Текст песни Lisa `Left Eye` Lopes f Andre Rison - Supernova
Lisa `Left Eye` Lopes f Andre Rison - Supernova слова песни
A quick story from rags to richesComin` to you from Supernova (AKA Left Eye)Give it to `em, give it to `em, give it to `em (ha ha)I`m goin`, I`m goin` from rags to riches (ha ha ha ha)I`m goin`, I`m goin` from rags to riches (ha ha ha ha)I started off as an army brat (Atten-hut!)Seven months old class actI was racing down the blockAs a matter of factI could`ve been a track star (I guess I am)I stacked barsComin` through your system in them phat cars (uh)Cross country isn`t that farIt`s like I`m in the race, don`t know who you cats areSee one day I fell from grace, landed in this placeMy innocence erased from talkin` back to my momma`s faceLike I was lost in spaceWithout a trace, cuttin` class, bein` Mrs. Fast AssGettin` blasted with my dad, got caught up in the flashMy Nana goin` straight mad, had to make the dashSaw a fella through the streetsWho would give anything for cashAnd anything to crash in anybody`s pathIf everything I hadLook at what I could grab (check it)And it was just a bunch of niggasI`m goin` from rags to richesFrom rags to richesI`m goin` from rags to richesI bet you I`mma be the richestI`m goin` from rags to richesFrom rags to richesI`m goin` from rags to richesI bet you I`mma be the richestI`m goin` from rags to richesFrom rags to richesI`m goin` from rags to richesI bet you I`mma be the richestI`m goin` from rags to richesFrom rags to richesI`m goin` from rags to richesI bet you I`mma be the richestDing ding the bell ring, landlord causin` a sceneMama diggin` for her green, last dolla (dolla bill)To pay for the phone bill, electric bill, water billHow you feel when you make a mill?And move your mama to a house on the hillWith picture framed TV`s on the wallHard and I`m pissed when she wanna ballA cell phone for when she wanna callShe ballin` out of controlWith her own bank roll, I got her back thoughOne for the money and two for the showMama floors stayin` clean 600 green outsideShowin` them the many ways that God provides in lifeOr who can see the bigger pictureAnd tell a story from goin` dead broke to gettin` richerKnowin` I`m gettin` with you in this paper chaseRags to riches all up in your faceI`m goin` from rags to richesFrom rags to richesI`m goin` from rags to richesI bet you I`mma be the richestI`m goin` from rags to richesFrom rags to richesI`m goin` from rags to richesI bet you I`mma be the richestI remember sellin` weedCan`t believe that I was poisonin` my folkNow I let my throat be the antidoteAlways kept my hopes highNow mama don`t cry, `cause I`ll be close byWith the most high I was playin` Robin Hood (in the hood)Little Red Riding HoodTil` the barrel pointed where I stood (yeah, I stood)But walked away like I was absolutely positively sure I couldAttitude on drugsA few dollars in the bucketAnd scheming steady dreamingFor a chance to make some ducketsCaused a little ruckus on the sidelineFrom the alley way to Cali, on the Grammy dayWent from disarray to mayday, mayday, maydayRan away from the sickness with a quicknessAnd went from rags to richesI`m goin` from rags to richesFrom rags to richesI`m goin` from rags to riches