[Gangsta D] I remember way back when I was young Livin' that crazy life gettin' sprung Out there gettin' busy holdin' my own Didn't really care 'cause mama wasn't home They say, (young child don't you run so wild) You're out there doin' wrong, hangin' with the wrong crowd But I didn't really trip it so I kept a hard head Got myself to the point where I wanted fools dead Solvin' all my problems with that 1-8-7 Makin' ends meet with the deuce-11 Jacked this one fool, snatched him out his ride (Get out homie) Nine times but the nigga survived I didn't even know him or know where he was from But I didn't really didn't care 'cause I was young Now I'm rollin' with my daughters and my baby mama Didn't even know we was in for drama Here come the nigga on my passenger side Dumped a whole clip all inside my ride Hit me four times and one went in my head Now I'm stretched out in the bed While this fool kickin' back in Mira Loma My family stressed out 'cause I'm in a coma Everbody's prayin' while I'm tryin' to hang on But even if I die, it's still on... yeah
[Chorus] Why must it be like that?... Why it's gotta be like that?... Why must it be like that?... Why it's gotta be like that?
[KK] Now I can seem to recall all my days when I was little Tryin' to put myself right up in the middle Sprung up off the idea of tryin' to get a rep You best believe I found trouble when I stepped Ran up on niggaz like I was holdin' bugs I was only 5'5, still a young scrub Didn't even matter if I got my ass jumped As long as that proved young K wasn't a punk Now I done got my roam on, buzzed with the oldies on Didn't really care, it was like ("Nigga, bring yo' ass on") Yeah, one day rollin' with my straps I got caught (god damn) No snitchin' and I took all the fault You see I couldn't go out, lettin' the ones take flight They was tryin' but I kept my thang tight (that's right) Damn, I rolled with more than one gun, that felt good to me But the good Lord wouldn't let it be, man I tried to keep myself cool and find a little job Straight workin', but these pockets still hurtin' So my relative hooked me on a double-up I found another way for KK to come on up I'm pushin' quarter pieces down the '10' freeway Up to Baton Rouge, then back to L.A. Damn, I was out there kinda young and dumb That's how it was, where we came from
[Chorus] - X 2 Why must it be like that?... Why it's gotta be like that?... Why must it be like that?... Why it's gotta be like that?...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
