Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Recession, artist - Ya Boy. Album song Shooter Music/ Kush 2009, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |