Текст песни Dre Dog - Situation Critical
Dre Dog - Situation Critical слова песни
Situation critical cause shit ain`t nothin niceMotherfuckers play for keeps so niggaz lose they lifeMoney comes in different ways, the dope game`s kinda slowNiggaz used to havin money are lookin kinda po`Dank or dope, there ain`t no hope this niggaz peelin capsGangstas pullin major leagues and brag about the jackSituation critical this chewy got me stuckIndo calm a nigga down but keeps a nigga pumpedMy partners mamas smokin rocks and turns into a hoeAnd since they fuck with that right nigga the gat will snort and blowKillas move in silence and the jokers run they mouthFightin fools that don`t exist take that nigga outCause his love is murder, two jack burgers takin your respectCoke and dank sex then baked your homies in the setSo flash yo cash and whoop your ass if you`ve got more than meAnd whatever you got is more than mine so nigga let me seeCause jealousy`s reality when it comes to niggaz breadAnd snitches go from rags to riches bitin to the fedsCause coke is green and money is king and niggaz want the crownSo all you niggaz goin up you fuckers goin downThe situations critical with stories on the streetsKill em dead and get yo bread but make sure that you eatBut I ain`t done yetThe situations criticalMy baby`s momas trippin, got my son and I can`t keep himWanna cry to hear him on the phone, but she won`t let me see himThis chewy got me paranoid and goin kinda scaredNiggaz startin to know my face so I had to cut my hairCause nigga, shit is gettin thick from here to AlabamaCause every nigga`s tryin ta like Tony "Face" MontanaSome niggaz talk about they`ll kill, but nigga no you won`tSome niggaz that dream of playin hoop but end up sellin dopeCause 3, 6, 5 like everyday man dolja takes it tollAnd motherfuckas live to be a G OriginalCause kill groups, its keys the juke, and rubber band they G`sMoney shows this ain`t no joke, well bow down to your kneesSituation critical, fuck a 9 to 5Chewy got these niggaz amped and they ain`t scared to dieSo mix me with that bullshit and hit me with that bankMake me with that bammer bitch and rush me with that dankTime is runnin out partna, time ain`t runnin inMy freedom is the only life, so fuck the fuckin penSo as I chew my juicy fruit and think about the deadAnd all my niggaz that had died because they had some breadMy mind is on another level nigga this is typicalCheck my eyes I`m dyin inside, situations criticalSituations criticalNiggaz dressin rich, knowin they broke without a doubtBorn and raised in the same hood in a roach infested houseSituation critical I think I`m bout to dieThe enemy is creepin up and fuckin off my highA nigga hit the 5th and makes it home in desperationWipe the sweat, hold my chest, and then I plot retaliationNow before you clown you best calm down cause I read you like a bookNow must you stare cause I don`t care, cause I won`t even lookThangs ain`t what they used to be a motherfucka told yaNiggaz got the mind to kill and that includes the rollersCause 2, 4, 7 like everyday niggaz servin cluckersBeatin up the bustas, fuckin Tommy TuckersSome niggaz say they gangstas and they love when money foldsBut mosta the time these niggaz be beefin over hoesCause pussy comes a savage beast and it also makes you brokeEspecially when that sexy freak is snortin all your cokeSo check my situation fool and check my state of mindNo matter how you makin paper nigga, thats a grindMy indo have an increase this week from eighth up to a halfAnd nothin funny motherfucka, nigga why you laugh?So fuck this fame and fuck these records, motherfuck these rapsMy mother`s broke there ain`t no hope, her son ain`t got no snapsIts the same old song I`m doin wrong, fool this is typicalFuck the fuckin world mama, situations criticalSituations critical