| Song | Times Ain't Fair |
| Artist | Souls of Mischief |
| Album | No Man's Land |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Carter, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
| Phesto: | |
| Everybody, come and get some get up and go. | |
| Get rid of that no- | |
| Can-do attitude | |
| And expand and brace | |
| The obstacles you face. | |
| Ain't no time to waste. | |
| Rhymin' pays. | |
| Never was it worth doin' crime to stay | |
| On your record when ya try to get and point it. | |
| I avoid it. | |
| Like being exploited. | |
| Couldn't leave my people disappointed. | |
| I know you want it, | |
| So i'm gunna flaut it. | |
| It'll be here and gone just that fast. | |
| You better bust that ass. | |
| Nothing's inconcievable. | |
| Anything is possible. | |
| Never let them deceive you. | |
| Tajai: | |
| Life's full of dilemas. | |
| I contend to that. | |
| I be looking out my window wondering "what will i catch?" | |
| Will it be... | |
| A good job? | |
| Huh? | |
| Two to the head? | |
| Huh? | |
| Maybe hiv so i can join the ranks of the living dead. | |
| But, hey tajai gotta press on. | |
| I'm late for class | |
| As i think of the choices my life rests on. | |
| I could buss my gat, | |
| Cook some crack, | |
| Master calculus, | |
| Build houses, | |
| And make a stack. | |
| Either wayi | |
| Depending on the dues i pay. | |
| No, you can't go, | |
| So stick with it. | |
| You won't get it | |
| If you lay and stall. | |
| Then don't be in it for the long haul. | |
| Yeah, you know they wrong ya'll. | |
| But we gots to get it on ya'll. | |
| Chorus | |
| "time's ain't fair | |
| But that's the way i play. | |
| No one can compare. | |
| And that's the way i stay. | |
| This is how we do it every singular day. | |
| So what you tryin' ta say? | |
| Well, let me show you the right way." | |
| Opio: | |
| If you're with me then you're all about making money. | |
| So throw your hands in the air cuz ain't shit for free. | |
| Nigga, oakland california is the place to be. | |
| It gets hectic see. | |
| I just connect to free | |
| My mind | |
| And write rhymes, | |
| So i don't get caught up | |
| Or get shot up. | |
| Plus the fuzz think i got the product?? | |
| I don't cut lines, i don't have to. | |
| But if you look like a playa, they harass you. | |
| I make cash from doing shows from state to state. | |
| But still task on the run that license his plate. | |
| I don't trip cuz it's all in vain. | |
| Your daughter knows my name. | |
| Ask the broad the game. | |
| A-plus: | |
| People applaude the famous | |
| Never lame. | |
| Just rhyming to your brain, buss. | |
| You're acting and that's a shame. | |
| Cuz i set examples say in 9-tre. | |
| It's not a little joke. | |
| I gots to rhyme a little more, | |
| So i'm fin ta go | |
| And scoop a forty-o. | |
| I'm under 21, but then my sack is known as so. | |
| To the show we go | |
| Place a big stoge on the bridge, 8-0. | |
| A club with foes and hoes. | |
| I want high class bitches | |
| With the ass that switches. | |
| When i get them, they be due soon as the ad. is finished. | |
| Make me me feel like i'm living on the wrong planet. | |
| Strong as granite. | |
| It's the souls with the song that's demanded. | |
| Chorus | |
| Tajai: | |
| See | |
| Only the paid gets to mack and frollick. | |
| They got their wallets. | |
| So, what's your holler? | |
| Strive to be a scholar. | |
| Attract the knowledge gained. | |
| Whatever called itself same. | |
| Attract the knowledge changed. | |
| To get you far in this game. | |
| Opio: | |
| Turn the page and let the ray turn out the felt tip. | |
| Let the ladies melt, strip. | |
| To the bow, i'm slick. | |
| Souls of mischief coming slicker than the rest confess. | |
| We press on. | |
| How i'm livin', | |
| From the break, break-a dawn. | |
| A-plus: | |
| All ya fakes that's on , | |
| The microphone, go home. | |
| I'm from the land, man | |
| Niggas make you roam with chrome | |
| I stay at home. | |
| I like ta bone, i'm grown. | |
| I got a flow that's known. | |
| In the o, i hold my own. | |
| Phesto: | |
| Yeah, baby come and have a seat with phes. | |
| Together we can defeat the stress | |
| And chill | |
| If you got that sex appeal. | |
