Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Future in It, artist - Lil Rob. Album song Twelve Eighteen Part 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.10.2007
Record label: Upstairs
Song language: English
No Future in It |
Lil Rob, yeah |
It’s kinda fucked up man |
All these kids wanna be grown up |
«Gangsta Gangsta» and all that kinda shit |
Yeah I’ll be honest wit’chu eh |
You smoke marihuana dawg but that’s about it |
It’s better to cut loose eh y’know? |
Chamaco’s on the calle livin la vida loca |
Eleven years old, experimenting with drogas |
Smoke a little weed, snort a little coca |
I’ll just try it one time homey to see que onda |
It’s so addictive and they get so addicted |
Becomes a habit they gotta have it and they can’t kick it |
There’s nothin funny about bein a druggie |
I know a lot of people fucked up, became a junkie |
Used to dress clean started lookin kinda bummy |
True what they say you can learn a lot from a dummy |
You get wrapped up in it, like a mummy |
Next thing you know you’re in your hefa’a purse stealin her money |
And you got it so bad, if you ain’t got it you go mad |
Won’t stop until you get a toetag |
Somebody please, gimme just a minute homey |
To let them know that there ain’t no future in it homey |
We like to get all fucked up y’know, homes? |
We do drugs 'til we’re all sucked up y’know, homes? |
I smoke weed cause it grows from a seed but that other shit |
Cauae if it makes you scratched and bleed, twitch and shit |
Hey homes just like Mrs. Jones, we both know |
That it’s wrong but it’s much too strong to let it go |
Some do, some don’t, the ones that don’t are fucked |
Always end up stuck in a rut |
In love with the drug, do sick shit for a fix |
Too many good people ended up in that mix |
They scratch and they twitch, they stand and they sit |
But they can’t sit still, the drug’s the chill pill |
They do what they do, and I’ll let 'em be |
Cause in reality they ain’t botherin me |
Even though it’s kinda fucked up to see |
I can only feel lucky, that that isn’t me |
But you know it coulda easily been |
It’s not like it wasn’t around all over the town |
People lookin for the drogas, their head in the ground |
Another overdose, another body was found |
I don’t have to prove to you what I been through |
Just lettin you know I seen and what I been into |
We’d go out, we’d stay late 'til the day breaks |
We’d be in Cisco drinkin and huffin spraypaint |
Sparkin it up, pointin the spray plate |
Gettin fucked up 'til we can’t see straight |
Hit the calles to go start some havoc |
And go gangbangin in my homeboy’s Maverick |
I remember, bumpin some ace fly |
My cuete’s loaded and so am I |
And you could tell by the look in my eyes |
That I ain’t givin a fuck homeboy, we live to die |
But that was just the thing to do at the time |
Get together, get high, and go pull some crimes |
But the truth is, you’ve got a fucked up mentality |
Bet, you’re gonna get a fucked up reality, check |