U Don't Wanna Be Broke Lyrics
| Song | U Don't Wanna Be Broke |
| Artist | Bad Azz |
| Album | Personal Business (Explicit) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Smith, Stamps | |
| (talking) | |
| Check it, brrrrrow! | |
| That was personal! | |
| It's real with this | |
| I came here right now to put a little hope in the hearts, | |
| and the minds of those have-nots | |
| You don't wanna be broke, you wanna be rich and famous | |
| (Bad Azz is a fool) | |
| well why would you go where everybody knows what your name is | |
| (Bad Azz is a fool) | |
| (Verse 1) | |
| I'm a product of the block | |
| selling crumbs off this fifty dollar rock | |
| and my house is the dope spot | |
| on the couch with the door locked | |
| Shorty K's on the phone, Lil J's on the floor | |
| the Jeffersons on the tube somebody knockin at my door | |
| who is it? | |
| I aint expectin no visit | |
| so shady, I answer the door with the 380 | |
| cuz lately, haters been pushing my buttons | |
| frontin niggas get nothin | |
| it's like all of the sudden | |
| everybody's want a Bentley | |
| everybody got a rap | |
| everybody done been in a gang or sold a little crack | |
| How's that? | |
| for history on Unsolved Mysteries | |
| you niggas wanna holla at Bad, you can get with me | |
| in traffic I'm a hood-type nigga made good | |
| I'm the chronic wit it, stress weed tastes like wood | |
| and you should, recognize life is more important | |
| every second that goes by, it's only getting shorter | |
| we order death at the burger stand | |
| murder stands closer to love than hate, wait | |
| drugs are more abundant than fate | |
| and there some places about as safe as being nowhere | |
| close to your gun out in Kosovo | |
| run on feet from the cops, | |
| with the lights from the chopper on your back | |
| ditch the strap, with the other hand throw the sack | |
| if they catch me without the gun they gon' stretch me | |
| fuck a six, I'd rather deal with God and repent | |
| and on this one way street of life that ends in the middle | |
| there's a little time left, let's hit the liquor store and get some liqour nigga | |
| drink away the drama before it leads us astray | |
| wake up drunk and do the same thing the very next day | |
| and aye aye | |
| if I cane I aint got enough money honey | |
| real sunny days make me horny, do you want me | |
| to spend a little money on your panties and a movie and some candy with some doobie and some brandy, and he | |
| took her to the hotel | |
| to whoop her and let her throw tail | |
| all around the room, and check out about noon | |
| to zoom zoom | |
| and I smashed off | |
| just to drop the ass off | |
| and turn the beat up, and speed up | |
| cuz this the type of shit that niggas thrash on | |
| (chorus) | |
| You don't wanna be broke, you wanna be rich and famous | |
| (Bad Azz is a fool) | |
| well why would you go, where everybody knows what your name | |
| (Bad Azz is a fool) | |
| I can see you don't know, exactly what the game is | |
| (Bad Azz is a fool) | |
| I'm just trying to give you hope, that's exactly what my aim is | |
| (Bad Azz is a fool) | |
| (Verse 2) | |
| In this forsaken life of sin | |
| they got a cell for you waiting at the pen | |
| your homies is there, that aint never coming back again | |
| it's silly murders in the dope game | |
| robbed and executed over cocaine | |
| from Little Rock on back up to Spokane | |
| and L.A.'s the same thang | |
| the same place the kids play they gang bang | |
| they bang bang and shoot em up | |
| and who the fuck! | |
| got heart enough to talk to a pistol | |
| blow the whistle on your life | |
| it's like craps on the dice | |
| bustin' caps on a bike | |
| flee speedin down an alley | |
| thinking 'Damn! It's somethin bout Cali' | |
| It's water or the Cavi | |
| naw maybe it's the bitches and the sunshine | |
| fool it's the palm trees, cool breeze and one time | |
| This the home of ragtops and swimsuits | |
| we wear Chuck Taylors, nigga we don't fuck with Timb boots | |
| We 2pac wit it (what) | |
| We too hot wit it (what) | |
| Keep two glocks wit em (what) | |
| shoot two cops wit em (what) | |
| we on the block wit it | |
| raw, nonstop wit it | |
| run up bustin', nigga cuz we aint cockin shit | |
| We in the chamber off safety | |
| you in danger if you hatin all that envy and that drama really make me | |
| wanna take it there, make it wear | |
| you aint really safe out here | |
| Comin up on your block | |
| poppin shots out the drop | |
| Snatch my ski mask off, turn the beat up | |
