Текст песни "Cypress Hill - EZ Come EZ Go"
I'm in the city of sunshine But don't be fooled They say it never rains I can tell you that ain't true Coz when you hustle on the streets So that you can feed your family Depending on what you hustle Niggaz could just kill a man The game of life I'm a full-time player Never settle for less I keep searching for what's greater Inspite of any hater portrayal I keep it moving Never fucked anyone up Coz it comes back later At the dump it's a long fall When you the bottom People remember All the attitudes you shot 'em You're as good as forgotten Thought you had it all But it all went rotten But no many times I have failed I've never let anything get in the way And my dreams are high-spelled I stay focussed With my mind on the prize And if you try to block me Then we push you aside (Yeah, that's right, here come Mex-Man Chorus Easy they come when you got the dough It's the Hill, baby It's the Hill, baby Easy they go when you got no mo' ??? it real, baby ??? it real, baby, come one Easy they come when they want you so This shit is real crazy This shit is real crazy Easy they go when yo' shit gets low This shit is real crazy We're getting so shady lately This business ain't nothing But a series of compacts Til you come back with the contract Nutting all over your stuff That's right I believe in myself and my talent Skills have been diminshed Motherf-cker, there you have it You got to learn the game Master every angle Hip hop icon I'll tell you what it takes persistence, perseverance They gonna love it when they hear it Nobody's taking me out I'll decide When I'm outta here Chorus I got love for every fan Ever part of the plan So while you can Take some pictures And sign some autographs But if you push I put my foot in your ass Not many in this game would last so long So they can get what they can Before the time is done People are gona stay with you But you must never mislead them But if you treat them wrong Lead them on They'll say "We don't need you" Then it's back to the streets, to square one Nigga screaming, "This ain't fair" Yeah But nobody cares You had the money and the cars Big house and pearls Jewels and hot beats So that you could spit out words So much time and emotion invested From being on top Nigga, can't get arrested Easy come, easy go When they forget in every regard (Yeah, my man, still coming at-cha) ChorusОбновить текст