Tsu Surf - Stuck lyrics
[Tsu Surf - Stuck lyrics]
Mom's still tripping, Pops won't listen
War still wanted baby, Mom's still bitching
Middle of the field
On the mouth still pitching
Dominic Dogs in the kitchen
The raw still flipping
Fresh pair of Timbs, new pair of shoes
Rules ain't a, got the swag on cruise
Street still calling and, yeah I still answer
The hood still wearing on my body
It's a cancer
Bloods still popping and
Crips still cracking and
Cops wanna do me but, shit still happening
Every other day another robbery
Another hommy
That first number still 34 body
I was eight when I saw my first shotty
Mommy raised
So it's happy Fathers Day to my Mommy
The good die young
Then I'm prolly gone live long
My Grandma prayed like I never did shit wrong
And just knowing that
Rubbed me the wrong way
But, I'm a witness that, prayer go a long way
I see long days, I had worse dreams
Broad day a nigga got flipped I was 13
Now should I run or cry right there
He was my age
My God I let him die right there
I don't understand the physics
To this life shit set my gun down and pick
Up something to write with
See it's the small stuff, shit can get crazy
Skeletons in my closet
Hope the families forgave me
I don't glorify nothing that
'am talking 'bout i just talk about what
Niggas won't talk about
See I'm looking for a change like Barack
Yeah my president is Black but
So is my guap, llay the block
And try to stay away from the box
The ones covered with, ones with the lock
Money power respect
Learned that from the Lox
Every man for himself learned
That from my pops keep your, enemies close
Stay away from the cops
Press your bust pipes
Even your friends'll pop
You know a real nigga never gon' sell on you
You 50 years, a frog don' tell on you
If you my cuz
No problem taking a shell for you
Might sound crazy
But I'll squat down and hail for you
But, I could give a fuck about retaliation
Just watch my seed give
Flowers at her graduation
You tell her Daddy good
But tell her Daddy gone
Make sure my Momma straight, carry on
Anybody should have your back
Your man should i feel stuck
I'm like a motor in this damn hood
War still wanted baby, Mom's still bitching
Middle of the field
On the mouth still pitching
Dominic Dogs in the kitchen
The raw still flipping
Fresh pair of Timbs, new pair of shoes
Rules ain't a, got the swag on cruise
Street still calling and, yeah I still answer
The hood still wearing on my body
It's a cancer
Bloods still popping and
Crips still cracking and
Cops wanna do me but, shit still happening
Every other day another robbery
Another hommy
That first number still 34 body
I was eight when I saw my first shotty
Mommy raised
So it's happy Fathers Day to my Mommy
The good die young
Then I'm prolly gone live long
My Grandma prayed like I never did shit wrong
And just knowing that
Rubbed me the wrong way
But, I'm a witness that, prayer go a long way
I see long days, I had worse dreams
Broad day a nigga got flipped I was 13
Now should I run or cry right there
He was my age
My God I let him die right there
I don't understand the physics
To this life shit set my gun down and pick
Up something to write with
See it's the small stuff, shit can get crazy
Skeletons in my closet
Hope the families forgave me
I don't glorify nothing that
'am talking 'bout i just talk about what
Niggas won't talk about
See I'm looking for a change like Barack
Yeah my president is Black but
So is my guap, llay the block
And try to stay away from the box
The ones covered with, ones with the lock
Money power respect
Learned that from the Lox
Every man for himself learned
That from my pops keep your, enemies close
Stay away from the cops
Press your bust pipes
Even your friends'll pop
You know a real nigga never gon' sell on you
You 50 years, a frog don' tell on you
If you my cuz
No problem taking a shell for you
Might sound crazy
But I'll squat down and hail for you
But, I could give a fuck about retaliation
Just watch my seed give
Flowers at her graduation
You tell her Daddy good
But tell her Daddy gone
Make sure my Momma straight, carry on
Anybody should have your back
Your man should i feel stuck
I'm like a motor in this damn hood