Songtexte 1995 - Dayno

1995
I'd have loved to have lived at those times
Coolio was first in the charts with a classic like G Paradise
Giuro non morirà mai (giuro non morirà mai)
Gotta get back to the work tho
Copped a few pieces to feed out the wardrobe
Back to the work tho
Ho finito tutto, ora portami il conto

Eatin' pasta with my nonna,
Do yo thing, is good on mute
Hella bitches want a photo
And they call "mon amour"
(u stupid bitch, I ain't French)
Balenciaga on my boots
Designer jeans on a fruit
I gotta hunnid thousand homies
And we all look pretty good
'member when I used to get home
And cry my heart out because of grandma
(U don't know)
That's why I got love for no woman
Unless that we sharin' the same fuckin' bloodline
Yeah, woah, roll up a swisher an' hit
Ain't never pushin' no brick
Ain't never pullin' no stick
I got a regural gig, yeah, uh
Cookin' up songs in my bedroom
Remixin' up weed and mash-rooms
(run it back run it back run it back)
The whole block is like: "Woah stop,
Why did you do 'em like that?"
Cause I'm tired of 'em wannabe rappers
That can't even back up half the shit
that they said
(U fuckin' stupid rats, I ain't playin' shit)

1995
I'd have loved to have lived at those times,
Coolio was first in the charts with a classic like G Paradise
Giuro non morirà mai (giuro non morirà mai)
Gotta get back to the work tho
Copped a few pieces to feed out the wardrobe
Back to the work tho
Ho finito tutto, ora portami il conto
1995
I'd have loved to have lived at those times,
Coolio was first in the charts with a classic like G Paradise
Giuro non morirà mai (giuro non morirà mai)
Gotta get back to the work tho
Copped a few pieces to feed out the wardrobe
Back to the work tho
Ho finito tutto, ora portami il conto