Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sunshine, artist - Esham. Album song KKKill The Fetus, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.09.2008
Record label: Aknu Media
Song language: English
Sunshine |
| My life in the sunshine |
| The sun don’t shine too much on mine |
| But I feel funny ways on sunny days |
| Honey plays, money pays, but must it keep her in a daze? |
| Used to be my baby |
| But now you’re just a Bebe Kid |
| And I’m thinkin' about the things I did |
| Just to make you happy |
| Scoob get Scrappy, but listen to the nappy pappy |
| It’s all about money |
| It’s all about mo' money and it’s gettin mo' funny |
| In the sunny days I think about my Wicked ways |
| Juicy’s got me crazed so crime pays |
| Puttin' in work, doing my dirt |
| And I’m the one that ends up gettin' hurt |
| Just for a piece of puss, a piece of bush |
| And now the next man’s gettin' the tush |
| I guess I’ll know next time |
| But for now I’m just losin' my mind |
| Cause I’m caught up in the sunshine |
| In the sunshine |
| I’m feelin' kind of mellow |
| Watch the crackheads say «hello» |
| I’m just a little ghetto boy, ghetto child |
| Runnin' wild with the freestyle |
| I dropped out of school to clock papers |
| Now when the niggas see me, they clock vapors |
| Watchin' them Daytons hit the sunlight |
| Jealous niggas, so I hold my gun tight |
| Everybody out to get me |
| You see, my minds playin' tricks with me, so don’t bullshit me |
| I used to have some homies |
| But see I dissed all my homies so now I’m kind of lonely |
| But it’s all about me |
| But it’s too hard for me to see through my jealousy |
| A nigga caught me slippin' at a red light |
| Two shots to my dome, now I’m dead right |
| Nigga bleedin' in the broad daylight |
| Through thick and thin, homies should stay tight |
| That’s all I was thinkin' bout |
| With my brains blew out |
| In the sunshine |
| In the sunshine |
| Niggas feel good |
| Smokin' herbs, chillin' in the hood |
| Shoot a little dice, fuck a little ho |
| And then some nigga tried to rob the liquor sto' |
| They shot him in the back on the way out |
| Like a sucker |
| What a way to go out |
| Tried to steal some bread to feed his babies |
| Basehead crack baby, neighborhood crazies |
| Now I guess the babies don’t eat |
| Bloody basehead dad dead in the street |
| And it ain’t no rainbows |
| Where the cocaine flows |
| The night train goes |
| Straight to the graveyard |
| That’s where you go when you try to behave hard |
| I guess he’ll know next time |
| But his babies losin' they mind |
| In the sunshine |