you and I love
you, baby.
Palmdale, come back to me.
(check it out, check it out, check
it out.)

Can't get drunk. Can't get blunted. LA County, 95
hundred.
Crips wanna take my All-stars. Bloods wanna eat my Snicker
bars.
Them peckerwoods don't want none, but the Mexican's straight own
one.
Them Essays, (???) that Essays always try to test me,
So I jumped
off the bed, cause I ain't no punk. Jammed his head up against the
bunk.
Socked that Cholo in his chin. Black mutha-fuckas scared to jump
in.
Sheriff broke it up when we hit the floor. I kept talkin' shit cause I
want some more.
Back in town, we get along with the brown. Now I'm in jail,
they tryin' to beat me down.
Jail is hell, but I'll adapt. Won't hesitate to
get in a scrap.
'Cause I'm down for mine, and that's for certain, sittin' in
the hole with my knuckles hurtin'.
(Palmdale)

Palmdale, (Hell, yeah.)
come back to me.
I need you and I love you, baby.
Palmdale, come back to
me.
(check it out, homeboy.)

Now I got a fucked up life. Two bad kids
and a naggin' wife.
Dead end job at the airport. Check too short to pay the
house note.
Turn on the TV, then I see different homeboys that went to
school with me
Playin' in the NFL. We used to kick back in East
Palmdale.
Rodney Williams. Lorenz Tate. Zeno plays for Colorado State.
I
wish my homeboys much success, but at the same time, I still get
depressed.
Walkin' through the wind with a cup full of gin thinkin' 'bout
things that coulda, woulda, shoulda been.
I wipe my tears, sip my beers,
wish good luck to my peers.
(Palmdale.)

Palmdale, come back to
me.
I need you and I love you, baby.
Palmdale, come back to me.
Cause
that's where my heartache began, heartache began.

Palmdale, come back to
me.
I need you and I love you, baby.
Palmdale, come back to me.
Cause
that's where my heartache began, heartache began.

Palmdale, come back to
me.
(Hey, all the homeboys on the football team, where y'all
at?)
Palmdale, come back to me.
(Hey, wherever you at in the world, I
don't care if you in Japan, Africa
hey, you know how we used to do it, man.
Hey, hey, hey.)
Yo, let me get a Palm (Palm!)
Yo, let me get a Dale
(Dale!)
Yo, what do we sell? (Yell!)
Yo, where we fittin' to go? (We
fittin' to go back to jail!)
[x4]

Dale. Palmdale. (Hey, everybody
just clap your hands.)
Dale. Palmdale. (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon.
Buci-buci-bucccoooc!)
Dale. Palmdale.
Dale. (Where them Falcons at?)
Palmdale. (It ain't over 'til the fat man sings.)
Dale. (Little Rock can't
get none. What, what?) Palmdale.
Dale. Palmdale.
[fade out.]