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Wet Boys

End of Tha World

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Текст песни Wet Boys - End of Tha World

Wet Boys - End of Tha World слова песни

Chorus: 1x It`s the end of tha world foo, some times is gettin hard Ridin in that black, earth falls to the graveyard We livin in hell and not knowin Still flowin The crime rate still growin It`s the end of tha world foo, so times is gettin hard Ridin in that black, earth falls to the graveyard We livin in hell and not knowin Still flowin The crime rate still growin Verse 1: The world is a ghetto trapped in our minds But they can`t stop crime Ya got ya life on the borderline When is your time? You never know when you gon` go Get it right when you can before you knockin on every do` They got crooked cops workin for the system Makin the less fortunate ones out of victims But it`s a shame they drop drugs and slugs It`s a whiteman`s world and never sho` no luv The president movin ki`s back and forth from overseas Distroyin this nation, bringin blacks to there knees It`s hard time (?) killin their own kids New borns in trash cans, stuck with nowhere to live Back in the day smoke a lil herb was all cool Now they got dope fiends dreamin of blood pools (?) could fight, shit, off and go their way But these days They fight with choppers and AK`s From sun up from sun down I`m here to stay We all must pray And thank the Lord for another day Chorus:1x Verse 2: I`m beginnin to think this world is at it`s full peak but believe I ain`t considerate with my own conception I seek the light but still got wrong directions Reflections Of some of my childhood peers that be diseaced I`d love to see chances of livin long havin (?) No peace I wanna consult my psychic and peep through that crystal At my future (?) my life contains of drugs and pistols I wanna survive 8 years parole or will the system fade me Cuz though shit seems to come out right it`s like I`m constipated Live ain`t nothin but bitch shit but a fuckin wrist of ever I gots to get my shit together and do whatever It takes to make and clock a million in this ghetto My fear is won`t invest in no Petty-hard death row I`m takin a major step at crime Even though da mind throw thangs behind (?) kaotic minds Pullin them cats of writin rhymes Religious and reliable too many hypocrits Put my truck to no man, ever since is way ole Texas shit Could nigga be trippin actin like they Jesus But then they wants to know reasons Of these unfamiliar (?) diseases Mislead you, never I`m here to proceed you with a ghetto prophet So by killin me still fulfill your empty pockets Could money bring you pain as well as money could bring you power They`ll probably arrange some other religion that you may never gon` follow I`m talkin (?) for my niggas taken on by the trials Hopin to reach you and put out that everlastin fire Cuz in this world all I`m seein here is crimes and crooks So turn your mutha fuckin head this way and take a look Chorus:1x Verse 3: I heard a blast and jumped in my bed With the quickness reach for the front door turn the nob looked out and said "What is it?" It`s the end of the world and every soul has expired These streets are ripped apart and these buildings catchin on fire So I dropped to my knees to begged the Lord fo forgiveness With one tear rollin down my face cuz my soul ain`t forgiven this When the ground cracked open and the devil came up He said "Nigga, pack your shit because you`re comin wit us!" Now I got realize that I`ll be livin in hell Eternal rest in peace in fire ain`t no way to beg bail But we got to except about the way that we livin And make decisions bout killin and feelin bout how I`ll be feelin Is you hear what I`m hearin, is you sayin what I`m speakin These (?) bad, they be in the streets tweekin So leave them bustas alone and get your mind right bitch Cuz it`s the end of the world and we gotta think quick Chorus: 1x Verse 4: Ugh We got drug contimination AIDs infestation Blacks to `nother blacks in a slave-free nation Ya betta get it right, ya betta pray for your soul So that fire and flame won`t be in ya crossroad Open your eyes, and let this light shine through This world is comin to an end so what the fuck you gon` do Wit the murderers, killas, and 20-second car jackers Terrorists, dealers, and master computer hackers Back in the days you could trust your church pastor (amen) But not unless you wanna murder that bastard Hope your healthy, wit no disease you`re pure Cuz the doctors can`t help they claim they got no cure Scared to look at the news, another plague bein spread Or finding out my mother was found tradgically dead This whole world`s gonna burn but I`m prepared to fry Like an electric chair victim gettin prepared to die Look out fo thugs wit a glock It`s straight up shop or get chopped Dope fiends non-stop I smoked the whole damn block We livin in the murder capitol way down south Where if you start to get proved you get a gauge in your mouth Ya betta repeat you know the deal Car bombs and all steel This world`s comin to an end That`s how it is that`s on the real Chorus:1x (fades to end)

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