Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song So Sad , by - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Release date: 18.09.2006
Song language: English
So Sad |
| All these slimy grimy women, birthin children to make a livin |
| So sad, you’re so sad, you’re so sad, you’re so sad |
| All these slimy grimy women, whirly women chasin millions |
| Sad, you’re so sad, you’re so sad, you’re so sad |
| I got a lot of negative problems; |
| I call 'em baby’s mommas |
| There be always drama cause they always callin |
| Draggin me in and out of the courtroom, man |
| How much is enough to support you, ma’am? |
| Got a nigga in the jam I am, sittin in the cell with no bail |
| But I got cash, man I tell y’all |
| Women, playin the game birthin children to make a livin |
| She don’t need a 9-to-5 cause she workin the system |
| Bitches! |
| Grimy, nasty, old wicked-ass bitches |
| Schemin and tryin to skeez on a real nigga |
| Hold my baby ransom and tryin to get some advances |
| But before I give you half Miss, I go to jail and chance it (yeah) |
| You golddiggin hoes get nothin, nathan, nada |
| You’re lucky if I even holla |
| It’s so sad, it’s so sad, it’s so sad, it’s so sad |
| Better watch it boy, sneaky bitches, grimy bitches |
| Down for takin, stickin all these bitches nigga listen |
| Hoes’ll get you fucked up, some of 'em like to cut shit |
| Some of 'em think they smart, I’m knockin |
| Bitches have you locked up, and it’s fucked up |
| Shit, we gotta have that ass, and it’s no love |
| Mamis just be at that stash, tryin to get me |
| Pop one in and now she got my ass for 18, she got my cash |
| Now the people in my buisness, gotta pay up (pay up) |
| Or it’s on, I’m gone, while the slut lays up |
| But naw, naw dawg, I can’t see myself bein broke |
| Or trippin 'bout no broad, dawg (hell naw) |
| If in fact, if it’s mine give it back |
| One-two-three-fo', baby daddy’s past mistakes |
| Gotta pay for that share, I’m 'bout the garbage-ass kids |
| Let me catch another nigga, leave that bitch! |
| See I was brought up on the side of the tracks |
| With the roaches and the rats |
| Brats, big grimy bitches approaches niggas with the gats |
| Out to rob ya, out to get ya, nigga livin is a gamble |
| Bitches settin niggas up, with their baby mama scandal |
| Women these days worse than fiends in the 80's |
| Tryin to collect all the welfare, havin about ten babies |
| Shady, shiesty women, they might like me |
| See a nigga with money and they think they might try me (I doubt it) |
| Keep it movin baby, I’m the one that keep it player |
| No matter how you fix your hair or how you shake your derriere |
| I won’t fuck it, trained not to love it |
| She won’t cut into my budget with kids playin the puppets |
| It’s a goddamn shame, America the great |
| Give a nigga a case because my pockets ain’t straight |
| Look nigga, if you can’t take care of your kids |
| Cause these set-up grimy bitches tryin to use them to live, nigga |