Letra de The projects

"It may take a long time, but my house will last forever
- and it will have been worth it.
What are you going to build your house with?"

[Dove]
Yo I´m stayin where we gettin crazy love
My noisy neighbors live just above me
up in 13-A, there´s drama e´ryday
The Super say he gon´ fix the heat for sure
Tchk, I done heard it five times before
Three locks on every door
- cause some folks got the tendency to take
It ain´t Beverly Hills, more like Stephanie Mills
I never knew love like this could ever exist
Four corners in your metropolis
Yo it´s the PJays pah!
We exquisite like cars made in foreign
See ain´t a day out here, ever boring
Where gunshots keep you up instead of heavy snoring
Pipes dripping, instead of rivers pouring
The elevator´s broken down (daaaamn!)
and man I´m needin a lift
Thank God we don´t stay up on the twenty-fifth
- floor, yo we ain´t always at war
It´s a lot about the Projects I do adore

Chorus: Dove, Del

But you wouldn´t understand it
The PJays is like another planet
Heavy like granite
You wouldn´t understand it
The cops will catch you drawers down
Red-handed, it´s outlandish
But you wouldn´t understand it
The PJays is like another planet
You wouldn´t understand it
The cops will catch you drawers down
Red-handed, it´s outlandish
"Yo it´s the PJays.."
{"cau.. cause where I come from.."}
{"where we live is called the Projects" -> Pos}
".. The PJays.."
{"cau.. cause where I come from.."}
{"you might-might-might, might get done..")
".. The PJays.."
{"cau.. cause where I come from.."}
{"where we live is called the Projects" -> Pos}
".. The PJays.."
{"cau.. cause where I come from.."}
{"What was that you said?"}

[Del the Funky Homosapien]
Come to our projects bout fo´ in the morning
So I can tell you what be goin on there
One block gunshots some hot stuff
Sell it to you for a buck, boy that ain´t enough!
(C´mon) Handcuffs on your brotherman; my wife´s wonderin
When you gonna fix that tenant´s plumbing man?
I´m tired - this ghetto´s cool, but it´s on fire
I see this fool with a crack pipe, lookin wired
Hookers for hire (what?) look at the plywood (look!)
on the building where termites is living (EW)
My wife sleeps peacefully, it ain´t easy to me
cause I´m tripping off these peoples with they thievery
Black white chicano - hell if I know
Every guy know about the stolen cell phone
I got the hook-up - police got me shook-up
in court, can´t even fart
It´s okay though, I got the building, that pay dough
But some tenants act like they can say no (hey)
I´m gettin older in my years
Feel me? I got a folder worth of fears (yup)
But it´s cool, we gotta make it better (make it better)
Don´t take my sweater (c´mon) y´all make my head hurt
I ain´t even gonna finish this song, it´s too long
I´ma watch Cops, in my La-Z-Boy, in my thong

Chorus