Lirik Lagu Thangs Change - Too $hort F/ Baby D & Illegal (Jamal & Mr. Malik)
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[Jamal]Simpty is for them simp ass niggazTalkin lot, til I spray dumpin ??? niggazWhenver talklin shit, I straight rip 'emAnd niggaz know I come equip when I whip them
[Short Dawg]You say how can I make these dirty rapsNumber one albums, back to backIf it was 1950, do you think I sell, noThey probably throw me straight to jailI tell you life just ain't what it used to beBetween you and me, exclusivelyEverybody's changed, were losing our mindsThe government won't help, cause they refuse to findA solution to the problems of the inner streetsIts a shame what our kids are beginning to bePregnant teenagers, young gun slangersThere ain't no love, there ain't nothin but angerWe don't go to church and can't pray in schoolListen real close to what I'm sayin foolI know kids who went to school togetherNow they all grown up, tryin to kill each otherShootouts on the playground is where it goes downBut back in the day, we rode the merry-go-roundAnd some little kid might shoot me tonightAnd I always used to wonder what the future be likeCurse words on the tv and radioYou wanna see sex, turn it on HBOLate at night, you see women freak womenSex sale, that's why I keep pimpinI grew up in the 70s', somethin like CrooklynBut I was in Cali not BrooklynI could tell the whole world was going crazyBut it really didn't happen til the 80s'With freebasin and smokin crackA lotta people learned not to joke with thatStreets flooded, with homeless folksWhole families, lives gone up in smokeWe're all related to a crackheadSometimes I wake up in the mornin and wanna go back to bedLayin these thinkin bout thingsAbout the way life changeHow women used to like to wear decent clothesNow they curse like men and dress like hoesYou supposed to be a virgin til you marryBut teenage girls find it normal to carry a babyBabies havin babiesRappers like me always disrespectin ladiesWonder why its like that, well so do IBut I just turn my back and then I go get highCause I get paid real good to talk bad about a bitchAnd you bought it, so don't be mad I got richAsk your grandparents, is life the sameMan thangs change
Chorus
There used to be a time when old folks were respectedKids talkin back was never acceptedGet spanked and your mouth got washed out with soapBut kids nowadays will curse out old folksThen you tell me I need to be a role modelAnd get these babies off the 40ounce bottlesBut I'm not the one who made alcohol legalLiquor stores on every corner that's why we goBuy 40ounces and go get drunkDon't respect our kids, like no good punksAnd then they grow up to be hardcore criminalsShoot 'em up, slang dope always pimpin hoesI know its those that don't believe what I'm sayin on the mic rightSo Baby D won't you tell them what its like
[Baby D]Its kinda hard comin up as a youngsterGotta deal with the roof that I'm underEven though my moms got it hardMy daddy passed away, now I'm stuck without a fatherBut times have changed broI never ever seen Santa Claus comin through the ghettoBut you know what i always seeI always see the white man robbin the black man back GAnd I don't even get in trouble for itAnd I don't see nothin forwardAlways tryin to beat the black man to deathPunk police wanna hide behind your badgeAlways tryin arrest somebodyAll we gotta do is beat him with the billyclubHere I come, I comin with my gunI'm shootin in the head police now what
[Short Dawg]I tell you life is too short for it to be like thatWe gotta be leaders, can't follow the packWith all them fiends in the streets smokin crackWhat you give life is what it gives you backCause money in the ghetto ain't nothin newBut when you get the money gotta know what to doBuy you a business or buy you a houseJust so the police can't wipe you outI heard it in the streets, they say you the manSo try to help your brothers and lend a helpin handNow what we gone do
[Mr. Malik]We came to stack some bodies, killin everybody like John GottiI said we came to stack some bodies, killin everybody like John GottiNow run up and get gun up the slack blackI'm hittin blackjack in the casino when I mack slapWhat you wanna play like Al Pacino with thisType of style withthe lyricist this funk of hitsand the biscuits I dropMotherfuckers know I come down and show me ??I don't really careFrom the front or the rearWord to your mother I'm bout to smother and smearIts that master all I intelligentChain that I swing from the others is irrelevantFor you motherfucker step up to the m-i-cI'm down with Shorty, Ant Banks and Mally GIts Malik and I freak it's obsoleteMy technique motherfucker know I flow over beatsLike water, slaughter dick in yo daughterAnd my nuts up in her jaws when she suckin on my ballsYiggy y'all niggaz best to ask somebodyCause I'm shootin motherfuckers down with the shottyIts the motherfuckin master blasterIts, its the motherfuckin ghetto bastard