| I'll caress you till the morning. | |
| On and on, annnnnnd, | |
| [chorus] |
| zuo ci : Carter, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
| Phesto: | |
| Everybody, come and get some get up and go. | |
| Get rid of that no | |
| Cando attitude | |
| And expand and brace | |
| The obstacles you face. | |
| Ain' t no time to waste. | |
| Rhymin' pays. | |
| Never was it worth doin' crime to stay | |
| On your record when ya try to get and point it. | |
| I avoid it. | |
| Like being exploited. | |
| Couldn' t leave my people disappointed. | |
| I know you want it, | |
| So i' m gunna flaut it. | |
| It' ll be here and gone just that fast. | |
| You better bust that ass. | |
| Nothing' s inconcievable. | |
| Anything is possible. | |
| Never let them deceive you. | |
| Tajai: | |
| Life' s full of dilemas. | |
| I contend to that. | |
| I be looking out my window wondering " what will i catch?" | |
| Will it be... | |
| A good job? | |
| Huh? | |
| Two to the head? | |
| Huh? | |
| Maybe hiv so i can join the ranks of the living dead. | |
| But, hey tajai gotta press on. | |
| I' m late for class | |
| As i think of the choices my life rests on. | |
| I could buss my gat, | |
| Cook some crack, | |
| Master calculus, | |
| Build houses, | |
| And make a stack. | |
| Either wayi | |
| Depending on the dues i pay. | |
| No, you can' t go, | |
| So stick with it. | |
| You won' t get it | |
| If you lay and stall. | |
| Then don' t be in it for the long haul. | |
| Yeah, you know they wrong ya' ll. | |
| But we gots to get it on ya' ll. | |
| Chorus | |
| " time' s ain' t fair | |
| But that' s the way i play. | |
| No one can compare. | |
| And that' s the way i stay. | |
| This is how we do it every singular day. | |
| So what you tryin' ta say? | |
| Well, let me show you the right way." | |
| Opio: | |
| If you' re with me then you' re all about making money. | |
| So throw your hands in the air cuz ain' t shit for free. | |
| Nigga, oakland california is the place to be. | |
| It gets hectic see. | |
| I just connect to free | |
| My mind | |
| And write rhymes, | |
| So i don' t get caught up | |
| Or get shot up. | |
| Plus the fuzz think i got the product?? | |
| I don' t cut lines, i don' t have to. | |
| But if you look like a playa, they harass you. | |
| I make cash from doing shows from state to state. | |
| But still task on the run that license his plate. | |
| I don' t trip cuz it' s all in vain. | |
| Your daughter knows my name. | |
| Ask the broad the game. | |
| Aplus: | |
| People applaude the famous | |
| Never lame. | |
| Just rhyming to your brain, buss. | |
| You' re acting and that' s a shame. | |
| Cuz i set examples say in 9tre. | |
| It' s not a little joke. | |
| I gots to rhyme a little more, | |
| So i' m fin ta go | |
| And scoop a fortyo. | |
| I' m under 21, but then my sack is known as so. | |
| To the show we go | |
| Place a big stoge on the bridge, 80. | |
| A club with foes and hoes. | |
| I want high class bitches | |
| With the ass that switches. | |
| When i get them, they be due soon as the ad. is finished. | |
| Make me me feel like i' m living on the wrong planet. | |
| Strong as granite. | |
| It' s the souls with the song that' s demanded. | |
| Chorus | |
| Tajai: | |
| See | |
| Only the paid gets to mack and frollick. | |
| They got their wallets. | |
| So, what' s your holler? | |
| Strive to be a scholar. | |
| Attract the knowledge gained. | |
| Whatever called itself same. | |
| Attract the knowledge changed. | |
| To get you far in this game. | |
| Opio: | |
| Turn the page and let the ray turn out the felt tip. | |
| Let the ladies melt, strip. | |
| To the bow, i' m slick. | |
| Souls of mischief coming slicker than the rest confess. | |
| We press on. | |
| How i' m livin', | |
| From the break, breaka dawn. | |
| Aplus: | |
| All ya fakes that' s on , | |
| The microphone, go home. | |
| I' m from the land, man | |
| Niggas make you roam with chrome | |
| I stay at home. | |
| I like ta bone, i' m grown. | |
| I got a flow that' s known. | |
| In the o, i hold my own. | |
| Phesto: | |
| Yeah, baby come and have a seat with phes. | |
| Together we can defeat the stress | |
| And chill | |
| If you got that sex appeal. | |
| I' ll caress you till the morning. | |
