Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smile, artist - Yukmouth. Album song Thug Lord: The New Testament, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.09.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Smoke-A-Lot
Song language: English
Smile |
Mission arrives upon all means, all the cream |
Baddest bitches you ever seen tatted wit regime |
Thug Lord, wit the real hard core |
Keepin it crackin once, prepared for war |
Three of the downest nigga’s you ever imagined and go platinum |
Known to keep it crackin wheter it’s packin or scrapin |
Jackin a rapper, shit I give it up if I can smile |
Ballin and repent somebody smile for me baby |
Then made it across the crossroads |
Skated the boss mode |
Now me, Mac and Yuk escalatin in floss mode |
Jaguar’s, bad broad’s, anything you ask for |
Motorcycle’s, and fast cars, I ask the lord to forgive me |
To keep me in this, I’m livin is for my children |
I can’t eat without another million |
I’m livin life in the fast lane, champagne to wash away ya pain |
Them tears, that I been holdin in for years, smile for me |
Smile, smile, oh smile |
I only wanna see you smile |
Smile, oh smile, oh yeah |
(Verse 2: CJ Mac) |
How many words can make a average man sit and try |
Picture my lies, throwin bricks besides a business |
Tried crippin for life |
Tried dippin around this bitch without a clippin tonight |
Tried chips for somethin, homocidal call it crime, we cursed |
All we know we havin dreams in mirror’s |
Fast cars, bad bitches, and teams to kear |
Crack the seal loc, pour me out a shot of that filth |
So I can drown in all my feelins inside, we all lit |
Ha, dustin off the chronic ash and blast |
Caught up in a mash of cash, we want it fast |
I’m slippin, dirty I’m home, family won’t hug me |
But that’s how the livin as is gonna be, so fuck em |
I reak of scandalous schemes, and livin fast |
It’s like the second when I’m sayin by my hour glass, damn |
Been at ???, and livin buckwild |
But i’ll give it all up to pop a smile, I wish that I could smile |
(Verse 3: Yukmouth) |
Ayo, I wake up every mornin praisin the lord |
Thankin the lord for bein my shootin arm |
Keepin a soldier safe in his war |
I worry about livin no more, get paid and stayin on tour |
Receivein my blessings, the lord |
That’s why I quit stresstin no more |
Now I can keep my tech in the drawer, and keep my vest on the floor |
I’m still protected by the lord like never before |
Acceptin the lord, for sakes, still respectin the lord |
Praise his name for what you got |
Cause what you got really ain’t yours |
It’s the lords, and we his children |
He want us all to pay for jewelry |
Livin in mansions inside a apartment buildings |
If we can stop this stealin, If we can stop the sinnin |
If we can stop the killings, start prayin, start repentin |
And ask god for forgiveness, the fatherfull forgiveness |
And feel the spirtural healin, and god’s by witness |
So keep the pray for, even if you was raised hard |
I was buried in the graveyard, until I praised god |
(Chorus until fade) |