J. HOLIDAY

J. HOLIDAY - More Than A Love Song lyrics

rate me

Ft. Black Cobain

This is for the ladies, this is for the hood, yeah

This is for the hood, yeah

Bust it down, roll it up, light a spark, take a puff

Lady haze I'm in love, I just can't get rnough

It's a bird, it's a plane, no, it's Mary Jane

Like la la la la la la la

Got my eyes ... and the chest don't fight

Gotta puff, puff, puff, kill, just to get inspired

Gotta ease this pain that I feel inside

Like why we so scared to fly

Niggas pissing in the hallway, busting on the block all day

Chick on the poles, niggas ... working 9 to 5 and no pay

Then they wanna ask why, why a nigga wanna get high

Matter of fact, why the ... of the niggas, yeah

Say it ain't lie

You're a ghetto boy, playing in the ghetto streets

What's gonna do when you grow up?

You gotta face reality

You're a ghetto girl, playing in the ghetto streets

What's gonna do when you grow up?

You gotta face reality

Bust it down, roll it up, light a spark, take a puff

My heat don't work and, I can't even get my car to start up

My baby mama she calling, my little girl she crying

I gotta get to paper cause if I don't ..

I gotta get it, I gotta get it, I gotta get it, I'm focused

... so I'ma go on keep on smoking

You can say what you want, I'ma do what I feel

This pain in my heart is so real

Niggas pissing in the hallway, busting on the block all day

Chick on the poles, niggas ... working 9 to 5 and no pay

Then they wanna ask why, why a nigga wanna get high

Matter of fact, why the ... of the niggas, yeah

Say it ain't lie

You're a ghetto boy, playing in the ghetto streets

What's gonna do when you grow up?

You gotta face reality

You're a ghetto girl, playing in the ghetto streets

What's gonna do when you grow up?

You gotta face reality X 2

Bust it down, roll it up, light a spark, take a puff

... no I can't get enough, real love, cold hustler in these ghetto streets

Fuck police, there is no peace

... my condolence, just another ghetto casualty

Tough this, where is that, lucky new ...

Why you think ... write rhymes

Why you think youngings sell crack

Where the politicians where they at

Why the... all black

Why they killed my nigga...

Why they do my nigga like that

I'm stressed out, I need a drink, I need a prayer

How they sposed to put food on the table

When they can't even find jobs

Baby mothers like 16's, never get a chance to taste dreams

Probably learn how to do head, she ain't never going nowhere

See them scheming, watch them close

For the bread that you niggas get toast

watch the rappers doing real big

Why you think they wanna do it real big?

Slang crack then they wanna do it big

Once real this is life, this is pain, this is hope

Hope to get caught up in the lights

You're a ghetto boy, playing in the ghetto streets

What's gonna do when you grow up?

You gotta face reality

You're a ghetto girl, playing in the ghetto streets

What's gonna do when you grow up?

You gotta face reality .

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