Текст песни Big Pokey f Lil` O - That`s All We Had
Big Pokey f Lil` O - That`s All We Had слова песни
(Lil` O talking)Uh, put out the struggle, put out the struggle, for those that hustleI reminisce when(Chorus - 2x)That`s all we had, five on a dime, two on some gasCouldn`t get no hoes cause we didn`t have no cashBut still we was alive, so still we was gladCause that`s all we had[Lil` O]I remember scoring fifty pack wrapping my rocks and plasticSlanging this up to dopefiends when times got drasticJust a young nigga trying to shine and have shitAnd turn my chump change into a million like magicMy situation tragic, my pockets was hurtingAnd player ain`t nothing worse than a broke nigga flirtingI can`t forget the day, Karen till he pulled up swervingMy mouth, dropped when I seen Corey blunt suburbanI said it got to be a feeling manTo ride on 20`s, screens hanging from the ceiling manCrawling turning hoes heads like a ceiling fanA youngster wishing he was balling got to feel my painBut still I said, hold your head niggaCause one day you gone shine and roll red niggaJust keep your business on the low and don`t full fled niggaReal g`s, pay they dues, so thank godFor your life and grind to get there fool(Chorus - 2x)[Big Pokey]I remember `fore, trust me, no bus feeNot even a hot dollar to my M-A and meIt ain`t no joke g, when a nigga broke seeSeem like nobody know me, so I stay low keyRiding it out, like a O.G. Mash and put it up, like a nigga told meBy all means, I`ma mash to get itAnd I`ma mash for my cash till I mash and hit itGot to stash to stay with it, keep you a bang`Fore you make a move, think, stay sharp as a shankAnd the room display, we got dues to payIf we don`t live for tomorrow, we gone lose todayWho`s to say, that you can`t succeedSet your mind to achieve, with the knowledge you retrieveAlways believe and have faith in the manEverything will go according to plan, knowI`msaying(Chorus - 2x)[Lil` O]See when you broke, hoes act funnyThat`s why most niggas grind hard to stack moneyWe was skinny niggas, trying to get fat tummiesAll I wanted was a cadillac and bad honiesBut still a player had to take his timeCause young niggas go to the penn for trying to shineI`ve seen boys get twenty years for slanging dimesOut here thinking it`s a game, boy you out of lineAnd now you doing time[Big Pokey]But I got to grindAnd mash for this paper cause I got to shine And watch theses hating ass niggas so I cock the nineAnd keep my business on the low, cause they drop the dimeAnd for real nigga I ain`t lying, that fast money, shoe box stash moneyOne way street, cause you really a crash dummyCash money, it`s M-O-EAnd nigga, I`m just glad to be free(Chorus - 2x)