How Many Times? Lyrics

How Many Times? lyrics

How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?

How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?

How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?

How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?



How many times will you honk your horn and say fuck you?

Now what the fuck does that do?

Ya feel better now I didn't let ya pass

How 'bout I stop my car, and beat your fuckin' ass?

How many times will my neighbor beat his wife?

Somewhere in that house there's a butcher knife

Fuckin' drunk, swingin' his fists about

Why don't you wait till he sleeps, and take him out?

How many times will I sit in a hot car?

Traffic jam, been sittin' for a fuckin' hour



Must be an accident, I hope nobody died

Finally get there, and the crash is on the other side

The gawkers roll by and creep slow

Hopin' they can see a mangled body show

Some park, and stand there and watch it all

With their kids, they point, and fuckin' stare and just look

I remember one time I was pulled over

Handcuffed, the cop was like, shows over

People watching, hoping that he shoots me

I just wanted to choke their fuckin' heads



How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?

How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?

How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?

How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?



How many times will I wait in a line

It's three thirty, I fuckin' got here at nine

I'm finally up to the front, can't wait another minute

Why am I here? To pay a fuckin' parking ticket

The lady at the counter acts like a fuckin' bitch

No smiles, no help, you're just a piece of shit

I'm gettin' pissed, calm down, fuck it, forget it

Back to my car, and there it is, another ticket



How many times will a crack head smoke crack

And ask me for some money 'cuz he wants crack

Give him money, again, he's coming back

Walk away, and here's another, Gimmie Crack

How many time will a kid give a dirty look

A little punk ass bitch tryin' to be a crook

I wrote the book, I was out robbin' liquor stores

When you were just a nut stain in your mama's drawers



How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?

How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?

How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?

How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?



How many times will you steal my car stereo,

It don't even work, ya feel like a bitch, don't ya?

I vacuum all the fuckin' glass off from my seat,

I sit down, and got a piece stuck in my butt cheek

How many times did I walk in, and just sit,

And have to listen, and learn all this bullshit

Learnin' history and science, fuckin' wait

Knowin' that, will that put food on my plate?



Yeah, can I walk into McDonald's, into the counter

And tell 'em you can make limestone from gunpowder

Will they give me a cheeseburger if I know that shit?

Fuck no, fuck you, and shut your fuckin' lip

How many times will a judge decide my fate

Who is he? A bitch nothin' great

He takes shits, and fuck his old floppy wife

Plays with his balls and judges my life



How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?

How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?

How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?

How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?



How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?

How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?

How many times will I ask myself, why how many times?

How many times will I ask myself, why how many times will I cry?



{Dawg, I peels cats all day long, mutha fucka

The call me the big wheeler cat peeler, ya know what I'm sayin'?

I run this whole mutha fucka

The whole block, dawg

They call me the king, the big king, king killer big wheeler cat peeler Yeah
That's what they call me around this mutha fucka

I run this bitch

I got this bitch locked down I'm a big gang banga, man

I'm a gang banga mutha fucka

See, they ain't think that we was gang bangin'

Out in this neighborhood

But they don't know about me and my clik, dawg

And if you all wanna be down

Shit, we can sit down and talk

Ya know what I'm sayin'}



{Bobby, get your ass here right now and finish your homework

Here I come, aw dawg I gotta go man

But look, meet me here tomorrow after school

Oh wait I got year book awright meet me here

Around five-thirty tomorrow, dawg awright guys peace

I hope he doesn't get grounded, dude

Yeah, me too 'cause then we couldn't be gang bangers}