Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 6 'N The Mornin', artist - Glasses Malone. Date of issue: 11.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
6 'N The Mornin' |
| 6'n the morning’police at my door |
| Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor |
| Out the back window I make a escape |
| Don’t even get a chance to grab my old school tape |
| Mad with no music but happy 'cause I’m free |
| And the streets to a player is the place to be Gotta knot in my pocket weighin’at least a grand |
| Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand |
| I’m a self-made monster of the city streets |
| Remotely controlled by hard hip hop beats |
| But just livin’in the city is a serious task |
| Didn’t know what the cops wanted |
| Didn’t have the time to ask |
| -Word- |
| Seen my homeboys coolin’way out told 'em bout my mornin' |
| Cold bugged’em out shot allmenn little dice until my knees got sore |
| Kicked around some stories bout the night before |
| Possed to the corner where the fly girls chill |
| Through action at some freaks until one bitch got ill |
| She started actin’stupid simply would not quit |
| Called us all punk pussies said we all weren’t shit |
| As we walked over to here hoe continued to speak |
| So we beat the bitch down in the god damn street |
| But just livin’in the city a serious task |
| Bitch didn’t know what hit her didn’t have time to ask |
| -Word- |
| Continued clockin’freaks with emcee posterior |
| Rollin’in allmenn blazer with a louie interior |
| Solid gold the ride was raw |
| Bust allmenn left turn was on Crenshaw |
| Sean-e-sean was the driver Known to give freaks hell |
| Had a beeper goin’off like a high school bell |
| Looked in the mirror what did we see? |
| Fuckin’blue lights L.A. P.D. |
| Pigs searched our car, their day was made |
| Found allmenn uzi, 44 and a handgranade |
| Threw us in the county high power block |
| No freaks to see no beats to rock |
| Didn’t want trouble but the shit must fly |
| Squabbled this sucker shanked’em in the eye |
| But livin’in the county is a serious task |
| Niga didn’t know what happend |
| Didn’t have time to ask |
| Back on the streets after five and a deuce |
| Seven years later but still had the juice |
| My homeboy Ken Gee put me up the track |
| Told me E’s rollin’Villain — BJ’s got the sack |
| Bruce is a giant — Nat C’s clockin’Dough |
| Be bop’s a pimp. |
| My old freaks a hoe |
| The batter rams rollin’rocks are the thing |
| Life has no meaning and money is king |
| Then he looked at me slowely and Hen had to grin |
| He said Man you out early we thought you got ten |
| Opened his safe kicked me down with cold cash |
| Knew I would get busy- He didn’t waste time to ask |
| -word- |
| I bought a Benz with the money the rest went to clothes |
| Went to the strip strted pimpin’the hoes |
| My hair had grew long on my seven year stay |
| And when I got it done on my shoulders it lay |
| Hard from the joint but fly to my heart |
| I didn’t want no trouble but the shit had to start |
| Out with my crew some ounks got loud |
| Shot gun blasts echoed throug the crowd |
| Six punks hit two punks died |
| All casualities appiled to their side |
| Human lives has to pass just for talking much trash |
| We didn’t know who they were — No one had the time to ask |
| -Word- |
| Part Two |
| Swat team leader yelled hit the floor |
| Reached in my pocket pulled my 44 |
| Dove across the room peeped out the window |
| Twenty cops jumped behind a Pinto |
| Out the back door like some damn track stars |
| Broke down an alley jumped into a car |
| Suckers didn’t even see us They musta been Blind |
| Black wire touched red the car was mine |
| We hadn’t done nothin’but some suckers got shot |
| Hit the first turn god damn road block |
| Broke through the block and we did it fast |
| Cops wouldn’t shot us on sight |
| They wouldn’t took time to ask |
| -Word- |
| The rollers gave chase at a serious speed |
| One more conviction was all I need |
| This shit was for real |
| This was no La-Di-Da-Di |
| Cause the boys had to pin the shit on somebody |
| And me and my crew we were known to get ill |
| We carried heat for protection but not to kill |
| We bust a corner doin 60 one police car spun |
| And all I was thinkin was murder one |
| Bust a move into an alley and did it right |
| And me and my vrew we’re gone into the night |
| Broke to my old lady’s who drew me a bath |
| She didn’t even know what happend |
| Didn’t care Didn’t ask |
| -Word- |
| Qwe made love like crazy on top of the sheets |
| This girlie was my worlie a natural freak |
| She ran her tonuge over each and every part of me Then she rocked my amadeus as I watched TV |
| A technican with a mission that’s what she was |
| If there had been a crowd she would of got an applause |
| This girl did everything on earth to me that could be done |
| The she backed off and teased me so I couldn’t come |
| Then she cold got stupid pushed me on the floor |
| Had me beggin’to stop as I was acreamin’for more |
| After she waxed by body she let me crash |
| She knew her lovin’was def |
| She didn’t waste time to ask |
| -Word- |
| Up the next mornin’feelin good as hell |
| Sleepin’with a girlie sure beats a cell |
| Hit the boulevard in my A.M.G. |
| Hoe’s catchin’whiplash tryin’to glimpse the T Ring on my mobile yes celluar |
| Got to have a phone when I’m in my car |
| Was my homeboy Red Some say he’s insane |
| Broke his bitch jaw for smkin’came |
| Told me to meet him at the airporrt |
| Said he’s jumpin’bail said he just left court |
| Caught the first thing smokin’in a serious dash |
| Didn’t know where we were going. |
| Didn’t care Didn’t ask |
| -Word- |
| Fell a sleep on the plane and so did he Woke up chillin’in N.Y.C. |
| Called up my posse when I got there |
| Hit the Latin qarter Union Square |
| Rooftop Devil’s nest the rest we passed |
| Back doored the Palladium just for class |
| About 4 am we crashed the deuce |
| We never catch static 'cause my boys got juice |
| Deuced it to the Bronx to rest our heads |
| Where a shoot out jumped off mine people lay dead |
| It sounded like it happend with a mac 10 blast |
| But it was 6'in the mornin' |
| We didn’t wake up to ask… |
| -Word- |