Dadgummit

歌詞

( Intro ) Now let me get this right... when Jesus left here He left a going away place for me, and when he prepared that place He'll come back and receive me, now where he is at, I'll be... Now that's what you call a beautiful thought, Jack ( Verse 1 ) This mics on? I take chances and play a lot of felony games That's why my rent and my utilities are in Melanie name Sometimes don't ever change, it's too easy to obtain Cocaine, that's what my people did to dabble in the dope game I've done the dope thing, tenths, grams, quarters, halves I was a natural cuz I was pretty good at math Hot temper you can catch me on a warpath You know what they say; hard head make a soft ass Livin life like tonight can be the last night Cops in the car with the dogs and the flashlights (fuck!) Got me laid out across the hood It's all good aint nothin in there but leather wood This harassment is nonstop, and when it's not the cops it's the block Haystak didn't come back whippin no Maybach How fake is that, y'all know me better than that But I'll rock a drop top SL Escalade truck and shit Who that big fat white ass think he fuckin with Don't that muthafucka know he had to suffer He keep on comin through with that and end up a sucker ( Chorus ) 2x Now one day, I'm gon die But until then, I'm gon ride I feel I, I can almost fly It can go down tonight, Dadgummit! ( Verse 2 ) I was a broke head, a raggedy broke head Probably end up in jail dead or be a cokehead My mission to get more bread, more fed, and more head Work hard until I drop dead So much sweat and blood shed Tears I wept, the nights that came and went and I never slept It's crazy what one would do to uphold a rep It's boundaries, men don't overstep But yet, the newspaper full of incidents Dude didn't have to die, that shit was senseless Violence is a statistic, it grows on our existence Me personally, myself, I'm against it But so many dudes from other crews stay with him You ain't gotta a chance if you get to beefin with him Got six guns, shotguns and handguns Semi-automatic magnums, keep your pants up We can't afford to get caught with them now And they roll up on ya like “Yeah, talk shit now!” And they already got they guns out But time won't allow you to get yours out (blaow!) And about the time that you reach for your pocket Bullets hit your muthafuckin ass like rockets You couldn't return fire, it happened so fast That's how they do it, they sneak up and bust a cap in your ass Now it's just a bunch of good talk about ya in slow songs Everybody telling everybody to be strong Positive, cuz they gotta move on Even though shit won't ever be the same now that you gone Gone, meanin dead gone meanin outta here Gone, meanin you won't have no birthday next year Gone, meanin your kid no longer got a father Cuz pops was preoccupied provin he was harder ( Chorus ) 2x ( Verse 3 ) So much opposition, accomplish impossibilities So much hositiliy hemmed up within me So many enemies and very few friends I mean thick and thin and muthafuckas who ride to the end You be lucky if you got enough to tote you to the hole Cuz them fair-weather friends get low when it's cold I got women in my yard, diggin for gold Mama said they was coming and, low and behold I made a lil money, people think made a money Sometimes, I wish God would just take it from me So I can see who's around here because they love me And I could know who'd be down with me if I was bummy Who'd feed me if I was hungry, clothe me if I was naked And hoochies on my dick cuz I made a few records Who'd be at the hospital when a tragedy happened Standin with family when they talking to the chaplain ( Chorus ) 2x