Bugzy Malone - Hip Hop Heavy Metal lyrics
Bugzy Malone [Aaron Davies]
[Bugzy Malone - Hip Hop Heavy Metal lyrics]
It's just another lonely morning
Another day of sorrow
Another day gets started waiting for tomorrow
(tomorrowtomorrow never comes)
Now I'm just sitting in my bedroom
The gaps in the curtains
A little light gets through but
Now I know for certain
(tomorrow, tomorrow never comes)
I'm like an nocturnal creature
Staring at the ceiling
They say that I'm a preacher
When really I'm revealing
The way you should've lived life hustling
Stealing (what kind of a fool)
Would let the stresses of his
Childhood make him turn sick
Just let bygones be bygones let the past live
But now I gotta ask the question
What type of a prick (do they take me for)
I am just another ghetto child
Freedom of thought freedom of speech
Who reconcile he who believes
But these days man wear
Crosses and rosary beads
But still show no remorse when
They roll on the streets
Now I'm just another nigga that
Sounds cold on a beat
Tryna make it in this hard
World of hopes and deceit
I'm gritting my teeth same
Time touching this heat
(cause it's the life I know)
I was born to be deep
Now I'm stuck between the devil
And the deep blue sea
I live in rebel I was destine to see HMP
But, I came, I saw, I conquered
And now look no wonder MC'S are hatin on me
Cause, I'm too ghetto for the good
Too good for the ghetto
Too clever for the hood so
Hood I'll never settle now I'm sitting in my
Bedroom drinking amaretto
And I think I'm gonna call this
Track hip hop heavy metal
Now I'm the man behind the myth
And I'm a critic in my own wreck
I criticize the bit's
I say the ghetto never had a chance
Neither did the kids
Look at me would God forgive me
For the things I did
Just a ghetto child in the
Mix with niggas and chicks
Money and hoes cars, clothes
Heaters and bricks
You wouldn't believe some of the things
Man are reporting on streets
They get eaten in the ghetto
Like a portion of chips
This is ghetto living I swear
I would never regret
Times when it came on top and
I slept with a sket
And by sket I mean a dirty
Strap I kept in my bed
I can remember it like
Yesterday I'll never forget
How I was born in a struggle
I didn't ask to be poor
Now they wondering why I'm telling them
To get on the floor
And empty the safe don't look at
Me just open the door
Jump in the car outside like put
Your foot to the floor
And this is just the life I know
Just another lonely morning
You don't know bout the struggle
I was born in i didn't wanna do wrong
And this is just the way I roll
Messing up the life God gave me
I just pray that I never go crazy
I didn't wanna do wrong
Another day of sorrow
Another day gets started waiting for tomorrow
(tomorrowtomorrow never comes)
Now I'm just sitting in my bedroom
The gaps in the curtains
A little light gets through but
Now I know for certain
(tomorrow, tomorrow never comes)
I'm like an nocturnal creature
Staring at the ceiling
They say that I'm a preacher
When really I'm revealing
The way you should've lived life hustling
Stealing (what kind of a fool)
Would let the stresses of his
Childhood make him turn sick
Just let bygones be bygones let the past live
But now I gotta ask the question
What type of a prick (do they take me for)
I am just another ghetto child
Freedom of thought freedom of speech
Who reconcile he who believes
But these days man wear
Crosses and rosary beads
But still show no remorse when
They roll on the streets
Now I'm just another nigga that
Sounds cold on a beat
Tryna make it in this hard
World of hopes and deceit
I'm gritting my teeth same
Time touching this heat
(cause it's the life I know)
I was born to be deep
Now I'm stuck between the devil
And the deep blue sea
I live in rebel I was destine to see HMP
But, I came, I saw, I conquered
And now look no wonder MC'S are hatin on me
Cause, I'm too ghetto for the good
Too good for the ghetto
Too clever for the hood so
Hood I'll never settle now I'm sitting in my
Bedroom drinking amaretto
And I think I'm gonna call this
Track hip hop heavy metal
Now I'm the man behind the myth
And I'm a critic in my own wreck
I criticize the bit's
I say the ghetto never had a chance
Neither did the kids
Look at me would God forgive me
For the things I did
Just a ghetto child in the
Mix with niggas and chicks
Money and hoes cars, clothes
Heaters and bricks
You wouldn't believe some of the things
Man are reporting on streets
They get eaten in the ghetto
Like a portion of chips
This is ghetto living I swear
I would never regret
Times when it came on top and
I slept with a sket
And by sket I mean a dirty
Strap I kept in my bed
I can remember it like
Yesterday I'll never forget
How I was born in a struggle
I didn't ask to be poor
Now they wondering why I'm telling them
To get on the floor
And empty the safe don't look at
Me just open the door
Jump in the car outside like put
Your foot to the floor
And this is just the life I know
Just another lonely morning
You don't know bout the struggle
I was born in i didn't wanna do wrong
And this is just the way I roll
Messing up the life God gave me
I just pray that I never go crazy
I didn't wanna do wrong