Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Losing Weight 3, artist - Cam'Ron. Date of issue: 10.01.2020
Song language: English
Losing Weight 3 |
| The present’s great, the future’s bright |
| One thing you can’t take away is my past though |
| A lot of y’all be a dollar short and a day late |
| That’s why I beat y’all to the punch |
| I was 14, just startin' a dream |
| All grandma wanted was a washing machine |
| Couldn’t afford it, left me with a heart full of steam |
| Felt like coffee, let me borrow some cream |
| Hustlers said «You can’t be part of the team», why? |
| «You a ball player, one day you gon' make it out» |
| Yeah I hear all that, but I ain’t tryna wait it out |
| You givin' me the work or what, what the debate about? |
| They said no, so my options I had to weigh it out |
| Fuck the daily news, I’ma found me a paper route |
| Got with the stick up kids, them niggas drove a Pontiac |
| Never met Martin, but could tell you where the Tommy at |
| Pass me the pump, that’s no relation to Johnny, Jack |
| Gripped it like I’m gettin' in and out that laundromat mat |
| Apologize to the couple I had to victimize |
| Week later, told nanna, «Look, I got a big surprise» |
| She was happy, but listen she ain’t no dumb dumb |
| Where the money for this washer and dryer come from? |
| Won it playin' basketball, man, a lump sum |
| Gave her a kiss and a hug, that’s where I come from |
| Why it feel like I’m losin' weight? |
| Why I ain’t got no money if I’m movin' weight? |
| My life’s based upon what I’ma do today |
| Cop a crib, new estate |
| Yeah, that’s what I used to say |
| You can’t get paid on an earth this big, you worthless kid |
| You know the rest, that’s life, nigga (life, nigga) |
| That’s life, nigga (life, nigga) |
| Yeah, huh |
| I had to get off the mob beat |
| I gave 'em up, but shit, it could be my streets |
| Be on boulevards, avenues, side streets |
| Where you get wet and on top is a dry sheet |
| R.I.P. |
| Big L, he put me on his album |
| R.I.P. |
| Bloodshed, y’all niggas knew the outcome |
| R.I.P. |
| Reg White, my nigga was a falcon |
| R.I.P. |
| Hud 6, I’m still lookin' up like «how come?» |
| Can’t forget Fat Mack and Sean Q |
| Right now I’d like to take a second, thank Don Pooh |
| He gave me money to write for Young Gavin |
| I ain’t have a deal, I was full time trappin' |
| I mean, no credentials… |