歌曲 | Life Ain't Never What It Seems to Be |
歌手 | Bad Azz |
专辑 | Personal Business |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Drew, Stamps | |
(Bad Azz) | |
California's just a **** spot | |
Home where people sleepin' with they **** locked | |
Crack spot, jackpot, rob you with a black glock | |
Cash in my stash, bought my last on a 'Llac drop | |
It's that, somethin' old school with a ragtop | |
We tall cans, and tattoos | |
You smoke ********, we match you | |
With tank tops, Levi's, and house shoes | |
We in the alley or the front on the curb | |
We in the city with the cavi or the valley with the herb | |
We just the home of gang bangin', keepin' one off in the chamber | |
County time, and everyday it's on the grind | |
We got the ghetto bird, sheriff's, and the sea shores | |
The earthquakes, but that ain't what you packin' heat for | |
That's for the rowdy 2000 cowboys | |
Like down South they 'bout it, the heat make a loud noise | |
The swap meet's and hoodrats, they reside here | |
The good - and even young die here | |
(Chorus) | |
Life ain't never what it really seems to be | |
All I wanna do is just fulfill my destiny | |
(Sometimes it might get rough, but sometimes it ain't never enough | |
it all depends on how you hustle) | |
Life ain't never what it really seems to be | |
All I wanna do is just fulfill my destiny | |
(Sometimes it might get rough, but sometimes it ain't never enough | |
it all depends on how you hustle) | |
(Bad Azz) | |
Man, the Beach is still a mother******** | |
Man, the game ain't changed a bit | |
It's still - rock for rock, it's still pounds to flip | |
It's still - low lifes with the hammer ********ed | |
And you chill, before you find your life half a block | |
from the spot that I pulled this and shot at that bull************t | |
You talkin', I'll pull quick and turn the light out in your house | |
It's on, cause if it ain't, it's grown | |
Might have to bank that Brougham that's on them Dayton's, that's to make a getaway | |
We known to start a riot, we ain't home if it's quiet | |
We wired, we never sleep, and we rarely get tired | |
We on fire, I wil' out and clap that ass up | |
You heard of Juvenile ************, "Back That Azz Up" | |
C'mon!, get with it, jump on it and hit a corner with me | |
I'm on one 'til God come and get me - feel me? | |
Cause ain't too many ********z thuggin' like this though | |
You buggin' like you ate a couple slugs from my pistol | |
(Chorus) | |
Life ain't never what it really seems to be | |
All I wanna do is just fulfill my destiny | |
(Sometimes it might get rough, but sometimes it ain't never enough | |
it all depends on how you hustle) | |
Life ain't never what it really seems to be | |
All I wanna do is just fulfill my destiny | |
(Sometimes it might get rough, but sometimes it ain't never enough | |
it all depends on how you hustle) | |
(Bad Azz) | |
Everythang ain't made for everybody | |
I feel it ain't me if it ain't real | |
It ain't bangin' like this - I ain't finna write ************t | |
It ain't the Low Life Gang, I don't too much hang | |
I'm 'bout my money and my cash flow | |
Saggin' my ************ies, rockin' my afro | |
Four or five gats in the 'Llac, follow the Astro | |
I'm thug luv, every night is a club | |
And L.A.'s a playground when you ******' with us | |
(Check it out) My homie asked me could I get him some head | |
I hooked him up with a bad ************ he slept in the bed with | |
And that's just a small thang to a giant | |
You'll be amazed what your brain could do, if you just try it | |
If you don't want it, don't buy it | |
If you gon' suck it, don't bite it | |
And if you got the feelin', don't fight it | |
Too many choices make a ******** confused | |
So find somethin' to do before your life is through | |
(Chorus x2.5) | |
Life ain't never what it really seems to be | |
All I wanna do is just fulfill my destiny | |
(Sometimes it might get rough, but sometimes it ain't never enough | |
it all depends on how you hustle) | |
Life ain't never what it really seems to be | |
