N.O.R.E., Maze - Sometimes lyrics

Yeah, break half the Dutch off
Yeah this for them niggas, can't be here
Pour out half of that shit
Pour out half of that shit
'fore you pass it to me nigga!
Just missin them summer jams
Summer jams at the Apollo, the Greek Fest-es
Brooklyn Queens things and shit
You know Harlem Weeks and shit like that
Niggas I miss that can't be here
With us thuggin it out
Thinkin about them good ol days and times
Word up, this is for them, spit that shit

Aiyyo I grew up like the regular thugs
I think I told you that
My only means of gettin money
Was just sellin crack
Outside a nigga did a bid, nigga all of that
So now I kick back, and get paid for raw rap
My nigga 'Pone ain't home, not yet
Yo it really don't matter just be
Zoned on the same set
Me and Trag kick it, on the here and there
Don't really hang too tough
But the love is there
My pops died on July 3rd
Ninety-Eight so now a nigga need mad herb
Cause my, pops is here aiyyo he loved his son
Matter of fact my pops was the
One to show me a gun
And said, "Papi, you gotta protect your moms
Even if that means that you
Gotta strap up arms"
He used to make me hit the punching bag
My dad he was a boxin God
And he was real he was glad
Yo the boxin the Golden Glove, he just a thug
And I love him yo, so I'mma spread that love

Sometimes I wanna cry and pray, sometimes
Sometimes I wanna chill and lay, sometimes
Sometimes I get drunk, all god damn day
Sometimes I wanna go, back around the way
Sometimes I wanna ride to smoke, sometimes
Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke
Sometimes I wanna cry and pray, sometimes
Sometimes I wanna chill and lay, sometimes
Sometimes I get drunk, all god damn day
Sometimes I wanna go, back around the way
Sometimes I wanna ride to smoke, sometimes
Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke

I cock and pop three in the
Air for my niggas not here
Locked in with me
Your legacy lives on with me continuously
Tremendously I blow weed deep in my memory
You still breathe
Your face show through your seeds
And who would know one day you'd go so quick
We all felt hopeless
Through blunt smoke my pen spittin
And I show this
A sworn oath you would know this
I go the lengths with my rap strengths
When I think about my past friends
K-Rock and Diesel
Primo from the same block as me
Since we was shorties
They're paintin project glory i get touched
It all absorb me like a weed head rush
Keepin' it thorough for my past heroes
I must for my people, street and physical
I still see you featured in my heart
Sometimes it might wrinkle
Much drinkin' when I'm thinkin'
It's like I feel a hush
Over the skies touched by dead guys speakin'

Sometimes I wanna cry and pray, sometimes
Sometimes I wanna chill and lay, sometimes
Sometimes I get drunk, all god damn day
Sometimes I wanna go, back around the way
Sometimes I wanna ride to smoke, sometimes
Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke

Yo from Biggie Smalls to Killa B to
Bob Marley and, 2Pac, yo Twin and my pops
They hard 'tard and smiley, T-Bone too
Yo plus my nigga Rahiem, from Guy Brewer
You know I pour out beer for Fernando too
And I still smoke my boogies in
The rest of the crew
Yo ain't nothin changed still
Play ball the same
I used to cheat a little bit
Just to win at my game
But y'all niggas ain't here
Can't believe this shit
Thought you'd always be here
Thought we'd always be click
But y'all niggas not here no more
It ain't fair no more
Sometimes I get stressed and kick the door
But I maintain still holdin in the pain
Why my pops had to go
Why he couldn't sustain?
Motherfuckin Mambo, yo I loved my dad
I know he probably didn't realize
What he had

Sometimes I wanna cry and pray, sometimes
Sometimes I wanna chill and lay, sometimes
Sometimes I get drunk, all god damn day
Sometimes I wanna go, back around the way
Sometimes I wanna ride to smoke, sometimes
Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke
Sometimes I wanna cry and pray, sometimes
Sometimes I wanna chill and lay, sometimes
Sometimes I get drunk, all god damn day
Sometimes I wanna go, back around the way
Sometimes I wanna ride to smoke, sometimes
Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke

Sometimes nigga, sometimes feelin broke
Got a little cream
You know I ain't gonna front
My niggas gettin' glossy eyed in
The studio and shit
Word, about the people we talkin' about
Hittin each other in the heart
That's how we do it
For all those who ain't here
You know we still pour beer
And it's all dedicated for y'all
The shit is all dedicated for y'all

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