Thangs Change lyrics

Artist  : Too Short 
Song : Thangs Change



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[Jamal]
Simpty is for them simp ass
niggaz
Talkin lot, til I spray dumpin ???
niggaz
Whenver talklin shit, I straight rip
'em
And niggaz know I come equip when I whip
them

[Short Dawg]
You say how can I
make these dirty raps
Number one albums, back
to back
If it was 1950, do you think I sell,
no
They probably throw me straight to
jail
I tell you life just ain't what it used
to be
Between you and me,
exclusively
Everybody's changed, were losing
our minds
The government won't help, cause
they refuse to find
A solution to the problems
of the inner streets
Its a shame what our kids
are beginning to be
Pregnant teenagers, young
gun slangers
There ain't no love, there ain't
nothin but anger
We don't go to church and
can't pray in school
Listen real close to what
I'm sayin fool
I know kids who went to school
together
Now they all grown up, tryin to kill
each other
Shootouts on the playground is
where it goes down
But back in the day, we
rode the merry-go-round
And some little kid
might shoot me tonight
And I always used to
wonder what the future be like
Curse words on
the tv and radio
You wanna see sex, turn it on
HBO
Late at night, you see women freak
women
Sex sale, that's why I keep pimpin
I
grew up in the 70s', somethin like
Crooklyn
But I was in Cali not Brooklyn
I
could tell the whole world was going crazy
But
it really didn't happen til the 80s'
With
freebasin and smokin crack
A lotta people
learned not to joke with that
Streets flooded,
with homeless folks
Whole families, lives gone
up in smoke
We're all related to a
crackhead
Sometimes I wake up in the mornin
and wanna go back to bed
Layin these thinkin
bout things
About the way life change
How
women used to like to wear decent clothes
Now
they curse like men and dress like hoes
You
supposed to be a virgin til you marry
But
teenage girls find it normal to carry a
baby
Babies havin babies
Rappers like me
always disrespectin ladies
Wonder why its like
that, well so do I
But I just turn my back and
then I go get high
Cause I get paid real good
to talk bad about a bitch
And you bought it,
so don't be mad I got rich
Ask your
grandparents, is life the same
Man thangs
change

Chorus

There used to be a
time when old folks were respected
Kids talkin
back was never accepted
Get spanked and your
mouth got washed out with soap
But kids
nowadays will curse out old folks
Then you
tell me I need to be a role model
And get
these babies off the 40ounce bottles
But I'm
not the one who made alcohol legal
Liquor
stores on every corner that's why we go
Buy
40ounces and go get drunk
Don't respect our
kids, like no good punks
And then they grow up
to be hardcore criminals
Shoot 'em up, slang
dope always pimpin hoes
I know its those that
don't believe what I'm sayin on the mic
right
So Baby D won't you tell them what its
like

[Baby D]
Its kinda hard comin up
as a youngster
Gotta deal with the roof that
I'm under
Even though my moms got it
hard
My daddy passed away, now I'm stuck
without a father
But times have changed
bro
I never ever seen Santa Claus comin
through the ghetto
But you know what i always
see
I always see the white man robbin the
black man back G
And I don't even get in
trouble for it
And I don't see nothin
forward
Always tryin to beat the black man to
death
Punk police wanna hide behind your
badge
Always tryin arrest somebody
All we
gotta do is beat him with the billyclub
Here I
come, I comin with my gun
I'm shootin in the
head police now what

[Short Dawg]
I
tell you life is too short for it to be like
that
We gotta be leaders, can't follow the
pack
With all them fiends in the streets
smokin crack
What you give life is what it
gives you back
Cause money in the ghetto ain't
nothin new
But when you get the money gotta
know what to do
Buy you a business or buy you
a house
Just so the police can't wipe you
out
I heard it in the streets, they say you
the man
So try to help your brothers and lend
a helpin hand
Now what we gone do

[Mr.
Malik]
We came to stack some bodies, killin
everybody like John Gotti
I said we came to
stack some bodies, killin everybody like John
Gotti
Now run up and get gun up the slack
black
I'm hittin blackjack in the casino when
I mack slap
What you wanna play like Al Pacino
with this
Type of style withthe lyricist this
funk of hits
and the biscuits I
drop
Motherfuckers know I come down and show
me ??
I don't really care
From the front or
the rear
Word to your mother I'm bout to
smother and smear
Its that master all I
intelligent
Chain that I swing from the others
is irrelevant
For you motherfucker step up to
the m-i-c
I'm down with Shorty, Ant Banks and
Mally G
Its Malik and I freak it's
obsolete
My technique motherfucker know I flow
over beats
Like water, slaughter dick in yo
daughter
And my nuts up in her jaws when she
suckin on my balls
Yiggy y'all niggaz best to
ask somebody
Cause I'm shootin motherfuckers
down with the shotty
Its the motherfuckin
master blaster
Its, its the motherfuckin
ghetto bastard