City High - What would you do
Tekst :
[1st verse:]Boys and girls wanna hear a true story?
Saturday night was at this real wild party
They had the liquor overflowin the cup, about
5 or 6 strippers tryin to work for a buck
and I-took one girl outside wit me, her name
was Loni, she went to Junior High wit me,
I said, Why you up in there dancin for cash?,
I guess a whole lots changed since I seen you last
She said..
[Chorus:]
What would you do?, if your son was at home
crying all alone on the bedroom floor, cuz he s hungry
and thee only way to feed him is ta sleep wit a man
for a little bit of money, and his daddy s gone
somewhere smokin rock now, in and out of lock down,
I aint gotta job now, so for you this is just a good time
but for me this is what I call life
[2nd verse:]
Girl you aint thee only one wit a baby,
that s no excuse to be livin all crazy
then she looked me right square in the eye
and said everyday I wake up hopin to die,
she said- nigga I know about pain cuz,
me and my sista ran away, so my daddy
couldn t rape us, before I was a teenager
I done been through more shit, you can t even
relate ta!
[Chorus]
Ooooo
Then she said, What would you do? if....
Get up on my feet and let go of every excuse
What would you do? if....
Cuz I wouldn t want my baby, to go through what
I went through
What would you do? if....
Get up on my feet, stop makin tired excuses
What would you do? if...
Girl I know if my mother can do it, baby you can do it
Oooo, oooo, oooo-(yea, yea, yea, yea)
[Chorus]
What would you do? if yo son was at home,
crying all alone on the bedroom floor, cuz he s hungry
and the only way to feed him is to sleep wit a man
for a little bit of money, and his daddy s gone
somewhere smokin rock now, in and out of lock down,
I aint gotta job now, so for you this is just a good time
but for me this is what I call life (Come on)
[Chorus]
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
As strong as Samson
Psychiatrists and Lawyers...destroying Mankind
Drivin em Crazy...and Stealing em Blind
Bankers and Brokers...ruling the World
Storing the Silver...and Hoarding the Gold
Ain t no Use in Preachers Preaching
When They Don t Know What They re Preaching
Weakest Man, Be Strong As Samson
When You re Being Held to Ransom
Famine and Hardship...in True Living...
Drivin em Crazy...and Stealing em Blind
Bankers and Brokers...ruling the World
Storing the Silver...and Hoarding the Gold
Ain t no Use in Preachers Preaching
When They Don t Know What They re Preaching
Weakest Man, Be Strong As Samson
When You re Being Held to Ransom
Famine and Hardship...in True Living...
Omega point
Hey whats this?
Yea, excellent I love this kind of stuff
Is this your track or is this?
Hey, have you just put some ? ? ?
No longer any place mother nature can hide now
Far from space culture
Dazzling, spacial
That the instant...
Yea, excellent I love this kind of stuff
Is this your track or is this?
Hey, have you just put some ? ? ?
No longer any place mother nature can hide now
Far from space culture
Dazzling, spacial
That the instant...
Sans Logique
Si Dieu nous fait à son image si c était sa volonté
Il aurait du prendre ombrage du malin mal habité
Qui s immisce et se partage l innocence immaculée
De mon âme d enfant sage je voudrais comprendre
De ce paradoxe, je ne suis complice
Souffrez qu une autre en moi se glisse
Car sans...
Il aurait du prendre ombrage du malin mal habité
Qui s immisce et se partage l innocence immaculée
De mon âme d enfant sage je voudrais comprendre
De ce paradoxe, je ne suis complice
Souffrez qu une autre en moi se glisse
Car sans...
Wyspa szczęśliwych snów
Chłodny deszcz rankiem wita mnie
pośród czterech ścian smutno mi i źle
w sercu jakaś dziwna tęsknota
wciaż mi w życiu czegoś brak
stary druh moj przyjaciel wiatr
dzis powiedzial mi ze zna lepszy swiat
jesli zechce tam mnie zabierze
gdy tylko dam...
pośród czterech ścian smutno mi i źle
w sercu jakaś dziwna tęsknota
wciaż mi w życiu czegoś brak
stary druh moj przyjaciel wiatr
dzis powiedzial mi ze zna lepszy swiat
jesli zechce tam mnie zabierze
gdy tylko dam...
Pink slip blues
One day every week, I prop myself at my front door
One day every week, I prop myself at my front door
And the police force couldn t move me fore that mail man blow
Twas a little white paper Uncle Sam had done addressed to me
Twas a little white...
One day every week, I prop myself at my front door
And the police force couldn t move me fore that mail man blow
Twas a little white paper Uncle Sam had done addressed to me
Twas a little white...