Money, Houses And Cars - Bad Azz
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歌曲名:Money, Houses And Cars
歌手:Bad Azz
所属专辑:Word on Tha Street
发行时间:1998-09-29
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Money, Houses And Cars - Bad Azz 文本歌词
Feat
Kurupt
Bad a
This life of ours
The same thing that got a n***a here get me there
Evrything you see
Ain't always what it seems to be
Yeah yeah
The same thing that got a n***a here get me there
Come on
Bad a
Kurupt
The gang
bad a
I'm just trying ta make a dollar out of nothing
Turn zero into somethin'
And it's
One life we live
With this
One shot to give
You got chances
We use none risking your life
You know we got guns
Why you come and get us with knives
It's a cold thang
The game
Just take folks under
It feels better if you say that god just called his number
When you do we kept a self situations like that
In situations where it's likely somebody might gat
No bad intentions
We all like to jump in the car
No destination but we all thinkin hard to get far
Chorus x2bad a
Money
Houses
And cars
This life of ours
Goin where
We came a long way
But still we got so far to go to get there
The same thing that got a n***a here get me there
And if it don't
It wasn't
Sposed to
kurupt
Bad a
Kurupt
I got gangsta a*s n***as with so much heat
G'd up rides with so much beat
G'd up apparal
D**e by the barrels
Gangsta a*s goodfella n***a
Kurupt and nell
I once had a b***h that ate so much d**k
That she couldn't do nuthin for me
But blow one of the homies
As I ease my way right up the streets
Me
D a z
Bad a
And priest
We gotta hit the spot where the homies meet
Where all the og's round up the fleet
Cuz the homies is crazy s**t
And we all about stackin' up a grip
No funny a*s n***as
No scandliss a*s ho's
And we don't give a f**k about a b***h
Bad a
I can't worry bout a b***h
I'm tryin ta get rich by next week
And I can get me some p***y when it ain't nuttin to eat
My life
This life of ours buyin nuttin
Houses and cars
Ghetto stars
Doin our thing
Like bust a b***h
Bust a b***h
And get rich with my gang
We brang
To the table
What you ain't able
A few pies to cut
Cuz we ride for bucks in the worst way
Today Tuesday
I got a date on Thursday
And f**k what you say
You say dirt about us when we ain't there
When we come around
You f**kin clown
You act scared
Tupac is dead
Stop questioning life
You had to talk to the feds
That's the test in the life
Goin where
A long way from here to get there
You gotta mash to maintain
Blast that's the gang thang
The same thing that got a n***a here get me there
Verse 3kurupt
Bad a
Kurupt
I
I
I
I
I heard gangstas don't ride with disguises
But I'm quick to throw the mask on to get my blast on
So call it what you want
Yeah yeah
That's all cool
But me and the homies bout to act the f**kin fool
Dump if you dump
N***a pull the pump
Lay a n***a
Lay a n***a
For the homies spray a n***a
This ain't the sony
So you can't play a n***a
The homies quick to cock
A k a n***a
With no hesitation
Penaltants populate the population
A nickel plated penitration
Khakis
T shirts and stars
Homies
Busta's
Riders and mark's
All y'all n***as here wanna be hard
But no n***a with heart when the heater spark
Just ask the homie bad a
He'll put you d on how it's sposed to be in the whole family
As I ease my way right up the streets
Me
D a z
Bad a and priest
We gotta hit the spot where the homies meet
Where all the og's round up the fleet
Cuz the homies is crazy as s**t
And we all about stackin' up a grip
No funny a*s n***as
No scandliss a*s ho's
And we don't give a f**k about a b***h
B***h
B***h
B***h
Bad a
Yeah
1 9 9 9
The gang
All in your face at close range
Mr
Bad a
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
It don't quit
We keep it crackin like this
Ugh
Aww yeah yeah yeah
It don't quit
It ain't over till I'm done
Ain't nowhere to hide
So why run
I don't battle with rappers
Either bomb or draw guns
You can hate me
Cuz I got skills and live real
And my life is well woven in these stack of dollar bills
I should kill
I would come and kill your a*s
But your only mission is destruction
Why get in your path
I'll let you kill yourself
While I chill with wealth
And let the story be the word on the streets
A few weeks
I gotta eat
F**k f**kin with you and being broke on the streets
Duck duckin with you and gettin' smoked
That's a no no
What you think it's fifty five or 4 4
Money
Houses
And cars
N***a I gotta go
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
It don't quit we keep it wreckin like this
Ha ha ha ha
Yeah yeah yeah yeah it don't quit
N***a you can suck a fat d**k
