Получи текст песни Kurupt f Krook - Space Boogie: Smoke Oddesseyна свой мобильный!
Отправь SMS с текстом 55788-110-7794 на номер 5537.
Предложение действительно для Российских операторов.
* send corrections to the typist
[Intro- Kurupt](Krook) Yeah, My Life Kurupt Young Gotti, Why everybody mad (The life I live) (Yeah..) Yeah, Lifes a bitch homie
[Hook- Krook] Back in the days Growing up in the hood Run-ning those silly streets Always up to no good Were up all night... And sleep all day The strangle and find a way to get payed The life I live...
[Verse 1- Kurupt] Yeah money and cars, Life of a gangsta in world of stars Family and friends the way lifes starts and the ways it ends 8 feeled with inspiration-16 seperated-17 I graduated 21 I finally made it-hope flows-life driffs-money wastes-blood drips Learn a little bit, earn a little more A close mouth don`t defend dip behind doors This is my insurence just to reinsure Its hard to exist, in this existence Pistol blazing fifths in this existence I tra-vel a million miles just so-I can see A million in one miles, a million in one thousand Casin`, and-carry the case just like grates in waist sell fates in my states Imperial game, help you survive except with the imperial aim To shoot through clouds, be a little quite You just to loud, you need a silencer You bust to loud
[Hook- Krook]
[Verse 2- Kurupt] Yeah money and cars, Life of a gangsta in world of stars Yeah I remember-Family and friends the way lifes starts and the ways it ends Broken down-taken up-dropped off-knocked off-grow up-blew up What now-shut down-shackled, chains singled out blame Wit-Not enough heart, to stand up for I ain`t got a pistol pointed whatcha hand up for Gave up lost cars as something we fighting for lost following crowds Look at a nigga now, it doesn`t matter whos wrong or right I guess Long as you fight for yours with all might I guess This whole confutation, to much stress Wars for the wrong reasons how our mamas looking at me How the hoods looking at me badder-or-good looking at me Mellowing up the shy day play by me I`m something ya`ll never you wanna grow up to be Dogg Pound Gangstaz, D-P-G Sincerely to you paragraph by me Young Gotti
[Hook- Krook]
[Verse 3- Kurupt] Yeah money and cars, Life of a gangsta in world of stars Without-my family and friends the way lifes starts and how they end What a day, why trip, I`ve been living to much of my life on the hit Hop, the 6-4 round the block When all the homies use to bang playin it rock Get ya game together, learn and earn More abaration and less street concern A penny sayer, is million in a year I`ll be busting til` theres no feeling in your ear Moves calculated, Just a sneak peek for the homies push mad dogs threads in U-Neek I don`t know why they playing fo`, I got feeling bout what we-be spaying fo` Theres a time for everythang, trust me homie Don`t try to over sell me or under cut me homie Keep it on the run and you`ll reach the two And to all the real homies this ones for you
[Hook- Krook]
[Ending Verse- Kurupt](Krook) Yeah money and cars, Life of a gangsta in world of stars Yeah with-my family and friends its the way lifes starts and the ways they end (The life I live..) Yeah, My life (The life I live) Kurupt Young Gotti (Yeah...) (The life I live..) (The life I live) (The life I live..) (The life I live)
|