Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Too Much, artist - Zion I. Album song Heroes In The City of Dope, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.10.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Z & G
Song language: English
Too Much |
Yeah, some of us are caught up in false raptures, watchin' the clock spin |
Crooked cops shot unarmed innocent men |
The law watches, the often caused conscious |
People hustle illegal in times of lost options |
Instance run with clever intent |
The fish speaks with like an extinction level event |
Is Los Angeles a devilish pit? |
Never forget |
The areas with various sets, treat it like a terrorist threat |
And we should never accept |
Mental incarceration, freedom or death, they need to beat it, man |
Brother bein' deleted man |
Nine millimeters see the hands of people younger than Peter Pan |
Exposin' the truth, I’m closed in the booth |
To show you the goose that’s holdin' the noose |
Some old, rich recluse controllin' the juice |
While the destitute people put a hole in your suit, it’s Too Much |
Ah, Too Much, too many people |
(We all chase the buck, we all don’t give a fuck) |
Ah, Too Much, too many people |
(We all got it tough, we all gon' live it up) |
Ah, Too Much, too many people |
(We all chase the buck, we all don’t give a fuck) |
Too Much, she doin' Too Much |
Henny with the dutch, she about to lose touch |
Stump with the blunt and, head like a pumpkin |
Floss on the cross, rob her when she start stuntin' |
Try to say somethin', but it sound like slurrrrrrr |
Try to paint a picture, but it’s all just blurrrrred |
Truth told, got a heart made of gold |
But the drank make her think she can kick it too cold |
Actin' erratic like a killer on the row |
Stackin' the cabbage, but she spend it at the show |
At the bar, trickin' off like a star |
Jack shots to the floor, now she’s slizzled on the wall |
Nothin' free in this life, little shorty |
Was a school girl, now she just wanna party |
Actin' all grown, when she’s gone |
Chuck it all out on the metro phone, she Too Much |
Ah, Too Much, too many people |
(We all chase the buck, we all don’t give a fuck) |
Ah, Too Much, too many people |
(We all got it tough, we all gon' live it up) |
Ah, Too Much, too many people |
(We all chase the buck, we all don’t give a fuck) |
Gettin' stupid at the light, spinners on the scraper |
East Bay slang, gang lookin' like Quakers |
Man, y’all some Catholics, solve bad habits |
About five deep on two-way gadgets |
I move past it, but everyone in traffic |
Seems like they lost their mind real rapid |
Cameras on bumpers, screens and big thumpers |
Chrome off the lot, and that’s no wonder |
It’s Hip Hop, they got your daughter with a grill |
Rap music, a beast that can’t be killed |
Scantily clad gold diggers wanna chill |
And chase the dream in case it’s real |
Fake thugs entertain now with amateur raps |
Droppin' names and slandering naps |
Pandering, it’s tough enough to claim it |
We seen it before, it’s just the same shit |
Ah, Too Much, too many people |
(We all chase the buck, we all don’t give a fuck) |
Ah, Too Much, too many people |
(We all got it tough, we all gon' live it up) |
Ah, Too Much, too many people |
(We all chase the buck, we all don’t give a fuck) |