Текст песни Bang (Prod. By Piffery Goodz) - Tsu Surf

"Lawd" Ringtone to your Cell 

Lawd

Momma used to leave the porch lights for me? neva had to cut em off herself
I only dream of theft, and I need fuckin' help
The phone ring, anotha t.h.o.t. call
And then a next call from a black car
Her spit's thirsty, or she tryna get me knocked off
Gold digger, when it can't be flopped, popped off
Wait, why ya lookin', is he a fam? He's prolly beef
It's probly love, it's probly hate, these men probly sleep
He's probly old, probly ain't tough, man, probly sweet
Had the strap, I know they got it cheap
But we got it cheap (-er)
Grandma said shame on me!
Me thinkin' how ya put the blame on me?
Ya know I'm out here with this flame on me
But this protection put some change on me
Them niggas try to bang on me
Wonder what Jesus do after the case
No offense, but you can't wonder with a Mac in yo face
She like molly, she luv weed, she got spectacular taste
Got some homies still stuck out there, trappin' away
Lord! These winters be Nova Scotia, I hold it closer
What you drink? I'll take some Henny and a cold mimosa
Few questions, and I'm guessin' you where I come fo closure
Better we had this talk now, cuz I'm a lil older
Went and said sum' shit that I didn't mean
But I mean you let me see sum' shit that shouldn't let be seen
Betta we talk now, betta we talk now

(Hook)
Lord! Eventually, we'll have this conversation
Fuck it! We'll have it now, I won't lie a bit
I'm high as shit
But I got a minute, nobody around, Lord
Please forgive me for my sins
If I had to, I'd prolly do it again
Shit, I did what I coulda did
You don't respomd when I ask you what you woulda did

Chorinus layn that sheet ova that body
Flat trappin' cuz he was prolly trackus
Says momma I'll be back, but he don't know what you know
Or what's in store for him, and you don't plan on wantin' more to tour for him
And that reaper waitin' by the store for him
He just tryna get the traffic out his mother lane
Said he put some joys for a friend to relieve the hunger pain
I relate music that thugs would nothin' relate to it
Muthafucka, ya can't do it!
I'm just tryna help ya see the way thru it
Shit, the tour guide ain't even safe thru it
See niggas hesitatin', get elevated, the place is
The spot is always vacant, out with those who ain't make it
Lost some friends and I hate it
The change to list around, but I ain't make it
Cuz ain't comin' back, I gotta face it
Flashback, rewind, replays it
I saw you left, but you gotta save it

(Hook)
Lord! Eventually, we'll have this conversation
Fuck it! We'll have it now, I won't lie a bit
I'm high as shit
But I got a minute, nobody around, Lord
Please forgive me for my sins
If I had to, I'd prolly do it again
Shit, I did what I coulda did
You don't respomd when I ask you what you woulda did