Текст песни Lil Head f Paul Wall - It`s Too Late
Lil Head f Paul Wall - It`s Too Late слова песни
(*talking*)Say look out J, I`m feeling this here manThat`s some funky shit man, that nigga T-MixGot the track making a nigga wanna tell the truth manA lot of down to earth gameI`ve seen a lot of dumb ass niggaz and bitches, feel meIt`s just real mayn, the shoe fits wear it dogThat`s bottom line, feel me on this here[Lil Head]Listen mayn, I`m trying to get game and maintainUnderstand, it`s simple and plain to what I`m sayingI see, a lot of niggaz take the game lightTell your homies bout your hustle, and think that the game`s tightGrown dummy, never tell a person bout your moneyEven if you cap about hundreds, and only got twentiesI knew niggaz that got caught up, for discussing the shitStanding round the wrong niggaz, saying they fucking with bricksYeah that bragging get you fucked, yeah that capping get you touchedThem same niggaz you call your guerillas, will put your casket in the dustHow would you handle that shit brah, if they was blasting up at yaWould you pull your cannon out, and started blasting back at brotherGame serious, but my real niggaz they gon be feeling thisMary Jane ease my brain, while I spit this shitPenitentiary chances, hard times is what you facingYoungster coming up in the game, with no patienceWhy do, niggaz tell these hoes where they cash atKnowing when they get pissed, they ain`t getting no cash backPerhaps that, some of you niggaz will wisen up`Fore the FED`s send a bitch at your crib, and squad up[Hook - 2x]It`s too late, you need to open your eyesBefore the end, of you losing your lifeBefore it`s too late, it`s too late[Lil Head]Let`s say for instance, you going through something your mind trippingYour decision, to jump in your car, and start tippingWhile you flipping, you feeling Miss Thang going awayAss banging, loving the way them hips swayNow you thinking, what the hell you gonna do nextYou stressing feeling good, you could use you some sexYou`ll prolly do, what the next man do let`s keep it truePull up on the side of lil` mama, ask what it doYou`ll spit some game, that`s flame to lil` Miss ThangServing fire pimping, ejecting into her brainHave her hopping in, without knowing her nameFive minutes later, she sucking up on you maynOoh mama, ooh mamiI`m knowing the bitch you picked up, got that HIVMash the gas, the ass is on your mindSmash to the room, cause you wanting it from behind but slow down[Hook - 2x][Paul Wall]I`ve seen a lot of playas in the game, come and leaveBut time is the one thang, you can`t retrieveA lot of missed opportunities, and wasted chancesOr all the write questions, but all the wrong answersPeople tend to take for granted, most of they blessingsThey keep learning over and over, the same lessonsBoys be hanging out on the block, hitting licksThen go waste all they money, on a new pair of kicksAll they profits is spent, on some food and new clothesSo they taking prison chances, for a new wardrobeIt don`t make sense, and it sho don`t make dollasThe ones riding the bench, always claim to be ballersWhere the real playas at, or am I the last one leftI take my last breath and welcome my death, it`s going downYou don`t realize a good thang, until it`s goneBefore you know it, the good Lord done called you home it`s too late