Lirik Lagu Sometimes - Noreaga
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featuring Musolini
Verse 1: Noreaga
Yo I grew up like the regular thug I think I told you thatMy only means of gettin money was to sell the crackI shot a nigga did a bid nigga all of thatSo now I kick back and get paid for raw rapNigga 'Pone ain't home not yet (not yet?)Yo it don't matter cuz we's all on the same setMe and ??? kick it on the here and thereThe really head to tough but the love is thereMy pops died on July 3rd, '98So now a nigga need mad herbCuz my pops is here yo he loved his sonMatter of fact my pops the one that showed me a gunAnd said "Popi, you gotta protect ya momsEven if that means that you gotta strap up arms"He used to make me hit the punching bagMy dad, he was a boxer godAnd he really was glad yo the boxing the golden gloveHe just a thug and I love him yoSo I'ma spread that love...
Chorus (repeat 2x)
Sometimes I wanna cry and pray, sometimesSometimes I want Channel 8, sometimesSometimes I get drunk all god damn daySometimes I wanna go back around the waySometimes I wanna ride and smoke, sometimesSometimes I got money and I still feel broke
Verse 2: Musolini
I cock and pop 3 in the air for my niggas not hereLocked it wit me, your legacy live on with me continuouslyTremendously I blow weed deep in my memoryYou still breathe, your face show through your seedsAnd who know it that you go so quickWe all felt hopeless, through blunt smokeMy pen spittin and I show thisI swore an oath you would noticeI go to lengths with my rap strengthsWhen I think about my past friends K-Rock and D-zoPrimo from
Verse 1: Noreaga
Yo I grew up like the regular thug I think I told you thatMy only means of gettin money was to sell the crackI shot a nigga did a bid nigga all of thatSo now I kick back and get paid for raw rapNigga 'Pone ain't home not yet (not yet?)Yo it don't matter cuz we's all on the same setMe and ??? kick it on the here and thereThe really head to tough but the love is thereMy pops died on July 3rd, '98So now a nigga need mad herbCuz my pops is here yo he loved his sonMatter of fact my pops the one that showed me a gunAnd said "Popi, you gotta protect ya momsEven if that means that you gotta strap up arms"He used to make me hit the punching bagMy dad, he was a boxer godAnd he really was glad yo the boxing the golden gloveHe just a thug and I love him yoSo I'ma spread that love...
Chorus (repeat 2x)
Sometimes I wanna cry and pray, sometimesSometimes I want Channel 8, sometimesSometimes I get drunk all god damn daySometimes I wanna go back around the waySometimes I wanna ride and smoke, sometimesSometimes I got money and I still feel broke
Verse 2: Musolini
I cock and pop 3 in the air for my niggas not hereLocked it wit me, your legacy live on with me continuouslyTremendously I blow weed deep in my memoryYou still breathe, your face show through your seedsAnd who know it that you go so quickWe all felt hopeless, through blunt smokeMy pen spittin and I show thisI swore an oath you would noticeI go to lengths with my rap strengthsWhen I think about my past friends K-Rock and D-zoPrimo from