| and speed up, cuz this the shit that niggas thrash on | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Bad Azz is a fool (repeated until end) |
| zuo qu : Smith, Stamps | |
| talking | |
| Check it, brrrrrow! | |
| That was personal! | |
| It' s real with this | |
| I came here right now to put a little hope in the hearts, | |
| and the minds of those havenots | |
| You don' t wanna be broke, you wanna be rich and famous | |
| Bad Azz is a fool | |
| well why would you go where everybody knows what your name is | |
| Bad Azz is a fool | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I' m a product of the block | |
| selling crumbs off this fifty dollar rock | |
| and my house is the dope spot | |
| on the couch with the door locked | |
| Shorty K' s on the phone, Lil J' s on the floor | |
| the Jeffersons on the tube somebody knockin at my door | |
| who is it? | |
| I aint expectin no visit | |
| so shady, I answer the door with the 380 | |
| cuz lately, haters been pushing my buttons | |
| frontin niggas get nothin | |
| it' s like all of the sudden | |
| everybody' s want a Bentley | |
| everybody got a rap | |
| everybody done been in a gang or sold a little crack | |
| How' s that? | |
| for history on Unsolved Mysteries | |
| you niggas wanna holla at Bad, you can get with me | |
| in traffic I' m a hoodtype nigga made good | |
| I' m the chronic wit it, stress weed tastes like wood | |
| and you should, recognize life is more important | |
| every second that goes by, it' s only getting shorter | |
| we order death at the burger stand | |
| murder stands closer to love than hate, wait | |
| drugs are more abundant than fate | |
| and there some places about as safe as being nowhere | |
| close to your gun out in Kosovo | |
| run on feet from the cops, | |
| with the lights from the chopper on your back | |
| ditch the strap, with the other hand throw the sack | |
| if they catch me without the gun they gon' stretch me | |
| fuck a six, I' d rather deal with God and repent | |
| and on this one way street of life that ends in the middle | |
| there' s a little time left, let' s hit the liquor store and get some liqour nigga | |
| drink away the drama before it leads us astray | |
| wake up drunk and do the same thing the very next day | |
| and aye aye | |
| if I cane I aint got enough money honey | |
| real sunny days make me horny, do you want me | |
| to spend a little money on your panties and a movie and some candy with some doobie and some brandy, and he | |
| took her to the hotel | |
| to whoop her and let her throw tail | |
| all around the room, and check out about noon | |
| to zoom zoom | |
| and I smashed off | |
| just to drop the ass off | |
| and turn the beat up, and speed up | |
| cuz this the type of shit that niggas thrash on | |
| chorus | |
| You don' t wanna be broke, you wanna be rich and famous | |
| Bad Azz is a fool | |
| well why would you go, where everybody knows what your name | |
| Bad Azz is a fool | |
| I can see you don' t know, exactly what the game is | |
| Bad Azz is a fool | |
| I' m just trying to give you hope, that' s exactly what my aim is | |
| Bad Azz is a fool | |
| Verse 2 | |
| In this forsaken life of sin | |
| they got a cell for you waiting at the pen | |
| your homies is there, that aint never coming back again | |
| it' s silly murders in the dope game | |
| robbed and executed over cocaine | |
| from Little Rock on back up to Spokane | |
| and L. A.' s the same thang | |
| the same place the kids play they gang bang | |
| they bang bang and shoot em up | |
| and who the fuck! | |
| got heart enough to talk to a pistol | |
| blow the whistle on your life | |
| it' s like craps on the dice | |
| bustin' caps on a bike | |
| flee speedin down an alley | |
| thinking ' Damn! It' s somethin bout Cali' | |
| It' s water or the Cavi | |
| naw maybe it' s the bitches and the sunshine | |
| fool it' s the palm trees, cool breeze and one time | |
| This the home of ragtops and swimsuits | |
| we wear Chuck Taylors, nigga we don' t fuck with Timb boots | |
| We 2pac wit it what | |
| We too hot wit it what | |
| Keep two glocks wit em what | |
| shoot two cops wit em what | |
| we on the block wit it | |
| raw, nonstop wit it | |
| run up bustin', nigga cuz we aint cockin shit | |
| We in the chamber off safety | |
| you in danger if you hatin all that envy and that drama really make me | |
| wanna take it there, make it wear | |
| you aint really safe out here | |
| Comin up on your block | |
| poppin shots out the drop | |
| Snatch my ski mask off, turn the beat up | |
| and speed up, cuz this the shit that niggas thrash on | |
| Chorus | |
