Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ends, artist - Everlast.
Date of issue: 25.03.1999
Song language: English
Ends |
Some people would rob their mother for the ends |
Rat snitch on one another for the ends |
Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends |
So before we go any further I want my ends |
I knew this cat named Dale |
Who didn’t have a dollar |
He was Harvard material |
Ivy League scholar |
Had a PHD |
An MBA |
But now he’s waitin' tables 'cause there’s rent to pay |
Company’s down sizin' |
Inflation’s risin' |
Can’t find a job |
He’s feelin' kind of stressed |
Doesn’t even feel the effects when he says |
Forgot to count how many times he’s been blessed |
So he falls off track |
Starts smokin' the crack |
And once it hits his brain |
It starts a chain react |
Sells the shirt off his back |
The shoes off his feet |
He’s losin' all his teeth |
Now he’s out on the street |
And all of the sudden he’s like Jesse James |
Tryin' to stick up kids for their watches and chains |
But he’s from business school |
And he’s nervous with the tool |
So he ends up on his back in a bloody pool |
For the ends |
I knew this chick named Sally |
She had a nice strut |
And everywhere that I went she was up in the cut |
Swingin' that butt like «place your ad here» |
Only rapped the Benz |
And rocked the fly gear |
Brand name wearin’Champagne wavin' |
Jewels around the neck |
A lotta style she’s cravin' |
Ain’t no savin' |
She’s doin' all the spendin' |
If you do the lendin' |
She’ll do the bendin' |
Straight machine vendin' |
That’s money for tail |
Shoppin' sprees get her on her knees |
And then you hit her with the keys of your krib you actin' funny |
Come home one day find her countin' out your money |
From the Wetlands all the way to the Apollo |
If you broke she’s spittin' |
If you’re rich she might swallow |
For the ends |
I knew these two homeboys |
That made a lot of noise |
Makin' money on the block |
The kids was on their jock |
They was tougher than leather |
Like Reverend Run |
DMC they was totin' guns |
Holdin' weight |
Goin' out of state |
Stackin' mad chips |
And pushin' phat whips |
Fly jewels and clothes |
And got no job |
And then one disappeared |
And one got robbed |
For the ends |