Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song End Of The World, artist - Jayo Felony. Album song Whatcha Gonna Do, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.08.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rush Associated Labels
Song language: English
End Of The World |
Artist: Jayo Felony |
Album: Whatcha Gonna Do |
Song: End of the World |
Uh huh |
Get low baby! |
Come on! |
It’s the end of the world now, yeah! |
Don’t start runnin |
But could you possibly run when you know that God’s comin? |
But we got a lot of hard heads that don’t seem concerned, what? |
So eternally, you burn |
An eternity’s a long long time, so I wrote a strong rhyme |
For these Mc’s that only talk about chrome nines |
Pay attention to each line, I’m about to reach mine |
Be careful cuz they might heat you for just one dime |
Blaze up and won’t think twice about ya, we dyin quicker |
He’s dead so what the hell could he do with some liquor? |
No value for human life |
Can’t understand how a woman could leave a baby in the trash can |
Damn, helpless and starvin, but that’s how life goes |
Can’t aford him? |
Then keep your legs closed |
Thinkin God won’t punish you for what you put that child through |
Havin babies like it’s the thing to do |
What is this world coming to? |
Don’t lie, it’s the end of the world baby |
Can’t lie, it’s the end of the world baby |
Don’t lie, it’s the end of the world baby |
We all know it’s the end of the world, baby |
What is this world coming to?! |
The end, and um there ain’t no stoppin it |
I keep em legit, while others come counterfeit |
You can’t stand being bankrupt, now ya overdosed |
Used to be colors, now they beggin over coats |
How you gon come with that nonsense like it’s all good? |
Tryin to dis a whole coast, can’t even go to your own hood |
I should get ya, but I’m a chill and let the rhyme hit ya |
Keep my name out your mouth, or watch me get wit ya |
Some of y’all gots to like hoes, you need to be on stroll |
Need to get up, get out, and get a bankroll |
Keep em movin like Tony soul, cuz the game’s for sale |
You could offer me a million, but I’ll never tell |
All the money in world could’nt make me sell out a homey |
What is a million dollars worth when you’re lonely? |
You spill the beans me and his dirt (…) |
So now I gotta ask myself |
What is this world coming to? |
Couldn’t live without a check, please tell me |
Four on the floor, one in the belly |
You’re kinda smelly |
Why can’t this girl keep her self up, her health up? |
When the county stop payin, you gon be stuck like chuck |
With five mouths to feed, and you steadily smokin weed |
And buying expensive clothes that you don’t even need |
Still tryin to club it, you can’t do that no more |
So stretched out, the stretch marks can’t even stretch no more |
Five different daddies, damn, ain’t none of them around |
They need to take you off the streets like the (?) |
A bad example, how could you bring a kid to this world? |
How could you call yourself a woman when you still a girl? |
Wonder why they talk bad about ya, it ain’t no respect |
Cuz see you don’t respect yourself, you need to get in check |
Got evicted out your pad |
So now the only thing to do is sell yourself until you pass out |
What is this world coming too? |