Friday, December 10, 2010

lyfe "lyricks to how come"

" how come"
                   i cant get a government job
i got people looking at me lyke i hustle an rob

"how come"
                  it's so hard so i cant feed the kids
these food stamps dont help and the wic aint shit

"how come"
                 i go to college and i have 2 jobs
but i cant get a loan or a credit card

"how come"
                 all the police, know my name
but they dont want to support or here shit i say

"how come"
                i have to grynd just to pay the rent
feed myself, dress the young, and pay the phone bill pimp

"how come"
                i make that , minimum wage
doing whatever i gotta do so, a playa can get payed


                                   im a hustla from back in the old days
                              sippin yac, old E, on the corner
                                  with blaze fire, we smoke weed
                              get fucked up, do any thing to get paper
                                  im a hustla never a hater step in flyboogaters

                               yeah  heard   what i say
                                 and your girl loves me
                                i spread game shit from the back
                               been ------pen--ten---tree

                              but i dont love it, dont lease shit
                             and  how come they wont just
                              let me out
                               they say they overcrowed
                              but they kept me in

-echo-
"goodnight all you boys n girls"
"layen in your beds all around the world"

                              wether its
4 in the morning
and theres nobody yawning
see were just tryin, close your eyes

count the sheep, close your lids dont, make a peep
but if ya-
see the mouse, let him creep , let him creep
watch him-
get his cheese
let him-
slide into his house
under-
neath the crib so he can go feed his mouth
the crew, and his boys
you know--,--how it is
we dont, have no toys
but we stays with a toaster
and im not speaking on the ones for the bread
talking bout the thang
that you load the bullets straight to your head

                        "booyach-booyach"

yeah thats the sound of that shawty
quick to rattle your body no night mares young homie



"how come"
                i cant get a government job
i got , people lookin at me lyke im hustlen raw
"how come"
                its so hard to get food for the kids
i cant get food stamps,  and the wic aint shit
"how come"
                im in college and i have two jobs
 pluss i cant geta credit,  or a f****on job
"howcome"
                 all the police know my name
but they dont want to support or hear shit i say


                              im a hustla, hustla, bat an gat cha
run bases,
               under neath the black lights
and see all faces
see the lights on the freeway gliss'n
as im,
sittin in  the limo
doing what i gotts to demo

        bang, shit, ho---
ohh-,-i-,-do
and -,-i
ryde--slyde--past your base n say im fly
smoke a blunt -- under,neath the blue
and beautifull black sky as i
prey to god
im ---a

                                   "hustla,-hustla"
                                      "busta,-busta"
 you could  nair not dare ever come n fuck me


                                             (pause for beat)1sec
                                      "goodnight" x 6

"how come"
                 i cant get a government job
i got people looking at me lyke im hustl'n raw
"how come"
               its so hard to get food for the kids
these food stamps dont help,--and the wic aint shit


                                     "booyach--booyach"
                               thats the sound of the shawty
                              quick to rattle your body
                               no night mares young home--y

                           "good night all  you boys n girls"
                         " laying in your beds all around the world"
                         "wether its"
                             "4 in the morning and theres nobody yawning"
                        "see we just try'n close are eyes"
                        "count the sheep--, close your lids"
                         "dont make a peep"
                           "but if ya"
                          "see the mouse--let him creep,--let him creep"
                         "watch him---"
                        "get his cheese,--let him slide into his house"
               "under"--neath the crib , so he can go and feed his mouth
                         "the crew,-- and his boys"
                         "you know,--  how it is"
                      "we dont have no toys"
                       "but he stays -with a toaster"
                  "and im not speakin on the one for the bread"
                  "talkin bout the thang that loads the bullets for ya head"


                                  "booyach--booyach"
                              yeah thats the sound of the shawty
                            quick to rattle your bodys
                                   of them hype mares homie!!

                     "how come"
                                      wit jip jybe

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