| Bad Azz is a fool repeated until end |
| zuò qǔ : Smith, Stamps | |
| talking | |
| Check it, brrrrrow! | |
| That was personal! | |
| It' s real with this | |
| I came here right now to put a little hope in the hearts, | |
| and the minds of those havenots | |
| You don' t wanna be broke, you wanna be rich and famous | |
| Bad Azz is a fool | |
| well why would you go where everybody knows what your name is | |
| Bad Azz is a fool | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I' m a product of the block | |
| selling crumbs off this fifty dollar rock | |
| and my house is the dope spot | |
| on the couch with the door locked | |
| Shorty K' s on the phone, Lil J' s on the floor | |
| the Jeffersons on the tube somebody knockin at my door | |
| who is it? | |
| I aint expectin no visit | |
| so shady, I answer the door with the 380 | |
| cuz lately, haters been pushing my buttons | |
| frontin niggas get nothin | |
| it' s like all of the sudden | |
| everybody' s want a Bentley | |
| everybody got a rap | |
| everybody done been in a gang or sold a little crack | |
| How' s that? | |
| for history on Unsolved Mysteries | |
| you niggas wanna holla at Bad, you can get with me | |
| in traffic I' m a hoodtype nigga made good | |
| I' m the chronic wit it, stress weed tastes like wood | |
| and you should, recognize life is more important | |
| every second that goes by, it' s only getting shorter | |
| we order death at the burger stand | |
| murder stands closer to love than hate, wait | |
| drugs are more abundant than fate | |
| and there some places about as safe as being nowhere | |
| close to your gun out in Kosovo | |
| run on feet from the cops, | |
| with the lights from the chopper on your back | |
| ditch the strap, with the other hand throw the sack | |
| if they catch me without the gun they gon' stretch me | |
| fuck a six, I' d rather deal with God and repent | |
| and on this one way street of life that ends in the middle | |
| there' s a little time left, let' s hit the liquor store and get some liqour nigga | |
| drink away the drama before it leads us astray | |
| wake up drunk and do the same thing the very next day | |
| and aye aye | |
| if I cane I aint got enough money honey | |
| real sunny days make me horny, do you want me | |
| to spend a little money on your panties and a movie and some candy with some doobie and some brandy, and he | |
| took her to the hotel | |
| to whoop her and let her throw tail | |
| all around the room, and check out about noon | |
| to zoom zoom | |
| and I smashed off | |
| just to drop the ass off | |
| and turn the beat up, and speed up | |
| cuz this the type of shit that niggas thrash on | |
| chorus | |
| You don' t wanna be broke, you wanna be rich and famous | |
| Bad Azz is a fool | |
| well why would you go, where everybody knows what your name | |
| Bad Azz is a fool | |
| I can see you don' t know, exactly what the game is | |
| Bad Azz is a fool | |
| I' m just trying to give you hope, that' s exactly what my aim is | |
| Bad Azz is a fool | |
| Verse 2 | |
| In this forsaken life of sin | |
| they got a cell for you waiting at the pen | |
| your homies is there, that aint never coming back again | |
| it' s silly murders in the dope game | |
| robbed and executed over cocaine | |
| from Little Rock on back up to Spokane | |
| and L. A.' s the same thang | |
| the same place the kids play they gang bang | |
| they bang bang and shoot em up | |
| and who the fuck! | |
| got heart enough to talk to a pistol | |
| blow the whistle on your life | |
| it' s like craps on the dice | |
| bustin' caps on a bike | |
| flee speedin down an alley | |
| thinking ' Damn! It' s somethin bout Cali' | |
| It' s water or the Cavi | |
| naw maybe it' s the bitches and the sunshine | |
| fool it' s the palm trees, cool breeze and one time | |
| This the home of ragtops and swimsuits | |
| we wear Chuck Taylors, nigga we don' t fuck with Timb boots | |
| We 2pac wit it what | |
| We too hot wit it what | |
| Keep two glocks wit em what | |
| shoot two cops wit em what | |
| we on the block wit it | |
| raw, nonstop wit it | |
| run up bustin', nigga cuz we aint cockin shit | |
| We in the chamber off safety | |
| you in danger if you hatin all that envy and that drama really make me | |
| wanna take it there, make it wear | |
| you aint really safe out here | |
| Comin up on your block | |
| poppin shots out the drop | |
| Snatch my ski mask off, turn the beat up | |
| and speed up, cuz this the shit that niggas thrash on | |
| Chorus | |
| Bad Azz is a fool repeated until end |
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