Walberto by Eto Lyrics
[Verse 1: Eto]
Why did a Chi Chi have to go, why ain’t he open the door
I know, cause he wasn’t only defending himself
Tell Gina you let a reall nigga die
Scrape the oowop
That wasn’t s’posed to be Salazar in that blue drop
Two stops, filled the shoebox I brought the yayo back
I know when they return I know where they go at
Now I’m Walberto and it’s looking like you lost turbo
You on furlough, fresh home
God works though
Until we die, keep your heart purple
Keep a small circle, know how we ride
Hold it inside, but it’s heavy and it haunts
They still lust fake love
Just ask Benny from the Bronx
I’m still spending that old bread that don’t stale
I ain’t receive no mail, my lady don’t know Gail
Hell, I keep em on they ballerinas
Since my last subpoena, it’s been great and the grass is greener
Catch a breather, I’ll meet you at the pool hall later
Keep it in mind it ain’t as cheap now, it do cost paper
We in the grind where the young guys budging, you see the young guys runnin’
We getting old now, I sometimes love it
Fuck it
I ain’t complaining I’m just saying
They ain’t playin’ remember the sunrayin’
It’s changin’, gotta adapt
Sad to say we gotta build an empire from scratch
That’s a pig that flies straight, but not if it rats
What’s that? Stabbed in the front, shot in the back
Had to show ‘em this ain’t ‘93
I’m a stand up guy, no comedy
That’s highway robbery
But nowadays not for me
Keep it cool though
You know
Why did a Chi Chi have to go, why ain’t he open the door
I know, cause he wasn’t only defending himself
Tell Gina you let a reall nigga die
Scrape the oowop
That wasn’t s’posed to be Salazar in that blue drop
Two stops, filled the shoebox I brought the yayo back
I know when they return I know where they go at
Now I’m Walberto and it’s looking like you lost turbo
You on furlough, fresh home
God works though
Until we die, keep your heart purple
Keep a small circle, know how we ride
Hold it inside, but it’s heavy and it haunts
They still lust fake love
Just ask Benny from the Bronx
I’m still spending that old bread that don’t stale
I ain’t receive no mail, my lady don’t know Gail
Hell, I keep em on they ballerinas
Since my last subpoena, it’s been great and the grass is greener
Catch a breather, I’ll meet you at the pool hall later
Keep it in mind it ain’t as cheap now, it do cost paper
We in the grind where the young guys budging, you see the young guys runnin’
We getting old now, I sometimes love it
Fuck it
I ain’t complaining I’m just saying
They ain’t playin’ remember the sunrayin’
It’s changin’, gotta adapt
Sad to say we gotta build an empire from scratch
That’s a pig that flies straight, but not if it rats
What’s that? Stabbed in the front, shot in the back
Had to show ‘em this ain’t ‘93
I’m a stand up guy, no comedy
That’s highway robbery
But nowadays not for me
Keep it cool though
You know