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(feat. Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat)

[Verse 1:]
Street life killed my daddy
Got my momma pregnant in the back of a caddy
Since i lost my first tooth i ain t been happy
Young wild nigga child why that boy is so nappy
He got that devil in im
Police wanna take him down
Used to be a player but the coochie cost money now
He ain t to bright but he know a trap when he see one
Got is conscious in his pants with his gun

[Chorus:]
Seventeen years of rain foggin up my windows (yeah)
It done been seventeen years of pain
But i m still here though
Seventeen years of rain foggin up my window (yeah)
It done been seventeen years of pain but i m still here though

[Verse 2:]
Shoe box full of pictures
All that s left of good times i shared with my niggas
Some alive and some no longer with us
How da, how da, how da hell do you pray for forgiveness
When you got devil in you
Rogain keeps the hair strong but Cocain keeps the cable on
I can t wait till my nigga jb come home
Why do all the real niggas stay gone so long

[Chorus:]
Seventeen years of rain foggin up my window (yeah)
It done been seventeen years of pain
But i m still here though
Seventeen years of rain foggin up my window
It done been seventeen years of pain but i m still here though

[Three 6 Mafia & Project Pat (rap)]
Even though a nigga still in the hood
Gettin drunk and smokin on wood
I ma make it up out of this street life
On the corner is where i stood
Out there all by myself
Cuz a player gotta get this mil
Wearin fur ain t doin us no good
Flippin burgers ain t gonn make you filled
But i m still ten toes in this Hustlin tryna make hood rich
And i still ain t trustin no bitch Cuz the mother fuckers always snitch

Its hard in this ghetto man
Fifteen years old with coke and caine
Cheese don t come i ma go insane Snatch me a purse snatch me a chain
Out here on the block with the fiends and the moon
Squeeze on the glock tryna pop at a goon
He done stole my dough he took my food
Project wasn t born with a silver spoon
In my mouth in my grill wear six chain then niggas get killed
One in the grave the other in jail
Nobody wins thats fo real

Back way when i was a runny nose
runnin round
Up and down the town
Carrying a black glock and a gold frown
I kept that product on me
It wasn t no problem homie
You said it i had it and met you if you stole my money
Just tryna buy bologna but now i m buying lobster
Still totin a glock but pusing a rolls rouce and winning oscars

[Chorus 2x]

Tekst :

(feat. Young Buck, Doc Black)

[RAP]
Shorty!
What you mad for?
I dont know too many that go to sleep in Chanel and wake up in Fendi
You know what it was before you hopped inside my Bentley
And everything was good as long as I kept spending
But I m gonna keep it hood, see you I can do without it
you wonder why we call you bitch, think about it
Go holler at your man, maybe he can support ya
Love dont live here , I aint got notin for ya

[1st Verse]
First things first girl stick that attitude in your purse
straighten up your face before i pull over
Ain t nothing cute about walkin home from work
Check yourself
Now number two
You re my only lady baby, that s the truth
So you can sit and pout until your face turn blue
I will kill a brick and drown a drop of water about you
But there s one thing i can t do

[CHORUS]
Can t force you, I cant force you
To slow down slow down slow down
You re my one and only i ain t tryin to mess around
You re just trippin, you gotta
Slow down slow down slow down
Can t force you, I cant force you
To slow down slow down slow down
You re my one and only i ain t tryin to mess around
You re just trippin, you gotta
Slow down

[2nd Verse]
When I was a tyke
A brother taught himself how to ride a bike
But once i got the hang of it i rode all night
I said that to say
This relationship is gonna have it s good and bad days
It s like fallin off and getting back on again
But no poppin wheelies til we got our balance
I cant handle this

[CHORUS]
Can t force you, I cant force you
To slow down slow down slow down
You re my one and only i ain t tryin to mess around
You re just trippin, you gotta
Slow down slow down slow down
Can t force you, I cant force you
To slow down slow down slow down
You re my one and only i ain t tryin to mess around
You re just trippin, you gotta
Slow down

[RAP]
What up with all these allegations
Shorty all is well
Accusations about my situation, callin my cell
Take a step back, relax, chill, pause exhale
You re the reason i aint got no bars on my cell
You must think I m in this booth spittin these bars for my health
For every action there s a reaction , cause and effect
Good times and bad
times and badtimes, whatever cards are dealt
You need some help cuz I

[CHORUS]
Can t force you, I cant force you
To slow down slow down slow down
You re my one and only i ain t tryin to mess around
You re just trippin, you gotta
Slow down slow down slow down
Can t force you, I cant force you
To slow down slow down slow down
You re my one and only i ain t tryin to mess around
You re just trippin, you gotta
Slow down

Tekst :

See I done been discriminated against
Talked about by my friends
Played a fool by women
And had a daddy with no feelings
I lived in ghettos with my momma
Used the stove to heat our water
and had to share clothes with my brothers
Three of us one bed one cover oh

Chorus:
And those were the happiest days of my lyfe
If it aint rough it aint right
Street lights are coming on
Better get home, better get home
Those were the happiest days of my lyfe
If it aint rough it aint right
While we re reminiscing Christopher Reeves
you re still Superman to me

2nd Verse:
See I done been mistreated and discouraged
felt like I was worthless
Lonely scared and nervous
In a world without no purpose
Cried out to God I didn t deserve this
But he said in time I would
See it s the bad times that make the good times feel so good

Chorus/Rap:
Yo I done changed dirty diapers
Cooked food with lighters
Shot so much game chicks nicknamed me sniper
Famous ghostwriter
Bank account retired
too many zeros
poppy still illegal
Chain look like nickels mixed with icicles
Stretching from the neck area to the genitals
I got a parrot on my shoulder that talk for me
And he don t say shit but nigga back off of me
Yea I m a hood nigga
But I m still a good nigga
Bought a couple kids new bikes, Just cause I could nigga
And I aint one who be lookin for thanks
I just ball cause I like the Yanks

Du bist doch grad erst süsse 16
Dein blondes Haar flattert hell im Wind
Die Lippen rot und das Kleid zu sexy
Halb Frau und doch ein Kind

Er ist erwacht, dieser Traum von Freiheit
Auf einmal ist deine Welt zu klein
Und...

Dein Leben war nicht gerade leicht
In deinen Augen steht geschrieben,
Dass es dir schon lange reicht
Ich weiß, dass du im Nebel stehst
Und dass dich Stimmen rufen
Und du dich um dich selber drehst

Unsere Kindheit ist vorbei
Es weht ein rauer Wind
Wenn du dich jetzt versteckst,...

Como un perro me has traido
Como un perro enloquecido
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Me tienes bien tomada la medida
Reconozco que me exitas
Pero te pasaste de pistola
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Encadenarme...

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