Текст (слова) песни: Too Short - Still Strugglin

Intro:

Still strugglin, still hustlin, tryin to get my money on

Fresh outta retirement, you know I aint tryin to fall off,

Too $hort records, we aint tryin to fall off

We aint goin nowhere, Im tryin to see everybody make money

I wanna see everybody get paid, everybody

Chorus:

Another day, another dollar spent

And Im still out here strugglin

Caught in the game, and Im just hustlin

Dont even trust my closest friends

Verse one:

Dont ever say you cant do it, its not that hard

You wanna be a lawyer, you wanna be a star

You can do anything you wanna do

Forget what they say, as long as you believe in you

Keep chasing your dreams, wherever they take you

You gotta hustle, which shouldnt have to make you

Get your money on, like I always said

Its playin like a old song in your head

You say it aint cool in the hood

I know some folks in the ghetto livin good

Now tell me how you get there, tell the next man, too

You aint got it, give him yours, cause he got less than you

Give him game, and thats all he need

The knowledge, to plant that seed

And make it grow, get the dough

Even though I make money, Im trying to get some more

You gotta be the best at what you do, and even though you aint

Thats just how you need to think

Dont tell me no, I already made up my mind

Its going down my way this time

Im so deep into this

Its like Im in some pussy, fucking my bitch

Ive been going platinum, you walk by

You player-hate, dont even try

Chorus

Verse two:

Dont ever quit, once you get started

Its on til the end, til youre dearly departed

You know you cant quit, too much time invested

You learned your lesson, no time for stressing

Looking in the mirror, trying to act hard

Walking down the street, thinking bout a car

I been there a million times

Im like baby, dee, I got a million rhymes

I been a famous mc since 1983

When run-dmc was singing sucka mcs

Niggaz in the papers ride too $hort

Rolling brand-new vogues, smoking newports

$hort studios, in my room making tapes

When I moved up to oakland from l.a.

I was a square, I aint gotta lie to you

I wasnt rapping, I was fresh outta private school

Now Im old school, too $hort, fuck what ya heard

There aint no way I could memorize all these words

I been rapping for years, spitting game

Twenty years from now, you could say the same thing

If you determined, look at me

Im getting on the car, used to roll two feet

Back in the day, selling dope fiend

Based on sunnyside, up ninety-sixth to birch street

Chorus

Verse three:

Dont ever say its old, I know you wanna go gold

Trying to be like me is getting old

Its been proven, theres only one too $hort

Most valuable player, you know the sport

Its time to be you, cause being me comes natural to me

I hope you make it in the industry

You could work on wall street, or be a doctor in a hospital

As long as youre happy, I know you got a little

Stash, stack your cash

And keep hustling, cause it aint gone last

How many times you seen a broke nigga, wanting to be a dope dealer

Make some money, and turn into a cold killer

Alot of people came up like that

But alot of yall faking that ya hold that gat

Now your little ass is out

You finally realized, you took the wrong route

You got alot of talent, dont let it go to waste

Handcuffed on the ground, with dirt in ya face

I know the trap, circumstances make ya sell crack

Shotguns and change, take us all back

To slave-free, back when the days would be

Long and hot, with nobody paying me

These days we have opportunities

To blow up and give back to our communities

Chorus

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I was a square, I aint gotta lie to you I wasnt rapping, I was fresh outta private school Now Im old school, too $hort, fuck what ya heard There aint no way I could memorize all these words I been rapping for years, spitting game Twenty years from now, you could say the same thing If you determined, look at me Im getting on the car, used to roll two feet Back in the day, selling dope fiend Based on sunnyside, up ninety-sixth to birch street Chorus Verse three: Dont ever say its old, I know you wanna go gold Trying to be like me is getting old Its been proven, theres only one too $hort Most valuable player, you know the sport Its time to be you, cause being me comes natural to me I hope you make it in the industry You could work on wall street, or be a doctor in a hospital As long as youre happy, I know you got a little Stash, stack your cash And keep hustling, cause it aint gone last How many times you seen a broke nigga, wanting to be a dope dealer Make some money, and turn into a cold killer Alot of people came up like that But alot of yall faking that ya hold that gat Now your little ass is out You finally realized, you took the wrong route You got alot of talent, dont let it go to waste Handcuffed on the ground, with dirt in ya face I know the trap, circumstances make ya sell crack Shotguns and change, take us all back To slave-free, back when the days would be Long and hot, with nobody paying me These days we have opportunities To blow up and give back to our communities Chorus Нравится песня? 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