[Short Dawg]You say how can I make these dirty rapsNumber one albums, back to backIf it was 1950, do you think I sell, noThey probably throw me straight to jailI tell you life just ain't what it used to beBetween you and me, exclusivelyEverybody's changed, were losing our mindsThe government won't help, cause they refuse to findA solution to the problems of the inner streetsIts a shame what our kids are beginning to bePregnant teenagers, young gun slangersThere ain't no love, there ain't nothin but angerWe don't go to church and can't pray in schoolListen real close to what I'm sayin foolI know kids who went to school togetherNow they all grown up, tryin to kill each otherShootouts on the playground is where it goes downBut back in the day, we rode the merry-go-roundAnd some little kid might shoot me tonightAnd I always used to wonder what the future be likeCurse words on the tv and radioYou wanna see sex, turn it on HBOLate at night, you see women freak womenSex sale, that's why I keep pimpinI grew up in the 70s', somethin like CrooklynBut I was in Cali not BrooklynI could tell the whole world was going crazyBut it really didn't happen til the 80s'With freebasin and smokin crackA lotta people learned not to joke with thatStreets flooded, with homeless folksWhole families, lives gone up in smokeWe're all related to a crackheadSometimes I wake up in the mornin and wanna go back to bedLayin these thinkin bout thingsAbout the way life changeHow women used to like to wear decent clothesNow they curse like men and dress like hoesYou supposed to be a virgin til you marryBut teenage girls find it normal to carry a babyBabies havin babiesRappers like me always disrespectin ladiesWonder why its like that, well so do IBut I just turn my back and then I go get highCause I get paid real good to talk bad about a bitchAnd you bought it, so don't be mad I got richAsk your grandparents, is life the sameMan thangs change
Chorus
There used to be a time when old folks were respectedKids talkin back was never acceptedGet spanked and your mouth got washed out with soapBut kids nowadays will curse out old folksThen you tell me I need to be a role modelAnd get these babies off the 40ounce bottlesBut I'm not the one who made alcohol legalLiquor stores on every corner that's why we goBuy 40ounces and go get drunkDon't respect our kids, like no good punksAnd then they grow up to be hardcore criminalsShoot 'em up, slang dope always pimpin hoesI know its those that don't believe what I'm sayin on the mic rightSo Baby D won't you tell them what its like
[Baby D]Its kinda hard comin up as a youngsterGotta deal with the roof that I'm underEven though my moms got it hardMy daddy passed away, now I'm stuck without a fatherBut times have changed broI never ever seen Santa Claus comin through the ghettoBut you know what i always seeI always see the white man robbin the black man back GAnd I don't even get in trouble for itAnd I don't see nothin forwardAlways tryin to beat the black man to deathPunk police wanna hide behind your badgeAlways tryin arrest somebodyAll we gotta do is beat him with the billyclubHere I come, I comin with my gunI'm shootin in the head police now what
[Short Dawg]I tell you life is too short for it to be like thatWe gotta be leaders, can't follow the packWith all them fiends in the streets smokin crackWhat you give life is what it gives you backCause money in the ghetto ain't nothin newBut when you get the money gotta know what to doBuy you a business or buy you a houseJust so the police can't wipe you outI heard it in the streets, they say you the manSo try to help your brothers and lend a helpin handNow what we gone do
[Mr. Malik]We came to stack some bodies, killin everybody like John GottiI said we came to stack some bodies, killin everybody like John GottiNow run up and get gun up the slack blackI'm hittin blackjack in the casino when I mack slapWhat you wanna play like Al Pacino with thisType of style withthe lyricist this funk of hitsand the biscuits I dropMotherfuckers know I come down and show me ??I don't really careFrom the front or the rearWord to your mother I'm bout to smother and smearIts that master all I intelligentChain that I swing from the others is irrelevantFor you motherfucker step up to the m-i-cI'm down with Shorty, Ant Banks and Mally GIts Malik and I freak it's obsoleteMy technique motherfucker know I flow over beatsLike water, slaughter dick in yo daughterAnd my nuts up in her jaws when she suckin on my ballsYiggy y'all niggaz best to ask somebodyCause I'm shootin motherfuckers down with the shottyIts the motherfuckin master blasterIts, its the motherfuckin ghetto bastard
