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Shinobi Video (MV)




Performed By: Ronnie D King
Language: English
Length: 1:41
Written by: Ronnie Shannon




Ronnie D King - Shinobi Lyrics




Pass that pass that
Pass that pass that nigga
Pass the j in the park like
Pass that pass that
Pass the j in the park like
Pass that pass that nigga
Pass the j in the park like

I wonder why days had to be like this

Had to see my momma fight
Physically use her fist

I was waving my dad bye
Felt like soon as he came he dipped

He dint wear no wave cap
Promise I can take you way back
On some Black street shit
Whole ghetto live here

If a peer die
Had to poor out a little beer

Yea
They Saying they On my side
I can't trust what I hear
You gone have to show me
Like I went def in my ears

Whole lotta weed smoke blood
Sweat and some tears

Tried and talk to a dead
White man all these years

Who ain't
Never appeared

But they say that i should fear

Had to realize my momma the only
Who brought me here

Cant question that no mo
Some of my friends is ghost

And I'm seeing dead people
Whenever they come to thought

In the middle of the night
Anotha joint I gotta spark

Reminisce on them days
We pass the J in the park like

Pass that pass that
Pass that pass that nigga
Pass the j in the park like
Pass that pass that
Pass the j in the park like
Pass that pass that nigga
Pass the j in the park like

I wonder why days had to be like this
I Had to fight for my life physically use my fist

Gangs tried to jump me
I had to hit or get hit

Made me think the next day
I needa carry round a stick

Just Incase I have to whack
A mutha f*cka Tryna trip

I ain't the grand master flash
Push me then I lose my head

Rather have it focused on music
And be bout my bread

You can do the watching and snitching
And Telling like the feds

In the studio
Tryna get these thoughts off my head
I ain't at the strip club

Leave them thots
For my friends

Want the big crib, back field with the picket fence
Not just anybody stepping up on my residence

Find a good low key stash
For them presidents

So much got damn change
It ain't even making since
Talked about this with friends
We was posted on the whip

I was telling them my vision
But shit it made me forget aye

Pass that pass that
Pass that pass that nigga
Pass the j in the park like
Pass that pass that
Pass the j in the park like
Pass that pass that nigga
Pass the j in the park like
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English

Pass that pass that
Pass that pass that nigga
Pass the j in the park like
Pass that pass that
Pass the j in the park like
Pass that pass that nigga
Pass the j in the park like

I wonder why days had to be like this

Had to see my momma fight
Physically use her fist

I was waving my dad bye
Felt like soon as he came he dipped

He dint wear no wave cap
Promise I can take you way back
On some Black street shit
Whole ghetto live here

If a peer die
Had to poor out a little beer

Yea
They Saying they On my side
I can't trust what I hear
You gone have to show me
Like I went def in my ears

Whole lotta weed smoke blood
Sweat and some tears

Tried and talk to a dead
White man all these years

Who ain't
Never appeared

But they say that i should fear

Had to realize my momma the only
Who brought me here

Cant question that no mo
Some of my friends is ghost

And I'm seeing dead people
Whenever they come to thought

In the middle of the night
Anotha joint I gotta spark

Reminisce on them days
We pass the J in the park like

Pass that pass that
Pass that pass that nigga
Pass the j in the park like
Pass that pass that
Pass the j in the park like
Pass that pass that nigga
Pass the j in the park like

I wonder why days had to be like this
I Had to fight for my life physically use my fist

Gangs tried to jump me
I had to hit or get hit

Made me think the next day
I needa carry round a stick

Just Incase I have to whack
A mutha f*cka Tryna trip

I ain't the grand master flash
Push me then I lose my head

Rather have it focused on music
And be bout my bread

You can do the watching and snitching
And Telling like the feds

In the studio
Tryna get these thoughts off my head
I ain't at the strip club

Leave them thots
For my friends

Want the big crib, back field with the picket fence
Not just anybody stepping up on my residence

Find a good low key stash
For them presidents

So much got damn change
It ain't even making since
Talked about this with friends
We was posted on the whip

I was telling them my vision
But shit it made me forget aye

Pass that pass that
Pass that pass that nigga
Pass the j in the park like
Pass that pass that
Pass the j in the park like
Pass that pass that nigga
Pass the j in the park like
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Writer: Ronnie Shannon
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