Thangs Change lyrics
[Jamal] Simpty is for them simp ass niggaz Talkin lot, til I spray dumpin
??? niggaz Whenver talklin shit, I straight rip 'em And niggaz know I
come equip when I whip them
[Short Dawg] You say how can I make these
dirty raps Number one albums, back to back If it was 1950, do you think I
sell, no They probably throw me straight to jail I tell you life just
ain't what it used to be Between you and me, exclusively Everybody's
changed, were losing our minds The government won't help, cause they refuse
to find A solution to the problems of the inner streets Its a shame what
our kids are beginning to be Pregnant teenagers, young gun slangers There
ain't no love, there ain't nothin but anger We don't go to church and can't
pray in school Listen real close to what I'm sayin fool I know kids who
went to school together Now they all grown up, tryin to kill each
other Shootouts on the playground is where it goes down But back in the
day, we rode the merry-go-round And some little kid might shoot me
tonight And I always used to wonder what the future be like Curse words
on the tv and radio You wanna see sex, turn it on HBO Late at night, you
see women freak women Sex sale, that's why I keep pimpin I grew up in the
70s', somethin like Crooklyn But I was in Cali not Brooklyn I could tell
the whole world was going crazy But it really didn't happen til the
80s' With freebasin and smokin crack A lotta people learned not to joke
with that Streets flooded, with homeless folks Whole families, lives gone
up in smoke We're all related to a crackhead Sometimes I wake up in the
mornin and wanna go back to bed Layin these thinkin bout things About the
way life change How women used to like to wear decent clothes Now they
curse like men and dress like hoes You supposed to be a virgin til you
marry But teenage girls find it normal to carry a baby Babies havin
babies Rappers like me always disrespectin ladies Wonder why its like
that, well so do I But I just turn my back and then I go get high Cause I
get paid real good to talk bad about a bitch And you bought it, so don't be
mad I got rich Ask your grandparents, is life the same Man thangs
change
Chorus
There used to be a time when old folks were
respected Kids talkin back was never accepted Get spanked and your mouth
got washed out with soap But kids nowadays will curse out old folks Then
you tell me I need to be a role model And get these babies off the 40ounce
bottles But I'm not the one who made alcohol legal Liquor stores on every
corner that's why we go Buy 40ounces and go get drunk Don't respect our
kids, like no good punks And then they grow up to be hardcore
criminals Shoot 'em up, slang dope always pimpin hoes I know its those
that don't believe what I'm sayin on the mic right So Baby D won't you tell
them what its like
[Baby D] Its kinda hard comin up as a
youngster Gotta deal with the roof that I'm under Even though my moms got
it hard My daddy passed away, now I'm stuck without a father But times
have changed bro I never ever seen Santa Claus comin through the
ghetto But you know what i always see I always see the white man robbin
the black man back G And I don't even get in trouble for it And I don't
see nothin forward Always tryin to beat the black man to death Punk
police wanna hide behind your badge Always tryin arrest somebody All we
gotta do is beat him with the billyclub Here I come, I comin with my
gun I'm shootin in the head police now what
[Short Dawg] I tell
you life is too short for it to be like that We gotta be leaders, can't
follow the pack With all them fiends in the streets smokin crack What you
give life is what it gives you back Cause money in the ghetto ain't nothin
new But when you get the money gotta know what to do Buy you a business
or buy you a house Just so the police can't wipe you out I heard it in
the streets, they say you the man So try to help your brothers and lend a
helpin hand Now what we gone do
[Mr. Malik] We came to stack some
bodies, killin everybody like John Gotti I said we came to stack some
bodies, killin everybody like John Gotti Now run up and get gun up the slack
black I'm hittin blackjack in the casino when I mack slap What you wanna
play like Al Pacino with this Type of style withthe lyricist this funk of
hits and the biscuits I drop Motherfuckers know I come down and show me
?? I don't really care From the front or the rear Word to your mother
I'm bout to smother and smear Its that master all I intelligent Chain
that I swing from the others is irrelevant For you motherfucker step up to
the m-i-c I'm down with Shorty, Ant Banks and Mally G Its Malik and I
freak it's obsolete My technique motherfucker know I flow over beats Like
water, slaughter dick in yo daughter And my nuts up in her jaws when she
suckin on my balls Yiggy y'all niggaz best to ask somebody Cause I'm
shootin motherfuckers down with the shotty Its the motherfuckin master
blaster Its, its the motherfuckin ghetto bastard
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