- Nujabes I Had 2 歌詞
- Nujabes
- G: Whyd you slang crack
P: I had to
G: Whyd you pack the straps
P: Cause I had to)
G: Whydd you jack the scratch
P: Cause I had to
P: A nigga got to pay the fuckin rent
I got to work with what you gave me
Claiming Im a criminal and you the one that made me
They got me trapped in this slavery
now Im lost in this Holocaust headed for my grave G
I told Sam he could fuck the war
and got a busted jaw for sayin fuck the law
and if you wonder why Im mad check the record
Whats a nigga got to do to get respected?
Sometimes I think Im gettin tested
And if I dont say yes a niggas quick to get arrested
Thats the reason I stay zested
I keep a vest on my chest in case the cops are gettin restless
Walk around ready to light shit up
And since my life is fucked, some say Im slightly nuts
Buck, buck is the sound as I move up
Other niggas pay attention when Im fool, bust
They make a nigga be a killer I used to be a dealer
But they wanted to see whos realer
Now them same mothafuckas wanna murder me
And I wonder If the Lord ever heard of me (uh)
I need loot so Im doin what I do
And dont say shit until youve walked in my shoes
There was no other destiny to choose
I had nothin left to lose so Im singin nigga blues
Why did you slang crack (Cause I had to)
Why did you pack straps (Cause I had to)
Why did you jack the scratch (Cause I had to)
A nigga got to pay the fuckin rent
Poppa need brand new shoes
but what the fuck can a nigga do
My little boy got to eat too
So why must I sock a fella
Just to live large like Rockafella?
And did you ever stop to think
Im old enough to go to war
But I aint old enough to drink
Cops want to hit me with the book
And youre hooked on my eye dont give a fuck look
Make your rules Im a break em
No matter how much you make em
You show me bacon Im a take em
So dont you ever tempt me
Im a fool for mine nigga and my pockets stay empty
to my brothers In the barrio
You livin worse than the niggas In the ghetto so
I give a fuck about your language or complexion
You got love from the niggas in my section
Got love, you got problems with the punk police
Dont run from the chumps get the punk for me
We aint free Ill be damned if I played a trick
For a blonde hair blue-eyed Caucasian bitch (Bitch!)
Down with my homeboy Rich
Fuck a snitch and a groupie ass bitch
And the nigga with a cellular phone
Leave his baby at home so he can go out and bone
And you wonder why we blazin niggas
Cause you punks havin babies cant raise the niggas
And they bound to be fuckups too
Drinkin forties of brew singin nigga blues
[02:43.92]Why did you slang crack (Cause I had to)
[02:47.30]Why did you pack straps (Cause I had to)
[02:49.94]Why did you jack the scratch (Cause I had to)
[02:52.59]Now Im headin for the mothafuckin penn
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