Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song That Is Why , by - Specifics. Song from the album Lonely City, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 06.09.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Lp
Song language: English
That Is Why |
| Verse 1: Golden Boy |
| The pleasure’s all mine, get em all high |
| It’s been a rough ride couple days rawhide |
| Live the twenty somethin, son of a bitch has been |
| In a slump since day one of the month |
| And it’s been a pretty dizzy couple of days |
| But in the meantime we just suck bubbles from cups and blaze |
| Get busy let me break it down to basics with sixteen, The last fourty-eight so |
| far has been harsh week |
| Typically a sick of strippers and the bar scene |
| My clique’ll sit in cars pitchin on a half |
| Quarter greener grass |
| Portion with the star gleam crystal |
| Bit it up and spark, Team sprit at the crib stoned |
| Shit, I’m still trippin, have a drink on me |
| If you ain’t at where he’s livin |
| Listen, last midnight I had a track mad cliques with no rider so I woke up |
| twisted |
| And that’s why he play the bad guy |
| Layin with a purple half circle slash eye |
| So get the fuck up outcha seats son and propel ya feet |
| Playin like you suckas ain’t felt the beat |
| Hook: Golden Boy |
| THIS |
| This is why I rap flows this is why I sit at |
| Home Alone and it’s never like Christmas |
| THIS |
| At shows sippin on labatt’s no charge no |
| Tips for the bar staff chapped yo |
| THIS |
| Given pounds chillin in the lounge with the |
| Local underground clique soloist and socialites |
| THIS |
| Thousands waving hands and control the mic |
| Sound stage jam make em sweat in the coldest nights |
| Verse 1: Golden Boy |
| Rap’s a grind, rap’s a hustle, in fact |
| Rap’s a nine to five that takes practice |
| And that is why |
| Much of his raps in tantrums |
| Anthems struggle the great heights and chasms |
| A couple of days now I couldn’t erase how |
| The paper chase got me down lookin for ways out |
| And styles is all flake portrayals but make |
| Bank, it’s a lost art like the fake fade out |
| My brain blank, my ink stain page for deadlines |
| And earn the same wage as sweatshop slave |
| The stress got him burnin at bedtime |
| Best learn not to disturb him when he red eyed |
| And records is just a bunch of Geminis |
| Recognize relevant rhymes is not televised |
| But when I see ya noddin heads live, drama is forgotten |
| The reason to rock mics I remember why |
| And that’s why he play the bad guy |
| Layin with a purple half circle slash eye |
| So get the fuck up outcha seats son and propel ya feet |
| Playin like you suckas ain’t felt the beat |
| Hook: Golden Boy |
| THIS |
| This is why I rap flows this is why I sit at |
| Home Alone and it’s never like Christmas |
| THIS |
| At shows sippin on labatt’s no charge no |
| Tips for the bar staff chapped yo |
| THIS |
| Given pounds chillin in the lounge with the |
| Local underground clique soloist and socialites |
| THIS |
| Thousands waving hands and control the mic |
| Sound stage jam make em sweat in the coldest nights |
| Bridge: Golden Boy |
| When you rock with |
| A hip hop group grooving with the raw shit |
| Ya better off stickin finger in the socket |
| Kids electrify y’all like the Rock did |
| In late ninety nine since if I recall it |
| Hook: Golden Boy |
| THIS |
| This is why I rap flows this is why I sit at |
| Home Alone and it’s never like Christmas |
| THIS |
| At shows sippin on labatt’s no charge no |
| Tips for the bar staff chapped yo |
| THIS |
| Given pounds chillin in the lounge with the local underground clique soloist |
| and socialites |
| THIS |
| Thousands waving hands and control the mic |
| Sound stage jam make em sweat in the coldest nights |