Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Lyrics to the song How Come By Point One From The album Married written By Justin D. Myers Jango and datpiff.com

Lyrics to the song How Come By Point One From The album Married written By Justin D. Myers       Jango and datpiff.com




" 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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