Noreaga - Sometimes Lyrics
Verse 1: noreagaYo 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 aint home, not yet (not yet? )Yo it dont matter cuz wes 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 armsHe 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 ima 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 brokeVerse 2: musoliniI ***** 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 the same block as me since we was shortiesThe pain and project gloryI get touched it all absorb me like a weed head rushKeepin the thorough for my passed he-ro, I mustAll my peoples street and physicalI still see you featured in my heart sometimes it might wrinkleMuch drinkin when Im thinkin, its like I feel a hush over the skiesTouched by dead guys speakin...Chorus (repeat 2x)Verse 3: noreagaYo from biggie smalls to killa b too? ? ? and 2pac, yo my twin and my popsHit-hard todd and smiley, t-bone tooAnd plus, my nigga raheem, from ? ? ?You know I poured out beer for fernando tooAnd I still smoke my bogeys in the rest of the crewYo aint nothin changed still play ball the sameI like to cheat a little bit just to run in my gameBut yall niggas aint here, cant believe this shitThought youd always be here, though wed always be clique!But yall niggas not here no more, it aint fair no moreSometimes I get stressed and kick the doorBut I maintain still holdin in the painWhy my pops had to go, why his kids the sameMotha*****in mambo, yo I love my dadI know he probably didnt realize what he hadChorus (repeat 4x)
