Текст песни Pooh-Man - Just Another Driveby
Pooh-Man - Just Another Driveby слова песни
Me and the fellas on the block with the dank and drankDowning 40`s, kicking back, and it just made us thankAbout the hard times, and about all the players that diedAnd I just can`t forget the look in my partner`s mother`s eyesAs she held him as he passed onBecause a brother was heartless, came through and got his blast onBullets from a Chevy riddled my little partner16 years old and he caught 5 hot onesFour to the body, one to his headBut your tears can`t bring him back, moms, your son is deadNobody lays a brother like his motherBut what do you expect when you raise a child in the gutter?And she swears he ain`t never hurt nodobyBut he`s laying all floppy with 5 bullets in his body, damnAnd that ain`t all goodBut chalk it up as just another driveby in my hood Just another driveby, another driveby Just another driveby in my hood (Repeat 4x)Woke up early, stretching and yawningBut there`s a dark cloud over this Monday morningAnother funeral, another dead playerAnd a lotta fake busters, acting like they careBut I feel it in my heartCause when he died, he ripped the whole damn deuce apartNow everybody`s all mixed upBefore the love of money, we all gots to stand toughAnd he thought he had a down bitch but she wasn`tNow that he`s dead, she`s sleeping with his cousinBut off to the funeral I goMy hearts hurting so cause I just can`t let it goAnd his son is too young to understandThat his dad is dead, no longer a living manBut for little Bruce it`s all goodAnd it`s just another driveby in my hood Just another driveby, another driveby Just another driveby in my hood (Repeat 4x)Late night in the car in front of the houseSmoking dank and talking what players talk aboutA close friend to meHe was cool to everybody, wouldn`t think he had an enemyA sad case of mistaken identityCauses me to say R.I.P. to plan BA.K.A. Jesse HallTo Angie, Pam, and Mona, I love you allR.I.P. to my nigga Art from the GroomI see you later, if not soonBecause you know, a player never really knowsWhen the angel of death come knocking at his doorSo swing low, chariot swingBut life must end, like all good thingsTo my son Lazarus, you probably would have been a killerRest in peace, daddy loves you little niggaToke and Pokey, little Ann, Take, and EarlRest in Peace, we love y`all and fuck the worldTo my homie Fred Mo, we love you and it`s all goodJust another driveby in my hood Just another driveby, another driveby Just another driveby in my hood (Repeat 4x)