| On and on, annnnnnd, | |
| chorus |
| zuò cí : Carter, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
| Phesto: | |
| Everybody, come and get some get up and go. | |
| Get rid of that no | |
| Cando attitude | |
| And expand and brace | |
| The obstacles you face. | |
| Ain' t no time to waste. | |
| Rhymin' pays. | |
| Never was it worth doin' crime to stay | |
| On your record when ya try to get and point it. | |
| I avoid it. | |
| Like being exploited. | |
| Couldn' t leave my people disappointed. | |
| I know you want it, | |
| So i' m gunna flaut it. | |
| It' ll be here and gone just that fast. | |
| You better bust that ass. | |
| Nothing' s inconcievable. | |
| Anything is possible. | |
| Never let them deceive you. | |
| Tajai: | |
| Life' s full of dilemas. | |
| I contend to that. | |
| I be looking out my window wondering " what will i catch?" | |
| Will it be... | |
| A good job? | |
| Huh? | |
| Two to the head? | |
| Huh? | |
| Maybe hiv so i can join the ranks of the living dead. | |
| But, hey tajai gotta press on. | |
| I' m late for class | |
| As i think of the choices my life rests on. | |
| I could buss my gat, | |
| Cook some crack, | |
| Master calculus, | |
| Build houses, | |
| And make a stack. | |
| Either wayi | |
| Depending on the dues i pay. | |
| No, you can' t go, | |
| So stick with it. | |
| You won' t get it | |
| If you lay and stall. | |
| Then don' t be in it for the long haul. | |
| Yeah, you know they wrong ya' ll. | |
| But we gots to get it on ya' ll. | |
| Chorus | |
| " time' s ain' t fair | |
| But that' s the way i play. | |
| No one can compare. | |
| And that' s the way i stay. | |
| This is how we do it every singular day. | |
| So what you tryin' ta say? | |
| Well, let me show you the right way." | |
| Opio: | |
| If you' re with me then you' re all about making money. | |
| So throw your hands in the air cuz ain' t shit for free. | |
| Nigga, oakland california is the place to be. | |
| It gets hectic see. | |
| I just connect to free | |
| My mind | |
| And write rhymes, | |
| So i don' t get caught up | |
| Or get shot up. | |
| Plus the fuzz think i got the product?? | |
| I don' t cut lines, i don' t have to. | |
| But if you look like a playa, they harass you. | |
| I make cash from doing shows from state to state. | |
| But still task on the run that license his plate. | |
| I don' t trip cuz it' s all in vain. | |
| Your daughter knows my name. | |
| Ask the broad the game. | |
| Aplus: | |
| People applaude the famous | |
| Never lame. | |
| Just rhyming to your brain, buss. | |
| You' re acting and that' s a shame. | |
| Cuz i set examples say in 9tre. | |
| It' s not a little joke. | |
| I gots to rhyme a little more, | |
| So i' m fin ta go | |
| And scoop a fortyo. | |
| I' m under 21, but then my sack is known as so. | |
| To the show we go | |
| Place a big stoge on the bridge, 80. | |
| A club with foes and hoes. | |
| I want high class bitches | |
| With the ass that switches. | |
| When i get them, they be due soon as the ad. is finished. | |
| Make me me feel like i' m living on the wrong planet. | |
| Strong as granite. | |
| It' s the souls with the song that' s demanded. | |
| Chorus | |
| Tajai: | |
| See | |
| Only the paid gets to mack and frollick. | |
| They got their wallets. | |
| So, what' s your holler? | |
| Strive to be a scholar. | |
| Attract the knowledge gained. | |
| Whatever called itself same. | |
| Attract the knowledge changed. | |
| To get you far in this game. | |
| Opio: | |
| Turn the page and let the ray turn out the felt tip. | |
| Let the ladies melt, strip. | |
| To the bow, i' m slick. | |
| Souls of mischief coming slicker than the rest confess. | |
| We press on. | |
| How i' m livin', | |
| From the break, breaka dawn. | |
| Aplus: | |
| All ya fakes that' s on , | |
| The microphone, go home. | |
| I' m from the land, man | |
| Niggas make you roam with chrome | |
| I stay at home. | |
| I like ta bone, i' m grown. | |
| I got a flow that' s known. | |
| In the o, i hold my own. | |
| Phesto: | |
| Yeah, baby come and have a seat with phes. | |
| Together we can defeat the stress | |
| And chill | |
| If you got that sex appeal. | |
| I' ll caress you till the morning. | |
| On and on, annnnnnd, | |
| chorus |