Текст (слова) песни: E.S.G. - What You See

[Hook]
(what you see), is the ice and the cars
(is what you get), a black man with stars
(what you see), is the fortune and the fame
(is what you get), another struggle in the game
(what you see), is the house and the chrome
(is what you get), paparazzi round your home
(what you see), O.G. E.S.G.
(is what you get), nothing but the truth for me

[E.S.G.]
And I don`t care who you is, this song pertains to you
Especially if you went through, some of the thangs I went through
In and out of jail, posession with intent to sell
Trying to make it out the ghetto, sometimes orders hell
Now inhale exhale, hydro spell
My cousin Terell in the cell, with all the rest of the black males
Might as well let the kids, stay with grandma tonight
Cause his daddy in the FED`s, and his mama on the pipe
Plus this rap life ain`t right, it`s snakes under the table
Believe what I`m saying, that`s why I left the mo` labels
It`s the same game, a new coach a new team
But this year I`m the only playa, know what I mean

[Hook]

[E.S.G.]
I remember being told, everything glitter ain`t gold
Some of these rappers scream platinum, can`t show with they soul
Old Rocky ghetto role, President ain`t caring
See you think we got it bad, better ask Hank Aaron
Went from riding in back of the bus, to owning them hoes
Throwing DVD`s in em, balling out of control
See a set of 24`s, don`t make me better than you
But a fresh paint job, make me wetter than you
Now I remember being broke, without a god damn quarter
No more Kool-Aid in the fridge, better drink some sugar water
No gangstas in the hood, living good moving bricks
No milk the baby sick, the mama too lazy to go to wick
Use to stand in long lines, for government cheese
I`m paying taxes, giving back my government cheese
Government please, what kinda laws are these
You get more time for chilling rocks, than you do for ten ki`s
Take five G`s, then about ten beaks
Fifteen cats promote, twenty thousand the first week
1985, that`s when crack came out
That was the last time my daddy, came back in the house
They told me go to church, and confess my sins
Hard to do it, when the preacher fucking all my friends
Ain`t no need to pretend, everything bout me real
E.S.G. signing off, Big Sin how you feel now

[Hook]

[E.S.G.]
You think we had it bad in the past, wait for the future
In the wrong neighborhood, the police might shoot ya
Got college athletes, who break they back in the game
While the coaches get rich, ain`t that a god damn shame
Now these high school hoopers, skip college for money
Since it ain`t baseball, they try to call you damn dummie
But what would you do, if you never had a dime
And you stood 6`9", better sign on that line
This one here, for all my G`s that`s on the grind
Who won`t sell out, and keep that damn money on they mind
From my skull to my spine, I`m a hundred percent a G
E.S.G.`s who I be, what you get is what you see now

[Hook]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: E.S.G. - What You See [Hook] (what you see), is the ice and the cars (is what you get), a black man with stars (what you see), is the fortune and the fame (is what you get), another struggle in the game (what you see), is the house and the chrome (is what you get), paparazzi round your home (what you see), O.G. E.S.G. (is what you get), nothing but the truth for me [E.S.G.] And I don`t care who you is, this song pertains to you Especially if you went through, some of the thangs I went through In and out of jail, posession with intent to sell Trying to make it out the ghetto, sometimes orders hell Now inhale exhale, hydro spell My cousin Terell in the cell, with all the rest of the black males Might as well let the kids, stay with grandma tonight Cause his daddy in the FED`s, and his mama on the pipe Plus this rap life ain`t right, it`s snakes under the table Believe what I`m saying, that`s why I left the mo` labels It`s the same game, a new coach a new team But this year I`m the only playa, know what I mean [Hook] [E.S.G.] I remember being told, everything glitter ain`t gold Some of these rappers scream platinum, can`t show with they soul Old Rocky ghetto role, President ain`t caring See you think we got it bad, better ask Hank Aaron Went from riding in back of the bus, to owning them hoes Throwing DVD`s in em, balling out of control See a set of 24`s, don`t make me better than you But a fresh paint job, make me wetter than you Now I remember being broke, without a god damn quarter No more Kool-Aid in the fridge, better drink some sugar water No gangstas in the hood, living good moving bricks No milk the baby sick, the mama too lazy to go to wick Use to stand in long lines, for government cheese I`m paying taxes, giving back my government cheese Government please, what kinda laws are these You get more time for chilling rocks, than you do for ten ki`s Take five G`s, then about ten beaks Fifteen cats promote, twenty thousand the first week 1985, that`s when crack came out That was the last time my daddy, came back in the house They told me go to church, and confess my sins Hard to do it, when the preacher fucking all my friends Ain`t no need to pretend, everything bout me real E.S.G. signing off, Big Sin how you feel now [Hook] [E.S.G.] You think we had it bad in the past, wait for the future In the wrong neighborhood, the police might shoot ya Got college athletes, who break they back in the game While the coaches get rich, ain`t that a god damn shame Now these high school hoopers, skip college for money Since it ain`t baseball, they try to call you damn dummie But what would you do, if you never had a dime And you stood 6`9", better sign on that line This one here, for all my G`s that`s on the grind Who won`t sell out, and keep that damn money on they mind From my skull to my spine, I`m a hundred percent a G E.S.G.`s who I be, what you get is what you see now [Hook] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни What You See: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/104/1/12147.html Все тексты песен: E.S.G. » E.S.G. - Where Da Hoes At » E.S.G. - 60 Bars » E.S.G. - The South » E.S.G. - Dirty Hustle » E.S.G. - E.S.G. » E.S.G. - What You See » E.S.G. - Down South » E.S.G. - Getting Money » E.S.G. - South Side Comin` » E.S.G. - First Brick » E.S.G. - All American Gangsta » E.S.G. - I Done Made It Рекомендуем скачать: » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Красное знамя » Геннадий Васильев - Дальневосточная-1 » Григорий Дикштейн - Попутная песня » Григорий Лепс - Парус (Песня беспокойства) » Геннадий Жуков - Киммерийцам » Горячев Игорь - Птицы вольные » Гости из Будущего - Холодно » Гости из Будущего - Твои глаза как вечер » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Я бесполезен! » Гости из Будущего - Он улетел » Герман Корнилов - Канкан (Посвящается Саше Струнникову) » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Привыкать » Гайк Мкртчян - В нашем ущелье... » Галина Айзендорф, Петр Давыдов - И снова плачут ангелы в ночи » Григорий Дикштейн - Легенда о Мастере » Гиви Чрелашвили - Обзор » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Харакири » Грач Гера - Не красавица » Григорий Гладков, Татьяна Косарева - По следам бременских музыкантов » Галина Брусницына - Призрачный роман , или прозрачный романс?
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