Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: The ClickНазвание : LifeДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : west coast rap hip-hop rap gangsta rap hip hop Видео:
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It`s the first of the month and my beeper is blowing I can`t stop cause my cash is flowing I`m baggin` em` up bustin` em` down quickly Cause I got five brothers waitin` on me at Thrifty`s I`m in the other bucket on the late night pursuit With two kis and and forty ounce of brew I ain`t trippin` cause my tags are legit Ah shit, now them tats is on my tip So I drops my brew, what the fuck am I to do (Pass the street to shake that fool) So I smashed on my pedal and rolled down Golden Gate And threw these motherfuckin` kis in the lake [Verse 2] Guess who comes through, it`s a fool I gat tapped that ass, red dog, and boo We kicks it on the Hill everyday Slangin` rocks with glocks now we gots to get paid The street life`s how I`m livin` and the po-po tryin` to get me But they can`t catch up to a motherfuckin` philly That`s how I`m livin` in the day But when it comes night I packs a forty and an AK Waitin` for some punk to jump so I can start to pop And put some motherfuckin` holes in his drop The watch his ass grasp, then I laugh He shouldn`t have last so I taxed his punk ass [Chorus] Street life, because there`s no place I can go Street life, it`s the only life I know Street life, there`s a thousand lives a day Street life, until you play your life away [Verse 3] A young brother in the game with my fame and glory I`m really down for my pops and the hardcore stories Mandatory is my money, ya best believe Because I`m rollin` through ya town with gold tone D`s Lookin` clean with my mug on mean But in the ghetto it ain`t nothin` but dope fiends I pull up on the turf not thinkin` of gettin` burnt With a nine in the trunk it ain`t gon` be no funk Serious about my mail, don`t give a fuck about a jail cell Because I post bail and all hell breaks loose Cause I got juice, though it seems to me In reality the other man is out to get me [Verse 4] Forever on the run, that shit ain`t funny And I ain`t never heard of no extra money The ninety-eight cents, no food for less I send a dope fiend to steal my Guess The ghettos of a way where the players star Where white men won`t, where white kids won`t They say it ain`t cool and it`s bad for they health And if ya hit magazine then break ya self Cause that`s the rules man and don`t ask why Either you slang, gangbang, or die My only concern is to strive Fucked up around in the street life [Chorus] [Verse 5] The reason I ain`t do eighteen yet, check Is because I got people praying for me, bet I pays my ties even though the money`s filthy Don`t wanna go to church because I feel guilty The way of the street life is really quite scary Thinkin` tomorrow man I might get married So when I leave my pad I grab mt glock And my bulletproof vest and my ski mask dock On the gooch pal, I won`t be caught out of bounds Can`t let these fools stop my life So I strive, I might be about one eight But in the mind I more like twenty eight I see the po-po poppin` the brothers droppin` Niggaz plottin` and children starvin` All this shit in my face I gotta get up out of this place The middle of V ain`t enough see A nigga feel like I gotta sell D I share a room with six little brothers Three to a bed fightin` over covers The crack of dawn, I read the paper A Jewish old lady said a nigga raped her The finger always points at the black man But not the whites, Filipinos, or Mexicans [Chorus] | Похожие исполнители:
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