8Ball - Drought lyrics
[8Ball - Drought lyrics]
Hard from the start
I ain’t never been no fuckin’ lame
One of the best is goody since
The first day I tested game
With my hand, ink, pen
Write down what I’m think-in’
Straight from my soul
People who get it know where I’ve been
Look at my life, hard times
With marijuana make hard rhymes
Everybody wanna know where I’ve been
I’ve been out here on my grind
Take a little time, get right
Feel like I’m spinning out of control
Purple in my cup make the
Whole world turn slow
God put me here, I’m tryin’ to do my best
To hold my head up and not
Be conquered by the stress
Late nights, early mornings
Tryin’ to feed my spirit
They make it easy to write it down
When you know you live it
Yeah, my yesterday is turned to right now
Turn the music up and speak
It from my heart loud
Loud, like yesterday is turned to right now
Turn the music up and speak
It from my heart loud
Tippin’ on my photo, looking out fo’ po-po
And my ride, thirty nine
A lot of tin fo’ show
He don’t fuck the haters rappers
Been caught with, they without
Niggers, they be scandalous
When streets are goin’ through a drought
Yo city’s my city, every night the news is
Who that kill the corruption and government
And I’m supposed to be a
Role model to the kids but all I’d got for a
Motherfucker is the truth
Yea, all I’d got for a
Motherfucker is the truth
All I’d got for a motherfucker is the truth
Aye, hard from the start
I ain’t never been no fuckin’ lame
Streets where I growed up
Call them the fuckin’ blame
Why I be how I be when I be so high b
Big in all my inner self
Givin’ you what’s inside of me
All the pain, all the joy
Everything I dream about
Put the pain and the joy
And everything I sing about
All good, most of the time
Half of time it ain’t though
You the man, 8Ball
Now it’s time for prim row
Reinvention my intention it’s to
Get your full attention
And I ain’t got to hold a gun up
To your head to make you listen
It’s all real, nothing fabricated or made up
We real niggers, we stayed on our knees
Prayed up cuz what that evil do is
Get you from the inside
Kill a nigga slow like a
Grizzly play the French fries
Use your mind, don’t be blind
Common senses take you far
And remember everything in the sky
Is not a star
I ain’t never been no fuckin’ lame
One of the best is goody since
The first day I tested game
With my hand, ink, pen
Write down what I’m think-in’
Straight from my soul
People who get it know where I’ve been
Look at my life, hard times
With marijuana make hard rhymes
Everybody wanna know where I’ve been
I’ve been out here on my grind
Take a little time, get right
Feel like I’m spinning out of control
Purple in my cup make the
Whole world turn slow
God put me here, I’m tryin’ to do my best
To hold my head up and not
Be conquered by the stress
Late nights, early mornings
Tryin’ to feed my spirit
They make it easy to write it down
When you know you live it
Yeah, my yesterday is turned to right now
Turn the music up and speak
It from my heart loud
Loud, like yesterday is turned to right now
Turn the music up and speak
It from my heart loud
Tippin’ on my photo, looking out fo’ po-po
And my ride, thirty nine
A lot of tin fo’ show
He don’t fuck the haters rappers
Been caught with, they without
Niggers, they be scandalous
When streets are goin’ through a drought
Yo city’s my city, every night the news is
Who that kill the corruption and government
And I’m supposed to be a
Role model to the kids but all I’d got for a
Motherfucker is the truth
Yea, all I’d got for a
Motherfucker is the truth
All I’d got for a motherfucker is the truth
Aye, hard from the start
I ain’t never been no fuckin’ lame
Streets where I growed up
Call them the fuckin’ blame
Why I be how I be when I be so high b
Big in all my inner self
Givin’ you what’s inside of me
All the pain, all the joy
Everything I dream about
Put the pain and the joy
And everything I sing about
All good, most of the time
Half of time it ain’t though
You the man, 8Ball
Now it’s time for prim row
Reinvention my intention it’s to
Get your full attention
And I ain’t got to hold a gun up
To your head to make you listen
It’s all real, nothing fabricated or made up
We real niggers, we stayed on our knees
Prayed up cuz what that evil do is
Get you from the inside
Kill a nigga slow like a
Grizzly play the French fries
Use your mind, don’t be blind
Common senses take you far
And remember everything in the sky
Is not a star