| The present’s great, the future’s bright
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| One thing you can’t take away is my past though
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| A lot of y’all be a dollar short and a day late
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| That’s why I beat y’all to the punch
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| I was 14, just startin' a dream
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| All grandma wanted was a washing machine
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| Couldn’t afford it, left me with a heart full of steam
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| Felt like coffee, let me borrow some cream
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| Hustlers said «You can’t be part of the team», why?
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| «You a ball player, one day you gon' make it out»
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| Yeah I hear all that, but I ain’t tryna wait it out
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| You givin' me the work or what, what the debate about?
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| They said no, so my options I had to weigh it out
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| Fuck the daily news, I’ma found me a paper route
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| Got with the stick up kids, them niggas drove a Pontiac
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| Never met Martin, but could tell you where the Tommy at
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| Pass me the pump, that’s no relation to Johnny, Jack
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| Gripped it like I’m gettin' in and out that laundromat mat
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| Apologize to the couple I had to victimize
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| Week later, told nanna, «Look, I got a big surprise»
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| She was happy, but listen she ain’t no dumb dumb
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| Where the money for this washer and dryer come from?
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| Won it playin' basketball, man, a lump sum
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| Gave her a kiss and a hug, that’s where I come from
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| Why it feel like I’m losin' weight?
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| Why I ain’t got no money if I’m movin' weight?
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| My life’s based upon what I’ma do today
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| Cop a crib, new estate
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| Yeah, that’s what I used to say
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| You can’t get paid on an earth this big, you worthless kid
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| You know the rest, that’s life, nigga (life, nigga)
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| That’s life, nigga (life, nigga)
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| Yeah, huh
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| I had to get off the mob beat
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| I gave 'em up, but shit, it could be my streets
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| Be on boulevards, avenues, side streets
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| Where you get wet and on top is a dry sheet
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| R.I.P. |
| Big L, he put me on his album
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| R.I.P. |
| Bloodshed, y’all niggas knew the outcome
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| R.I.P. |
| Reg White, my nigga was a falcon
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| R.I.P. |
| Hud 6, I’m still lookin' up like «how come?»
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| Can’t forget Fat Mack and Sean Q
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| Right now I’d like to take a second, thank Don Pooh
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| He gave me money to write for Young Gavin
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| I ain’t have a deal, I was full time trappin'
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| I mean, no credentials… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Losin' weight 3 , by - Cam'Ron. Song from the album Purple Haze 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп