Текст песни Noreaga f Maze - Belly soundtrack
Noreaga f Maze - Belly soundtrack слова песни
[Noreaga and Maze]Yeah, break half the Dutch offYeah this for them niggaz, can`t be herePour out half of that shitPour out half of that shit, `fore you pass it to me nigga!Just missin them summer jamsSummer jams at the Apollo, the Greek Fest-esBrooklyn Queens things and shitYou know Harlem Weeks and shit like thatNiggaz I miss that can`t be here with us thuggin it outThinkin about them good ol days and timesWord up, this is for them, spit that shit[Noreaga]Aiyyo I grew up like the regular thugs, I think I told you thatMy only means of gettin money was just sellin crackOutside a nigga did a bid, nigga all of thatSo now I kick back, and get paid for raw rapMy nigga `Pone ain`t home, not yetYo it really don`t matter just be zoned on the same setMe and Traz kick it, on the here and thereDon`t really hang too tough, but the love is thereMy pops died on July 3rdNinety-Eight so now a nigga need mad herbCause my, pops is here aiyyo he loved his sonMatter of fact my pops was the one to show me a gunand said, "Papi, you gotta protect your momsEven if that means that you gotta strap up arms"He used to make me hit the punching bag, my dadHe was a boxin God, and he was real he was gladYo the boxin the Golden Glove, he just a thugand I love him yo, so I`ma spread that loveChorus: Noreaga (repeat 2X)Sometimes I wanna cry and pray, sometimesSometimes I wanna chill and lay, sometimesSometimes I get drunk, all god damn daySometimes I wanna go, back around the waySometimes I wanna ride to smoke, sometimesSometimes I got money and I still feel broke[Maze]I cock and pop three in the air for my niggaz not hereLocked in with me, your legacy lives on with me continouslyTremendously I blow weed deep in my memoryYou still breathe, your face show through your seedsAnd who would know one day you`d go so quick, we all felt hopelessThrough blunt smoke my pen spittin and I show thisA sworn oath you would know this, I go the lengthswith my rap strengths, when I think about my past friendsK-Rock and Diesel, Primo from the same block as mesince we was shorties, they`re paintin project gloryI get touched, it all absorb me like a weed head rushKeepin it thorough for my past heroesI must for my people, street and physical, I still see youFeatured in my heart, sometimes it might wrinkleMuch drinkin when I`m thinkin, it`s like I feel a hushover the skies touched by dead guys speakinChorus[Noreaga]Yo from Biggie Smalls to kill a beat to, Bob Marleyand, Tupac, yo twin in my PacsThey hard `tard and smiley, T-Bone too, yo plusmy nigga Rahiem, from God CrewYou know I pour out beer for Fernando tooAnd I still smoke my boogies in the rest of the crewYo ain`t nothin changed still play ball the sameI used to cheat a little bit, just to win at my gameBut y`all niggaz ain`t here, can`t believe this shitThought you`d always be here, thought we`d always be clickBut y`all niggaz not here no more, it ain`t fair no moreSometimes I get stressed and kick the doorBut I maintain still holdin in the painWhy my pops had to go, why he couldn`t sustain?Motherfuckin Mambo, yo I loved my dadI know he probably didn`t realize, what he hadChorus 2XSometimes nigga, sometimesFeelin brokeGot a little creamYou know I ain`t gonna frontMy niggaz gettin glossy eyed in the studio and shitWord, about the people we talkin aboutHittin each other in the heartThat`s how we do it, for all those who ain`t hereYou know we still pour beerAnd it`s all dedicated for y`allThe shit is all dedicated for y`all