Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Here We Go, artist - Drag-On. Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
Here We Go |
| Everyday is the same day |
| It’s Groundhog day, it’s Groundhog day |
| Wake up in the morning wipe the cold from my eyes |
| Put my dick in, grab the ashtray and take a tote from the lye |
| Hear the folks outside, kids cutting school |
| Grab the remote play the hot shit, of course my shit |
| Steam up the bathroom till the mirrors fog |
| Can’t wait to ball, with my niggas God |
| Dry off splash on the Izzi Miak |
| Cut up the rock, head for the door oops forgot |
| You know I can’t leave my chrome that’s my love jones |
| Niggas in front of the building niggas making a killing |
| But when I come through niggas catching they feelings |
| 'Cuz the fiends follow who 'cuz my bottles be spilling |
| I can hear 'em now, «What'd he get a ship from Brazil?» |
| «It's gotta be good look at the fiends leaving they children» |
| And that’s fucked up niggas mad 'cuz my pockets bucked up |
| With my clique pull the truck up |
| Yo hold up, let me get this dough before it slow up |
| Then we can go see about some ass and go cut some hash |
| This bundle is my last jump in the ride what’s that |
| DMX shit go head put it on my shit |
| From look through my eyes |
| Burning in hell, but don’t deserve to be |
| Got niggas I don’t even know that wanna murder me |
| Every day is the same day |
| Just because they heard of me and they know that |
| The dark is for real, the bark is for real |
| When you see that spark it’ll kill |
| Ayo, go down to the fifth, aight |
| You know where D and them be standing thick |
| Fucking wit them chicks that strip and niggas that claim they spit |
| But all I hear is they want out like I got my gun out |
| 'Cuz they rhymes run out, running off at the mouth |
| Yo Ralph let’s be out, back to the BX |
| Royal blue Chevy followed by the GS |
| Keep the guns heavy just in case some B.S. |
| 'Cuz niggas like to test me should I say he rest |
| Hop on the celly, yo hit the deacon |
| This nigga say he ain’t got my money and I just don’t believe him |
| So we gonna give him a little scare |
| Let him know whats love is love but with my slugs its no fair |
| And how the soldiers come out of nowhere for the dollars |
| And how we keep our products I’m a holla, tomorrow |
| 'Cuz for some reason it’s always a hater around |
| Then you know me, duffing 'em out and busting 'em down |
| Then I drop off my nigga, pick up my chick up |
| 'Cuz she volunteer dick suck, with a little liquor |
| Just watch out for her mister, now I’m in the crib |
| Twisting out her rib |
| Didn’t hear the baby father coming with the kids |
| Now I’m in some shit, and the closets un-roomy |
| Plus to me that’s unruly |
| So I played like a robber running out flashing a tooly |
| Got undressed when I got home didn’t let nobody in |
| Then I woke up the next morning the same shit happened again |
| Everyday is the same day |
| It’s Groundhog day |
| It’s Groundhog day |
| It’s Groundhog day |