Текст песни 94 Its Getting Worse - Riky Rick

It′s gonna be too late
And then that's when you′ve gotta pay your own karma
And that's when God makes you punished. When God punishes you
I feel like there's too much money here
Nobody should be hitting the Lotto for $36 million when we got people starving in the streets
That is not idealistic; that′s just real
That′s stupid
There's no way Michael Jackson
Or whoever Jackson... should have a million thousand quadruple billion dollars
And then there′s people starving
There's no way

I pull up in that coupe like it was ′94, 94
I said I pull up in that coupe like it was '94
What year was it man?

I pull up in that coupe like it was ′94
'This was '94 I would be Death Row
I feel like Suge, I let my beard grow
′This was ′94 we would be jack in' up
Havin′ moon walking, Michael Jack-in' up
If this was ′94 Pac would be here too
Screaming Bomaye, pulling honeys in Soweto

I miss my nigga Brown Dash
I pray to God please bring me back my nigga Brown Dash
Lord!

I pull up in that coupe like it was '94
I pull up
I pull up
I pull up
I pull up in that coupe like it was ′94
'This was 94 I would be death row
I pull up in that (I pull up in that)
I pull up (I pull up)
I pull up in that (I pull up in that)
I pull up (I pull up)
I pull up in that (I pull up in that)
I pull up (I pull up)
I said pull up in that (I pull up in that)
I pull up (I pull up)
I pull up in that coupe like it was 94
'This was 94 I would be death row