Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sick & Tired, artist - Nappy Roots. Date of issue: 29.09.2003
Song language: English
Sick & Tired |
| I’m sick and tired of bein criticized |
| I’m sick and tired of barely gettin by |
| I’m sick and tired of not livin right |
| I’m sick and tired of bein sick and tired |
| I’m sick and tired of bein pushed aside |
| I’m sick and tired of callin folks for rides |
| I’m sick and tired of this petty life |
| I’m sick and tired of bein sick and tired |
| What is life? |
| What is makin it? |
| For peace is there a price? |
| They tell me if you rich you only got to worry about more shit |
| The house, and the car notes, child support and kin people |
| Kick those, «Mo' Money, Mo' Problems» that’s how the shit goes |
| Man, I’m gettin tired of runnin and duckin (quit runnin then) |
| Specially when I ain’t did nothin (do somethin then) |
| Out here in these cold streets hustlin |
| Po', tryin to make this dough, before the police bustin in |
| And then it’s what it coulda been, shoulda been |
| Find yourself outside lookin in, givin up, feelin stuck |
| Mad at the world cause you down and they gettin up |
| Mad at yourself cause you know you shouldn’t be givin up |
| I’m tired and sick, of bummin rides, on top of that my nine to five |
| Sucks for a couple bucks and change, now what’s the reason why? |
| My luck, don’t amount to fuck, no matter how hard I try |
| I’m stuck in a 22, now +catch+ me when I’m sick and tired |
| Prophet, check this out |
| I’m gettin tired of mama breakin her neck for the paycheck |
| They makin her sweat, seem like everyday she stressed |
| I’ve had up to here with pussy footers actin like we owe you somethin |
| Let’s see you-know-who like I’m supposed to throw you somethin |
| I’m gettin tired of daddy puchin the clock, scarin his knuckles |
| He tired of the hustle, he feel the pain deep in his muscles |
| Seems like the media portray us against bein rich |
| Like we shouldn’t enjoy shrimp and occasional trips |
| While my baby brother scrappin with his baby mother |
| Deep down I know he love her but he shoulda worn a rubber |
| I’m sick and tired of players down to do us bodily harm |
| Like them Country Boys ain’t at the range firing arms |
| And my little sister think she grown, wanna make it on her own |
| I ain’t bring you in this world, but you still my baby girl |
| I’m fed up when I feel like this |
| My yeagas keep your heads up, we pray and kneel for this |
| Keep it real, remember God, don’t change, sign this |
| Don’t forget where you come from, you got some money gimme some |
| You different, fuck you, man I got your first tape |
| You always gon' be Vito to me, so get out my face |
| (I know what you mean dog) |
| Tired of people who complain, always 'bout the same thing |
| First you learn to maintain, after that create change |
| See we gettin up and gettin out |
| Playa what you jokin and you kiddin 'bout? |
| Change is what we gettin out |
| What they say? |
| I ain’t livin well |
| All day and night, I struggle hustle just to pay the dues |
| Now I gotta keep the lights on and ain’t got no time for lay and snooze |
| Damn man, who made these rules? |
| Wasn’t thinking 'bout no William Hughes |
| I’m sick and tired but I can’t stop, no matter if they say I lose |
| Yup, we still smoke weed, and my wife is curious |
| 'bout how much she can get me on for life insurance |
| But still was bummin, no problem, that’s when life was purist |
| «Mo' Money, Mo' Problems» — that’s right Notorious |