Текст, перевод и аккорды “Thangs Change”
- [jamal] Simpty is for them simp ass niggaz Talkin lot, til I spray dumpin ? ? ? niggaz Whenver talklin shit, I straight rip em And niggaz know I come equip when I whip them [short dawg] You say how can I make these dirty raps Number one albums, back to back If it was 1950, do you think I sell, no They probably throw me straight to jail I tell you life just aint what it used to be Between you and me, exclusively Everybodys changed, were losing our minds The government wont help, cause they refuse to find A solution to the problems of the inner streets Its a shame what our kids are beginning to be Pregnant teenagers, young gun slangers There aint no love, there aint nothin but anger We dont go to church and cant pray in school Listen real close to what Im sayin fool I know kids who went to school together Now they all grown up, tryin to kill each other Shootouts on the playground is where it goes down But back in the day, we rode the merry-go-round And some little kid might shoot me tonight And I always used to wonder what the future be like Curse words on the tv and radio You wanna see sex, turn it on hbo Late at night, you see women freak women Sex sale, thats why I keep pimpin I grew up in the 70s, somethin like crooklyn But I was in cali not brooklyn I could tell the whole world was going crazy But it really didnt happen til the 80s With freebasin and smokin crack A lotta people learned not to joke with that Streets flooded, with homeless folks Whole families, lives gone up in smoke Were all related to a crackhead Sometimes I wake up in the mornin and wanna go back to bed Layin these thinkin bout things About the way life change How women used to like to wear decent clothes Now they curse like men and dress like hoes You supposed to be a virgin til you marry But teenage girls find it normal to carry a baby Babies havin babies Rappers like me always disrespectin ladies Wonder why its like that, well so do i But I just turn my back and then I go get high Cause I get paid real good to talk bad about a bitch And you bought it, so dont be mad I got rich Ask your grandparents, is life the same Man thangs change Chorus There used to be a time when old folks were respected Kids talkin back was never accepted Get spanked and your mouth got washed out with soap But kids nowadays will curse out old folks Then you tell me I need to be a role model And get these babies off the 40ounce bottles But Im not the one who made alcohol legal Liquor stores on every corner thats why we go Buy 40ounces and go get drunk Dont respect our kids, like no good punks And then they grow up to be hardcore criminals Shoot em up, slang dope always pimpin hoes I know its those that dont believe what Im sayin on the mic right So baby d wont you tell them what its like [baby d] Its kinda hard comin up as a youngster Gotta deal with the roof that Im under Even though my moms got it hard My daddy passed away, now Im stuck without a father But times have changed bro I never ever seen santa claus comin through the ghetto But you know what I always see I always see the white man robbin the black man back g And I dont even get in trouble for it And I dont see nothin forward Always tryin to beat the black man to death Punk police wanna hide behind your badge Always tryin arrest somebody All we gotta do is beat him with the billyclub Here I come, I comin with my gun Im shootin in the head police now what [short dawg] I tell you life is too short for it to be like that We gotta be leaders, cant follow the pack With all them fiends in the streets smokin crack What you give life is what it gives you back Cause money in the ghetto aint nothin new But when you get the money gotta know what to do Buy you a business or buy you a house Just so the police cant wipe you out I heard it in the streets, they say you the man So try to help your brothers and lend a helpin hand Now what we gone do [mr. malik] We came to stack some bodies, killin everybody like john gotti I said we came to stack some bodies, killin everybody like john gotti Now run up and get gun up the slack black Im hittin blackjack in the casino when I mack slap What you wanna play like al pacino with this Type of style withthe lyricist this funk of hits And the biscuits I drop Motherfuckers know I come down and show me ? ? I dont really care From the front or the rear Word to your mother Im bout to smother and smear Its that master all I intelligent Chain that I swing from the others is irrelevant For you motherfucker step up to the m-i-c Im down with shorty, ant banks and mally g Its malik and I freak its obsolete My technique motherfucker know I flow over
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