All I wanna do is just fulfill my destiny | |
(Sometimes it might get rough, but sometimes it ain't never enough | |
it all depends on how you hustle) |
zuo qu : Drew, Stamps | |
Bad Azz | |
California' s just a spot | |
Home where people sleepin' with they locked | |
Crack spot, jackpot, rob you with a black glock | |
Cash in my stash, bought my last on a ' Llac drop | |
It' s that, somethin' old school with a ragtop | |
We tall cans, and tattoos | |
You smoke , we match you | |
With tank tops, Levi' s, and house shoes | |
We in the alley or the front on the curb | |
We in the city with the cavi or the valley with the herb | |
We just the home of gang bangin', keepin' one off in the chamber | |
County time, and everyday it' s on the grind | |
We got the ghetto bird, sheriff' s, and the sea shores | |
The earthquakes, but that ain' t what you packin' heat for | |
That' s for the rowdy 2000 cowboys | |
Like down South they ' bout it, the heat make a loud noise | |
The swap meet' s and hoodrats, they reside here | |
The good and even young die here | |
Chorus | |
Life ain' t never what it really seems to be | |
All I wanna do is just fulfill my destiny | |
Sometimes it might get rough, but sometimes it ain' t never enough | |
it all depends on how you hustle | |
Life ain' t never what it really seems to be | |
All I wanna do is just fulfill my destiny | |
Sometimes it might get rough, but sometimes it ain' t never enough | |
it all depends on how you hustle | |
Bad Azz | |
Man, the Beach is still a mother | |
Man, the game ain' t changed a bit | |
It' s still rock for rock, it' s still pounds to flip | |
It' s still low lifes with the hammer ed | |
And you chill, before you find your life half a block | |
from the spot that I pulled this and shot at that bull t | |
You talkin', I' ll pull quick and turn the light out in your house | |
It' s on, cause if it ain' t, it' s grown | |
Might have to bank that Brougham that' s on them Dayton' s, that' s to make a getaway | |
We known to start a riot, we ain' t home if it' s quiet | |
We wired, we never sleep, and we rarely get tired | |
We on fire, I wil' out and clap that ass up | |
You heard of Juvenile , " Back That Azz Up" | |
C' mon!, get with it, jump on it and hit a corner with me | |
I' m on one ' til God come and get me feel me? | |
Cause ain' t too many z thuggin' like this though | |
You buggin' like you ate a couple slugs from my pistol | |
Chorus | |
Life ain' t never what it really seems to be | |
All I wanna do is just fulfill my destiny | |
Sometimes it might get rough, but sometimes it ain' t never enough | |
it all depends on how you hustle | |
Life ain' t never what it really seems to be | |
All I wanna do is just fulfill my destiny | |
Sometimes it might get rough, but sometimes it ain' t never enough | |
it all depends on how you hustle | |
Bad Azz | |
Everythang ain' t made for everybody | |
I feel it ain' t me if it ain' t real | |
It ain' t bangin' like this I ain' t finna write t | |
It ain' t the Low Life Gang, I don' t too much hang | |
I' m ' bout my money and my cash flow | |
Saggin' my ies, rockin' my afro | |
Four or five gats in the ' Llac, follow the Astro | |
I' m thug luv, every night is a club | |
And L. A.' s a playground when you ' with us | |
Check it out My homie asked me could I get him some head | |
I hooked him up with a bad he slept in the bed with | |
And that' s just a small thang to a giant | |
You' ll be amazed what your brain could do, if you just try it | |
If you don' t want it, don' t buy it | |
If you gon' suck it, don' t bite it | |
And if you got the feelin', don' t fight it | |
Too many choices make a confused | |
So find somethin' to do before your life is through | |
Chorus x2. 5 | |
Life ain' t never what it really seems to be | |
All I wanna do is just fulfill my destiny | |
Sometimes it might get rough, but sometimes it ain' t never enough | |
it all depends on how you hustle | |
Life ain' t never what it really seems to be | |
All I wanna do is just fulfill my destiny | |
