6am feat. Jim Jones,Jadakiss

歌詞

[Intro] I asked him he wanted me to hustle up his bail, but he said "no" He just didn't give a damn anymore [Hook] Six in the morning, police at my door Six in the morning, police at my door Six in the morning, police at my door Six in the morning, police at my door [Verse 1: Papoose] They would say "bling-bling," if my jewels could talk So you can still see me shining when the room gets dark I'm like Tony Danza, I'll show you who's the boss Teach my worker who's the fiends and who's the narcs It's a lot of niggas out trying to prove they hard 'Til you hit they cousin up, and make them move they aunt Yo, I would wild out and let the Rug' just spark But you know how the hood be when someone screwed your start All the basketball tournaments was cool to watch Bet your money: lose a little, or lose a lot They beat us by one point; yeah, them dudes was sharp But I'm a sore loser, so I had to shoot up the park I wouldn't of robbed your man if the fool was smart But a fool and his money will soon depart Then I went to my crib, went to sleep 'bout four When I woke up, police was at my door, damn... [Hook] [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Just aired the dice game out, that's the truth, babe 'Bout to hit the crib, take a shower, watch a bootleg Glad nothing popped off, got to get the bag out of the crib Goose dropped off, so it can get knocked off Then I got a sharp pain in my chest About knowing I ain't supposed to have it in the place I rest Yes – but it's a half a joint in there Two .40 cals with the hollow points in there Few bricks of diesel, couple pounds of purple Gallon of the water, plus a thousand circles A man hit me, saying that he'd be here in a minute All I've got to do is wrap it, and bring it down to the rented By now, it's a little past five And I'm still trying to roll, could barely open my eyes Next thing I know, she giving me a massage Instead of waking up rich, I woke up to a surprise [Hook] [Verse 3: Jim Jones] It goes: "six in the morning, police at my door" At five in the morning, I was up in this broad At four in the morning, we was out the club door A few hours before that, I was getting fresh in the store Now a week before that, I was at the car lot Thinking convertible so I can make the broad drop A half a mill in cash off a three-month run Them rubber bands stacks in ten-G lump sums Police is on our back 'cause we dump guns So when Bird Gang's outside, motherfucker, just run We just dumb, like the hyphy life I told you life was a bitch, not the wifey type Help you get the right bricks, if the price is right Catch you standing on the strip in the icy whites Season of heirs, we in the V switching gears Dropping the top, blowing weed in the air She's showing her ass, and Next think I know, I've got a detective all in my face Asking me all kinds of questions I don't know shit but get my lawyer [Hook]