Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still Going Through a Thang, artist - Bootleg. Date of issue: 05.02.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Still Going Through a Thang |
| I’m going through a thang |
| Ohhhohh! |
| Black child, murdered on the playground |
| Blood stains on the ground |
| As they’re taking his body, swish was the only sound |
| Fiends give ace away, suckin dicks in alleyways |
| I understand that crime pay, so I can’t put my gun away |
| My cousin slangin yola on the block like Coca-cola |
| Til he slung a boulder to undercover narcotic soldiers |
| I’m tryin to drink the pain away with liqour |
| But the problems keep on comin |
| Havin visions of some nigga that’s dickin my woman, in my bedroom |
| I’m slowly chewin mushrooms, tryna zoom |
| Cuz I know the end is comin soon |
| My momma got problems of her own, and I’m adding to 'em |
| Feds inditing bitch-ass niggas, and they rattin to 'em |
| Niggas stole my car for the sounds and danas, fuck that |
| Got him back, he tryed to slang it to my neighbor |
| Cardiac arrest, from all this stress that’s on my chest |
| Keepin it real, and yet a nigga still |
| Going through a thang |
| Chorus: Male singer (Bootleg) 2x |
| Oooh I’m, still going |
| Going through a thang (I'm going through a thang, still) |
| Oooh I’m, still going |
| Going through a thang (Still going through a thang) |
| I got some problems, today has been a bad day |
| My auntie stole my closest odom cuz she started smokin llel |
| When I walk my little girl to school, I choose to hold her hand |
| The other day they found a newborn baby in the trashcan |
| Dead wrong, sad song |
| Sunk in the hood, where we come from |
| In the winter time, I donate my old coats to the bums |
| I was raised around |
| Visions of my cold days, walkin prison compounds, look at me now |
| My baby mama suing me, fuckin me on child support |
| Got me for a hundred thousand, right before we went to court |
| I’m catchin myself from fallin, my record deal was stallin |
| Quit tootin no cocaine, why we big ballin |
| These niggas wanna hang, cuz I’m makin change |
| Twenty-inch thangs, hellafied bain |
| Cardiac arrest, from all this stress that’s on my chest |
| Keepin it real, yet a nigga still, going through a thang |
| Ha, ha, ha, ha |
| Still going through a thang |
| Going through some thangs, going through some thangs |
| Going through a thang |
| I’m going, I’m going, through a thiz-ang |
| Wanna let my nuts hiz-ang |
| It’s all about that product sliz-ang |
| Me must be out your miz-ang |
| Esham is who I iz-ang |
| Murders to said I kliz-ang |
| Still down to biz-ang |
| Biz-ang your brains out |
| I ride via same clout |
| Been packin the nine everytime I rhyme, since I came out |
| I’m down with my mellow, Ghetto E be bustin the metal |
| I’m on the driver side, murder by switch of the pedal |
| Hello, once again it’s them cats from Michigan |
| Going through some thangs, that you be like, «Not this again» |
| Dem niggas sellin dope, the preacher gave us hope |
| And couldn’t be save by St. John, Paul, or Pope |