Текст песни Young Buck f Mr. Porter - Look at Me Now
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[Young Buck]You know.. growin up in the hoodYou go through all kind of thangs, ya heard?Some of it`s good, some of it`s badBut the thangs you go through in life, make you who you areLOOK AT ME NOW![Chorus: Mr. Porter]And from the day I was born I`ve been hustlin strong I`ve been strugglin since a child, now them days is goneAnd niggaz said I wouldn`t do it now I`m provin `em wrong And now they got their hands out like I owe them someI ain`t got time for the bickerin and carryin on It ain`t too much in the hood I don`t knowHow many times do I have to say that I`m grown That I`ma Young Buck and still enough to know when you niggaz is hoes[Verse One: Young Buck]I still remember them nights under the street lightFiends don`t give a damn, they want who got the cheap price (AIGHT?)I`m tryin to get right, get it in doughYou see people is dyin fast and the money is slowWe used to hang in front of the sto`, flag down carsto be a movie star, go get a glass jar (woo!)Once you cook it and cut it homey go stand out in publicSee the work sell itself if you got enough of it (FO` SHO`)Plenty thugs been shot but see it`s all in the gameEven I took a couple of `em, but still I remainI ain`t different from that same lil` project figureI done went with no lights and no water niggaAnd I`m still hood, that mean I still couldget on the block, and get mine like you should (yeah)How can I be good, when rappers wanna be Suge?Surroundin myself with family, so I can sleep good[Chorus][Verse Two: Young Buck]I would light me a cancer stick, thinkin how can I getmy momma out the bricks and my whole clique legitLil` Jimmy and the feds, it`s just me and some TedsWe cuttin heads, doin whatever to buy a loaf of bread (GIMME DAT)The high speed chases, I really loved itto blow 50 G`s and don`t thank nothin of itWe showed love but wasn`t no love showed backWhoa Kemosabe (what happened) what part of the game is that?It`s a fact and my war wounds on me can prove itBut look how you made me go and show you I can do it (FO` SHO`)I solemnly swear to hold it down for my homeboys (WHAT?)Locked up and don`t know if they ever comin home boyTime keeps tickin, another baby`s bornthat`s gon` go through the same stuff that I went through and moreYou wonder why I hustle, my life`s on the lineMy baby gotta have milk when she crying, c`mon now[Chorus][Verse Three: Young Buck]Now everybody got they hand out (whatchu want?)Crackhead Willie spent his millions `til they ranned outShorty don`t wanna holla now because her man outBut just last week, I couldn`t get it out her damn mouth (ha ha ha!)Nowhere to go, look like I`m stuck in these bricksSeem like the good die young, the bad get rich quick, enough of thisLet me take it to a whole `nother level (what?)Like stoppin the po-lice from rollin through the ghetto (FO` SHO`)Ain`t nuttin gettin better but the bills gotta be paidAnd money come up short then them tecs gotta get sprayed (b-r-r-ap)E`rybody got a grave, we just waitin to go to itNo matter what we do y`all we`re still gon` go through itSome say that I`m heartless, and don`t give a damnBut they will never understand, until they get a gramAnd this is who I am, not who I wanna beOpen up yo` eyes and see, what these streets done done to me[Chorus]