Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blown Away , by - Cocoa Brovaz. Release date: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Blown Away |
| I got so much trouble on my mind, refuse to lose |
| But sometimes the flesh get’s weak |
| And I regret the decision I choose |
| But I’m not trying to sing the blues |
| Cause life goes on, remembering the verse |
| Nitty showed me a song |
| Kept me calm for a minute though |
| Got me mellow when Juda blaze the Cocoa |
| But in the back of my mind I still know |
| I still got a job to do, for real yo |
| Give thanks for the meal, it’s time to peel though |
| Lick em off, soon be back to build yo |
| On the bricks side where it’s real for sho |
| But what’s really buried deep in the mind, no one knows |
| My peeps keep me grounded, so my head don’t blow |
| It’s a struggle but the more I smoke the more my mind flow |
| Losing my mind, tryin' to stay high |
| Everybody fuckin wit me, cuz they know I keep a pound of trees |
| Cuz I gotta maintain in me |
| But I’m losing my mind, tryin to stay high |
| Gotta link with my P.N.C |
| It’s the life of my man who lived for the root of all evil |
| I can’t knock him though, cause we was once consider peoples |
| We broke bread at the same chicks crib |
| Two ribs we just roughed up |
| Gums we just brushed up |
| I burglarized my first joint playin with stack money |
| Who motto was «I die for it» quote from Stack Money |
| Head Capo, cause shots round the Big Apple |
| Ain’t never been no punk, my guns bust directly at you |
| Would of sworn he was the thoroughest, came through in the prettiest |
| Big boy Benz, 500-S series |
| Bumpin' «For the Love of Money» by the group the O’Jays |
| Spotted the half smoked Philly comin' out the ashtray |
| I didn’t even know, just knew my man Mr. Brown |
| And I’ve been linkin up with dunn for 3 months now |
| Looked at my kiko asked him, which spot he cocked |
| He returned the death stare, eyes full of blood shot |
| Try to block it wit a chuckle, hit that shit nigga fuck you |
| Buck him, pull my coat, just huff on the dust too |
| Like it’s cool to be smokin' on the oolahs |
| Won’t hit the spliff less I see you twist up the buddhas |
| I’m losing my mind, rollin' my dime |
| Friend of mine, tryin' to lace my weed |
| That’s a muthafuckin' friend I don’t need |
| It’s a shame, it’s a shame, how you blamed your man |
| For some shit that you been through, but you don’t understand |
| It’s a price to pay, the price when you play the game |
| If you get up in the game, get hit up in the game |
| I seen niggas snitch just to come home quick |
| Money came home, but he got hit |
| In the bubble whip, with the system in it |
| One shot, fire two, then burst |
| Shit that’s what happen when you thrust |
| You think you comin home, but you meetin chrome |
| You really thought you had the throne, cuz you was the bone |
| On the block, as the bomb rock, now you |
| Under a rock, so the money stop |
| Didn’t know the rules of the game so you plan flop |
| Niggas seein' a vision, tryin' to make it to the top |
| Now I’m losin my mind, gotta take time |
| If I wanna roll that weed, cuz you know I gotta roll it in the leaf |
| Can’t fuck with no phillies |
| I’m losin my mind, smokin my dime |
| On the lo lo from these |
| Cuz you know them niggas lookin for me |
| From some shit back from the 80's |
| I’m losin my mind, fuckin wit ya niggas one time… |
| I just want all yall to keep the faith, and never lose it |
| Coming straight from the heart |
| Cause in this game, it’s a struggle |
| But I just want you to keep strong, and move along |