Текст песни E.S.G. - What You See
E.S.G. - What You See слова песни
[Hook](what you see), is the ice and the cars(is what you get), a black man with stars(what you see), is the fortune and the fame(is what you get), another struggle in the game(what you see), is the house and the chrome(is what you get), paparazzi round your home(what you see), O.G. E.S.G.(is what you get), nothing but the truth for me[E.S.G.]And I don`t care who you is, this song pertains to youEspecially if you went through, some of the thangs I went throughIn and out of jail, posession with intent to sellTrying to make it out the ghetto, sometimes orders hellNow inhale exhale, hydro spellMy cousin Terell in the cell, with all the rest of the black malesMight as well let the kids, stay with grandma tonightCause his daddy in the FED`s, and his mama on the pipePlus this rap life ain`t right, it`s snakes under the tableBelieve what I`m saying, that`s why I left the mo` labelsIt`s the same game, a new coach a new teamBut this year I`m the only playa, know what I mean[Hook][E.S.G.]I remember being told, everything glitter ain`t goldSome of these rappers scream platinum, can`t show with they soulOld Rocky ghetto role, President ain`t caringSee you think we got it bad, better ask Hank AaronWent from riding in back of the bus, to owning them hoesThrowing DVD`s in em, balling out of controlSee a set of 24`s, don`t make me better than youBut a fresh paint job, make me wetter than youNow I remember being broke, without a god damn quarterNo more Kool-Aid in the fridge, better drink some sugar waterNo gangstas in the hood, living good moving bricksNo milk the baby sick, the mama too lazy to go to wickUse to stand in long lines, for government cheeseI`m paying taxes, giving back my government cheeseGovernment please, what kinda laws are theseYou get more time for chilling rocks, than you do for ten ki`sTake five G`s, then about ten beaksFifteen cats promote, twenty thousand the first week1985, that`s when crack came outThat was the last time my daddy, came back in the houseThey told me go to church, and confess my sinsHard to do it, when the preacher fucking all my friendsAin`t no need to pretend, everything bout me realE.S.G. signing off, Big Sin how you feel now[Hook][E.S.G.]You think we had it bad in the past, wait for the futureIn the wrong neighborhood, the police might shoot yaGot college athletes, who break they back in the gameWhile the coaches get rich, ain`t that a god damn shameNow these high school hoopers, skip college for moneySince it ain`t baseball, they try to call you damn dummieBut what would you do, if you never had a dimeAnd you stood 6`9", better sign on that lineThis one here, for all my G`s that`s on the grindWho won`t sell out, and keep that damn money on they mindFrom my skull to my spine, I`m a hundred percent a GE.S.G.`s who I be, what you get is what you see now[Hook]