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
We keep it crackin
Keep it crackin like this
This
This
This
This
Kurupt
Bad a
This life of ours
The same thing that got a n***a here get me there
Evrything you see
Ain't always what it seems to be
Yeah yeah
The same thing that got a n***a here get me there
Come on
Bad a
Kurupt
The gang
bad a
I'm just trying ta make a dollar out of nothing
Turn zero into somethin'
And it's
One life we live
With this
One shot to give
You got chances
We use none risking your life
You know we got guns
Why you come and get us with knives
It's a cold thang
The game
Just take folks under
It feels better if you say that god just called his number
When you do we kept a self situations like that
In situations where it's likely somebody might gat
No bad intentions
We all like to jump in the car
No destination but we all thinkin hard to get far
Chorus x2bad a
Money
Houses
And cars
This life of ours
Goin where
We came a long way
But still we got so far to go to get there
The same thing that got a n***a here get me there
And if it don't
It wasn't
Sposed to
kurupt
Bad a
Kurupt
I got gangsta a*s n***as with so much heat
G'd up rides with so much beat
G'd up apparal
D**e by the barrels
Gangsta a*s goodfella n***a
Kurupt and nell
I once had a b***h that ate so much d**k
That she couldn't do nuthin for me
But blow one of the homies
As I ease my way right up the streets
Me
D a z
Bad a
And priest
We gotta hit the spot where the homies meet
Where all the og's round up the fleet
Cuz the homies is crazy s**t
And we all about stackin' up a grip
No funny a*s n***as
No scandliss a*s ho's
And we don't give a f**k about a b***h
Bad a
I can't worry bout a b***h
I'm tryin ta get rich by next week
And I can get me some p***y when it ain't nuttin to eat
My life
This life of ours buyin nuttin
Houses and cars
Ghetto stars
Doin our thing
Like bust a b***h
Bust a b***h
And get rich with my gang
We brang
To the table
What you ain't able
A few pies to cut
Cuz we ride for bucks in the worst way
Today Tuesday
I got a date on Thursday
And f**k what you say
You say dirt about us when we ain't there
When we come around
You f**kin clown
You act scared
Tupac is dead
Stop questioning life
You had to talk to the feds
That's the test in the life
Goin where
A long way from here to get there
You gotta mash to maintain
Blast that's the gang thang
The same thing that got a n***a here get me there
Verse 3kurupt
Bad a
Kurupt
I
I
I
I
I heard gangstas don't ride with disguises
But I'm quick to throw the mask on to get my blast on
So call it what you want
Yeah yeah
That's all cool
But me and the homies bout to act the f**kin fool
Dump if you dump
N***a pull the pump
Lay a n***a
Lay a n***a
For the homies spray a n***a
This ain't the sony
So you can't play a n***a
The homies quick to cock
A k a n***a
With no hesitation
Penaltants populate the population
A nickel plated penitration
Khakis
T shirts and stars
Homies
Busta's
Riders and mark's
All y'all n***as here wanna be hard
But no n***a with heart when the heater spark
Just ask the homie bad a
He'll put you d on how it's sposed to be in the whole family
As I ease my way right up the streets
Me
D a z
Bad a and priest
We gotta hit the spot where the homies meet
Where all the og's round up the fleet
Cuz the homies is crazy as s**t
And we all about stackin' up a grip
No funny a*s n***as
No scandliss a*s ho's
And we don't give a f**k about a b***h
B***h
B***h
B***h
Bad a
Yeah
1 9 9 9
The gang
All in your face at close range
Mr
Bad a
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
It don't quit
We keep it crackin like this
Ugh
Aww yeah yeah yeah
It don't quit
It ain't over till I'm done
Ain't nowhere to hide
So why run
I don't battle with rappers
Either bomb or draw guns
You can hate me
Cuz I got skills and live real
And my life is well woven in these stack of dollar bills
I should kill
I would come and kill your a*s
But your only mission is destruction
Why get in your path
I'll let you kill yourself
While I chill with wealth
And let the story be the word on the streets
A few weeks
I gotta eat
F**k f**kin with you and being broke on the streets
Duck duckin with you and gettin' smoked
That's a no no
What you think it's fifty five or 4 4
Money
Houses
And cars
N***a I gotta go
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
It don't quit we keep it wreckin like this
Ha ha ha ha
Yeah yeah yeah yeah it don't quit
N***a you can suck a fat d**k
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
We keep it crackin
Keep it crackin like this
This
This
This
This
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