Текст, перевод и аккорды “Soon As I Get Home”
- feat. Yaki Kadafi [Intro: 2Pac] Soon As I Get Home, Soon As I Get Home [Verse 1: 2Pac] Dear baby its me again, stuck inside this packed pen trying to pay my debt for all my sins See this penitentiary time be so heavy on my mind at times its like I'm living just to die I'm living in hell, stuck in my jail cell, stranded in the county jail waiting for my chance to post bail I wanna be paid in large stacks, I mash so fast I blast wondering how long will I last My memories fade when I'm intoxicated busters be shady so I'm dumping on cowards daily we never faded I know I said it all before but now I mean it visions of you and me ballin, so crystal clear I seen it Even though you mad at me you'll be glad to see the strategy of making these chips come so easily I max out in the morning baby, life is good me and you against the whole world Soon as I get home [Chorus: 2Pac] Grab my gat, locate my comrads Lets get my enemies, not knowing I'm coming back Go get the money out the safe It's time to turn the streets to a war zone Soon as I get home [Verse 2: 2Pac] Sittin here looking at pictures of you and me living but now your out in the world, while I'm twisted in prison Love letters come daily words of perfection you send me money and news clips, beggin for sex and.. Stay wide open, keep yours eyes peeled in my advice you keep it real and they can die squealing Plus I never have to worry about a visit, cause your there daily guards trying to get your number, you don't dare tell me Tongue kissing, steady humpin, trying to accomplish something before the co. and the warden jump in, frontin Late night reminiscing, everybody's quiet I think something in the air, prepare for the riot In padlocks and my socks, tied to the bed frame I touch her thug love, but they got my head in pain Started a war but now I'm gone release me to the streets in the morning its on Soon as I get home [Chorus] [Verse 3: Yaki Kadafi] See you been gone my whole life, like a game a cee-lo fulfilling your dreams on the streets like nino Brown, the whole town be shook up and me and momma surviving depends on how many rocks a nigga cook up Narcotics is mastered, seen them niggas you blasted wanting me in a casket, on the grind I'm faster Yea nigga I heard, lil' moo gave me word you get paroled on the 3rd,ill roll up we get served We out here frontin, still don't care about nothin rollin in my double r and Im trying to see somethin' we ain't never had came from a life of living, learn the tricks of the trade shit shoulda been taught by dad But learned through the crew, that's just between me and you and once we lock this shit down, ain't a thing they can do Meanwhile I'll stay waiting by the phone hoping I'll get the call, telling a nigga that you home. [chorus x8]
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