Текст песни Freeway - Philadelphia Freeway
Freeway - Philadelphia Freeway слова песни
* send corrections to the typistState Property Musicuh, holla, uh...... yeah[Chorus: Freeway]When you hear the song (feel me)Will you cry (uh it`s all real baby)Cause you know you wrong(you know you wrong)Will you cryyyy (Holla) will you cry...[Verse 1: Freeway]Yo, say hello (sup)To Mr. Ain`t gon` be shitGet a job, get your kids somethin` for EasterKnowin` I just came home aint got nothin to eat withBitch outta line -Hoe been drove me outta my mindShe like, I shoulda knew before I lay down and slept with him (slept with him)Now she wish that she could sleep with him (sleep with him)Take a stroll with himWanna creep with him (with him)Roll with him (with him)And turn to a freak on himAin`t have no patience with him when the ceilin leaked on himCreeped on himBut I`m a boss baby you crossed the lineNo orders go rock to hit all your girlsFrom the bed to the tub, bathtub to the ceilinKillin` the world... holla!![Chorus: Freeway]When you hear the song,will you cry(make you won`t cry, don`t it)Cause you know you wrong (it`s all good baby, don`t even worry about it)Will you cryyyyyWhen you hear the song (life goes on ya know)will you cry (but I got some others issues the address but it ain`t about you)Cause you know you wrong (uhhh)will you cryyyyy[Verse 2: Freeway]I ain`t big but scrap you dead wrongYa`ll coulda scrapped it outHe was never known for shootin` the toola packin` the chromeHe was known for shootin` the hoops upLittle hustle nigga grind (grind)To get his jeans and boots upAt the summer league game D game roughAnd the summer heat had ya`ll niggaz feelin` like ya`ll so damn toughWrong words, couple of shoves, park full of hoesHad his hands all in your mugHow could you roll with pride in your wayYou drove with your .38 to the place where he staySaid, “say hi to the pearly gates and scrolls.”Now I pop beers reminisce with your broYou can`t make it to the showAnd niggaz make it to the jailShed a tear[Chorus: Freeway]When you hear the songWill you cry (it`s fucked up man)Cause you know you wrong(how you go out then you locked up)Will you cryyyy (how you run around a lie)When you hear the song (can you dig)Will you cryCause you know your wrong (but I got one more person to address)Will you cry (I ain`t forget about you ol` girl, I remember)[Verse 3: Freeway]Oh lookWho could it be, Ms. LeeYou know this nigga aint kiddin`Think harder, Freeway L. PridgenShit you used to tell me make me wanna work harderAt gettin` crack spots sent me to prisonSaid I`m never gonna be a thangSo I listened and skipped schoolHad them thing distributedFuck class, on the block all dayMy science was choppin`, baggin`, dividin`, addin`, the mathHow my teacher gonna tell me I`m dumbHad me feelin` like a sore thumbClown of the class (uh)I got graded most hated with gunsBut now I made it to the lifeCouldn`t make it to the classIf this nigga chew your earThat`s an oh for you to hearKiss my ass![Chorus: Freeway]When you hear the songWill you cryCause you know your wrong (you know you wrong)