Sometimes it might get rough, but sometimes it ain' t never enough | |
it all depends on how you hustle |
zuò qǔ : Drew, Stamps | |
Bad Azz | |
California' s just a spot | |
Home where people sleepin' with they locked | |
Crack spot, jackpot, rob you with a black glock | |
Cash in my stash, bought my last on a ' Llac drop | |
It' s that, somethin' old school with a ragtop | |
We tall cans, and tattoos | |
You smoke , we match you | |
With tank tops, Levi' s, and house shoes | |
We in the alley or the front on the curb | |
We in the city with the cavi or the valley with the herb | |
We just the home of gang bangin', keepin' one off in the chamber | |
County time, and everyday it' s on the grind | |
We got the ghetto bird, sheriff' s, and the sea shores | |
The earthquakes, but that ain' t what you packin' heat for | |
That' s for the rowdy 2000 cowboys | |
Like down South they ' bout it, the heat make a loud noise | |
The swap meet' s and hoodrats, they reside here | |
The good and even young die here | |
Chorus | |
Life ain' t never what it really seems to be | |
All I wanna do is just fulfill my destiny | |
Sometimes it might get rough, but sometimes it ain' t never enough | |
it all depends on how you hustle | |
Life ain' t never what it really seems to be | |
All I wanna do is just fulfill my destiny | |
Sometimes it might get rough, but sometimes it ain' t never enough | |
it all depends on how you hustle | |
Bad Azz | |
Man, the Beach is still a mother | |
Man, the game ain' t changed a bit | |
It' s still rock for rock, it' s still pounds to flip | |
It' s still low lifes with the hammer ed | |
And you chill, before you find your life half a block | |
from the spot that I pulled this and shot at that bull t | |
You talkin', I' ll pull quick and turn the light out in your house | |
It' s on, cause if it ain' t, it' s grown | |
Might have to bank that Brougham that' s on them Dayton' s, that' s to make a getaway | |
We known to start a riot, we ain' t home if it' s quiet | |
We wired, we never sleep, and we rarely get tired | |
We on fire, I wil' out and clap that ass up | |
You heard of Juvenile , " Back That Azz Up" | |
C' mon!, get with it, jump on it and hit a corner with me | |
I' m on one ' til God come and get me feel me? | |
Cause ain' t too many z thuggin' like this though | |
You buggin' like you ate a couple slugs from my pistol | |
Chorus | |
Life ain' t never what it really seems to be | |
All I wanna do is just fulfill my destiny | |
Sometimes it might get rough, but sometimes it ain' t never enough | |
it all depends on how you hustle | |
Life ain' t never what it really seems to be | |
All I wanna do is just fulfill my destiny | |
Sometimes it might get rough, but sometimes it ain' t never enough | |
it all depends on how you hustle | |
Bad Azz | |
Everythang ain' t made for everybody | |
I feel it ain' t me if it ain' t real | |
It ain' t bangin' like this I ain' t finna write t | |
It ain' t the Low Life Gang, I don' t too much hang | |
I' m ' bout my money and my cash flow | |
Saggin' my ies, rockin' my afro | |
Four or five gats in the ' Llac, follow the Astro | |
I' m thug luv, every night is a club | |
And L. A.' s a playground when you ' with us | |
Check it out My homie asked me could I get him some head | |
I hooked him up with a bad he slept in the bed with | |
And that' s just a small thang to a giant | |
You' ll be amazed what your brain could do, if you just try it | |
If you don' t want it, don' t buy it | |
If you gon' suck it, don' t bite it | |
And if you got the feelin', don' t fight it | |
Too many choices make a confused | |
So find somethin' to do before your life is through | |
Chorus x2. 5 | |
Life ain' t never what it really seems to be | |
All I wanna do is just fulfill my destiny | |
Sometimes it might get rough, but sometimes it ain' t never enough | |
it all depends on how you hustle | |
Life ain' t never what it really seems to be | |
All I wanna do is just fulfill my destiny | |
Sometimes it might get rough, but sometimes it ain' t never enough | |
it all depends on how you hustle |