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Testo Da Man - Big Tymers

Testo della canzone Da Man (Big Tymers), tratta dall'album Hood Rich

All I ever wanted to do was be the man

Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam

But the dirty streets in the city won't let me go

Let me go, let me go

All I ever wanted to do was be da man

Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam

But quarter ki's make G's that's all I know

All I know, all I know

A hit of crack frock could get ya fucked up

A ki of coke could get you rich but too much of this shit

Can get you stuck up that's why it's best to deal with

A nigga, that you know and chill with

Case he flip the script, you know where he live at

Plus, the game done came a long way, yeah

We lost a lot of niggas that was speedin' down the wrong way

See these days these niggas, squeeze trig gas quicker than yo' boys

'Cause they got guns bigger than yours plus, ain't not more coppin' out

You either ridin' or tellin' if you ride then you ride forever

Born the son of a straight killa, raised by a strong woman

I'll ride for my homies, so, can a nigga get a bond

Or do another nigga have to come along and raise my daughter an' son

Your Honor, answer this question and be honest

"If you lock me up for the summer will you support my momma?"

All I ever wanted to do was be da man

Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam

But the dirty streets in the city won't let me go

Let me go, let me go

All I ever wanted to do was be da man

Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam

But quarter ki's make G's that's all I know

All I know, all I know

Ay, ay, move on over, I sit and took over 2 clips, the AK holder

Brick taped to my bitch, strapped on her shoulder

Raw grams in the trunk of a jag

Hard ounces stashed in my Cadillac dash

It's drought season daddy, we huntin' for riches

We fly like birds go divin' for fishes

A known deep boy, the no.1 Stunna

Got a hundred brick stash in the back of the Hummer

But on my block, a old tymer got shot

I didn't wanna do it but he was holdin' my spot

I'm shittin' on niggas, grandma got grams

She gave me a revolver, automatics get jammed

I'm 'Hood Rich' nigga one feet in the sand

I'm one of a few niggas that beat the man

All I ever wanted to do was be da man

Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam

But the dirty streets in the city won't let me go

Let me go, let me go

All I ever wanted to do was be da man

Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam

But quarter ki's make G's that's all I know

All I know, all I know

See, check it out, the dope game is a motherfucker, young man

I bet you yo lil' ass ain't even got a gun man

You in the game now you know what you done, done man

Yeah, bruh but I gotta feed my son man

A cutlass supreme, still a young nigga's dream

A solid lil' bitch with a whole lot of cream

Well, lil' one look here, who you scorin' from?

Look, this some shit that'll leave a nigga body numb

Take that, the comeback is incredible

Get caught, then nigga it's federal

By the way, don't say no motherfuckin' names

You listening to me, don't play no mother fuckin' games

You know the rules of this shit

Fuck around and be one dead bitch

It's money and the power, every second, every hour

From score to the floor, bakin' soda to the flour

All I ever wanted to do was be da man

Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam

But the dirty streets in the city won't let me go

Let me go, let me go

All I ever wanted to do was be da man

Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam

But quarter ki's make G's that's all I know

All I know, all I know

All I ever wanted to do was be da man

Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam

But the dirty streets in the city won't let me go

Let me go, let me go

All I ever wanted to do was be da man

Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam

But quarter ki's make G's that's all I know

All I know, all I know

All I ever wanted to do was be da man

Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam

But the dirty streets in the city won't let me go

Let me go, let me go

All I ever wanted to do was be da man

Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Williams, Byron O. Thomas, Maurice Young
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