| 歌曲 | It's On All Day |
| 歌手 | Bad Azz |
| 专辑 | Personal Business (Explicit) |
| 作曲 : Drew, Stamps | |
| (Bad Azz talking) | |
| I hear everybody say they put they heart into they music | |
| Blessed with the time, I wanna share this piece of my life with y'all | |
| I mean all y'all | |
| I dedicate this to the whole wide world | |
| And everybody who's in love with life, feel me, you know what I mean | |
| (Life is full of hard times and then you die) | |
| I gotta thank God for real life 'cause man invented violent death | |
| My generation's in love with sin, I wanna live | |
| I wanna see some more kids, Martini, stress, a little head | |
| 'Cause my son ain't here and only God cures fears | |
| Ain't no woman 'bout a dollar, 'cause what we need, we got it | |
| Even God gave it to us, so one of his people bought it | |
| See change, that's ??? ??? favor this time | |
| He sent the angel to sprinkle some flavor on this rhyme | |
| Sent the poor folks, rice, chicken wings and hope | |
| And for Christmas all the kids got brand new coats | |
| I got a letter from my uncle in jail, he said he love us | |
| Ain't no life in this hell, and only friend is God above us | |
| I told him 'hold on', Pac said 'life goes on' | |
| And what's the price of freedom, if they was wrong we could teach 'em | |
| Damn, you don't know the strength of together | |
| We in the house of smiles if outside this bad weather 'til the sun comes | |
| (Chorus) | |
| In the ghetto we hang all day, play all night | |
| Gotta give thanks for life | |
| In the ghetto it's on all day (it's on), just keep it tight | |
| In the ghetto we hang all day, play all night | |
| We gotta give thanks for life | |
| In the ghetto it's on all day (it's on), just keep it tight | |
| I gotta thank God when I wake up and pray before I go to sleep | |
| And hustle all day, 'cause life ain't cheap | |
| The cost of living is an arm and a leg, so crawl around | |
| Tryna' eat and get back on your feet | |
| If you could sleep, you could try this everyday of the week 'til you deceased | |
| You could sacrifice your life to see peace, with all the grief | |
| Can't buy you a minute of sleep, so stay up | |
| Smoke a blunt and get drunk, like us, don't give a fuck | |
| Thugged out all night, 'til the sun come up | |
| Ridin doubles on a bike, probably playin with my life | |
| Sayin 'that's the police' when we see some headlights | |
| They dead right when they tell you that life ain't long | |
| But keep it tight, and it'll be aight | |
| And I don't lie about nothin, know the truth about me, I be for real | |
| If I lie, you don't know how I feel | |
| It's hard to love the place | |
| somethin you ain't never had the structure to feel | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Before I go I wanna leave this here, with your acceptance | |
| This experience here, has really sharpened my perception | |
| And I'd love to stay, but we all gotta go | |
| Take ya patience, it's a while before you reach ya destination | |
| It's a lot of love here, it's just mixed with all the hate | |
| And I been waitin, I ain't seen no fallin stars or no comet | |
| I was lookin for a sign he said 'I'm it' | |
| I hit the blunt and dumped the ashes and told the homeboys 'stop it' | |
| What gangstas gotta do as saviors and prophets | |
| Nothin, ain't no connection at all | |
| Except the fact that we created by the All Mighty God | |
| That ain't enough to stand up and clap your hands for this song | |
| 'Ain't no supportin Him by myself, I can't stand up for the cause' | |
| Damn, you don't know the strength of together | |
| Didn't wonder when they talked about the power in numbers | |
| I'm the ghetto and I love the hood, what you wonder | |
| (Chorus x2) |
| zuò qǔ : Drew, Stamps | |
| Bad Azz talking | |
| I hear everybody say they put they heart into they music | |
| Blessed with the time, I wanna share this piece of my life with y' all | |
| I mean all y' all | |
| I dedicate this to the whole wide world | |
| And everybody who' s in love with life, feel me, you know what I mean | |
| Life is full of hard times and then you die | |
| I gotta thank God for real life ' cause man invented violent death | |
| My generation' s in love with sin, I wanna live | |
| I wanna see some more kids, Martini, stress, a little head | |
| ' Cause my son ain' t here and only God cures fears | |
| Ain' t no woman ' bout a dollar, ' cause what we need, we got it | |
| Even God gave it to us, so one of his people bought it | |
| See change, that' s nbsp??? nbsp??? favor this time | |
| He sent the angel to sprinkle some flavor on this rhyme | |
| Sent the poor folks, rice, chicken wings and hope | |
| And for Christmas all the kids got brand new coats | |
| I got a letter from my uncle in jail, he said he love us | |
| Ain' t no life in this hell, and only friend is God above us | |
| I told him ' hold on', Pac said ' life goes on' | |
| And what' s the price of freedom, if they was wrong we could teach ' em | |
| Damn, you don' t know the strength of together | |
| We in the house of smiles if outside this bad weather ' til the sun comes | |
| Chorus | |
| In the ghetto we hang all day, play all night | |
| Gotta give thanks for life | |
| In the ghetto it' s on all day it' s on, just keep it tight | |
| In the ghetto we hang all day, play all night | |
| We gotta give thanks for life | |
| In the ghetto it' s on all day it' s on, just keep it tight | |
| I gotta thank God when I wake up and pray before I go to sleep | |
| And hustle all day, ' cause life ain' t cheap | |
| The cost of living is an arm and a leg, so crawl around | |
| Tryna' eat and get back on your feet | |
| If you could sleep, you could try this everyday of the week ' til you deceased | |
| You could sacrifice your life to see peace, with all the grief | |
| Can' t buy you a minute of sleep, so stay up | |
| Smoke a blunt and get drunk, like us, don' t give a fuck | |
| Thugged out all night, ' til the sun come up | |
| Ridin doubles on a bike, probably playin with my life | |
| Sayin ' that' s the police' when we see some headlights | |
| They dead right when they tell you that life ain' t long | |
| But keep it tight, and it' ll be aight | |
| And I don' t lie about nothin, know the truth about me, I be for real | |
| If I lie, you don' t know how I feel | |
| It' s hard to love the place | |
| somethin you ain' t never had the structure to feel | |
| Chorus | |
| Before I go I wanna leave this here, with your acceptance | |
| This experience here, has really sharpened my perception | |
| And I' d love to stay, but we all gotta go | |
| Take ya patience, it' s a while before you reach ya destination | |
| It' s a lot of love here, it' s just mixed with all the hate | |
| And I been waitin, I ain' t seen no fallin stars or no comet | |
| I was lookin for a sign he said ' I' m it' | |
| I hit the blunt and dumped the ashes and told the homeboys ' stop it' | |
| What gangstas gotta do as saviors and prophets | |
| Nothin, ain' t no connection at all | |
| Except the fact that we created by the All Mighty God | |
| That ain' t enough to stand up and clap your hands for this song | |
| ' Ain' t no supportin Him by myself, I can' t stand up for the cause' | |
| Damn, you don' t know the strength of together | |
| Didn' t wonder when they talked about the power in numbers | |
| I' m the ghetto and I love the hood, what you wonder | |
| Chorus x2 |