Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Recession , by - Ya Boy. Song from the album Shooter Music/ Kush 2009, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 26.02.2009
Record label: Get Low
Song language: English
Recession |
| Now baby I can take you to Mars |
| But I ain’t got no gas in the car |
| You can walk right next door to the bar |
| You should just be happy just to fuck with a star |
| Now baby we can go to Brazil |
| But it’d be cheaper if we sat here and chill |
| I got a lot of problems and a whole lot of bills |
| Fuck what ya heard I’m just keeping it real |
| Seemed like yesterday I was in Malibu |
| Spending bucks and giving and gifts like Santa do |
| Now they ask me, «Ya Boy, why the attitude?» |
| I’m broke and I need some dollars bitch, you got a few? |
| My bitch tell me rap ain’t gon' work |
| I need to give it up and go put on a FedEx shirt |
| What makes it worse, I’m five thousand a verse |
| Without having a curse I’m ten, no one trying to spend |
| So I’m back to my momma house |
| She gave my room to my sister |
| Now I’m sleeping on the couch |
| And they ask what I frown about |
| Cause I’m the hottest on the west and I’m down and out |
| Now tell me, remember them diamonds on my wrist? |
| No more, yesterday I had to pawn that shit |
| I’m stressin, I got salad with no dressin |
| Was livin the life now I’m stuck in a recession |
| They just cut off the water in my building |
| Bathing out of water bottles not a good feeling |
| No bitch I ain’t got no sugar you can borrow |
| Let me get a candle cause my lights get cut off tomorrow |
| No food in the refrigerator |
| Just Kool-Aid and some KFC mashed potatoes |
| Can somebody call an exterminator? |
| This cockroach just stole my pack of Now and Laters |
| Tattoos on the front, back and side of me |
| Now honestly, what job gon' hire me? |
| Man, this rap shits fucked up |
| It seem like everybody having tough luck |
| Pull out the bicycles put the gas pumps up |
| The gasoline prices baby that what’s up |
| I need a good meal and I need a hair cut |
| My pockets inside out nigga and what |
| Even chicken is expensive |
| It’s six dollars just to egg a nigga winda |
| And drive-bys cost too |
| So they on bicycles doing what they gotta do |
| Look, my bitch say she want Mr. Chow’s |
| I turned around and looked at her like «Bitch, how?» |
| I can’t even afford to wax your eyebrows |
| It’s hotdogs on the stove girl pipe down |
| I went from the green leaves to the Black & Milds |
| And I done went from the iPhones to the burn outs |
| Polly seeds and corn nuts got me turned out |
| But anything goes when you in a paper drought |
| I’m tired of rap niggas talking what they paper 'bout |
| When they ain’t got enough dough to start a bank account |
| Got money better know that it’s a blessing |
| Let’s see how long you can survive this recession |