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[Z-Ro] No more letters to the President, this one is to Jehovah What was born into the world as a Christian, now becomes a soldier I`m pimping a pen from living in sin, so niggaz like my song Chef Ro-V up in the kitchen, so these cluckers like my stones Mo City Texas that`s my home, but I`m known to be a loner Never no witness to this crime, when I`m creeping the fuck up on you 1 by 1 and a cigarette, maybe Newport shorts and a box of possibly Kool Just a nigga do anything to get paid, they say I`m a god damn fool I conversate with mama, but she can`t answer me back I`m in a world one deep missing that lady, cause that cancer did that It got a nigga looking for a wife, but most of these hoes be living shife Wait till a nigga get paid then get leid, and try to take a nigga life I just can`t take no more my heart is broke, and it got too many cracks Any woman I love don`t need a pistol, cause she be killing me with that So look into my eyes, and please tell me what you see Will they open the pearly gates for me, I wanna be free
[Hook - 2x] I wonder if the sun shines, on the other side Cause I bet my mama, ain`t seen a rainy day since she died And maybe being gone, ain`t all that bad It`s gotta be better than wasting time, with a pen and a pad
[Z-Ro] Living in poverty, ain`t part of the plan So I`m on the corner, hustling with work in my hand I know my mama, wouldn`t approve of my lifestyle But see I must get it the way I live, and that`s right now My nigga my credit`s fucked up, so I can`t put nothing in my name Let alone I`m having hard times, maintaining some change I`m so familiar with anger, smoking B can`t even stop the pain I walk assured, God please stop the rain While I`m fiending for heaven, seem like hell is what I`m living For my destiny`s to die, or forever walk the prison floor How can I be a man, 24 with no home I`m putting the piece to your dome, and leaving it like the ozone A cold cold world, that we living in Killas`ll take your life, and it ain`t gotta be about no divid-ends Forgive me for my sins, I`m just trying to make it Trying to keep my pistol from my head, cause I just can`t take it
[Hook - 2x]
[Z-Ro] I wonder if the Lord, is gonna show me some compassion Or will I be victim to motherfuckers, when they blasting Having flashbacks of `94, with bullets to the back Cause my homies left me lonely, now my partna is my strap Living everyday like it`s my last one, so I`m tripping Keep my finger on the trigga nigga, everytime I`m flipping I don`t wanna be another face, on a T-shirt So when motherfuckers bring the drama, me and Nina burst Know I need to be in church, but I`m trapped out on the block Pumping rock after rock, God please make it stop I`m a victim of the struggle, trying to make my life easy But it ain`t what I expected, it`s hectic it`s sleezy I`m on my knees daily, asking God to stop the pain Dealing with all this damn strain, see my pistol see my brain About to take my final stand, I`m a man in his own mind Steady hurting, but I hope I heal in time
[Hook - 2x]
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