Hallo, Leute, ich suche mal wieder einen Songtext, diesmal von Everlast „What it´s like“
„…blabla man in a liquor store begging for your change…“ und so weiter, mehr verstehe ich einfach nicht, den Text von „Ends“ hätte ich auch ganz gerne.
Wäre cool, wenn da jemand weiterhelfen könnte,
liebe Grüße, frohe Ostern,
rushme
Manchmal nicht ganz jugendfrei, aber trotzdem zwei schöne Songs …
What it’s like
We’ve all seen a man at the liquor store beggin’ for your change
The hair on his face is dirty, dread-locked, and full of main
He asks a man for what he could spare, with shame in his eyes
„Get a job you fucking slob,“ is all he replies
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it’s like to sing the blues
Chorus
Then you really might know what it’s like…
Then you really might know what it’s like…
Then you really might know what it’s like…
Then you really might know what it’s like…
Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom that said he was in love
He said, „Don’t worry about a thing, baby doll
I’m the man you’ve been dreaming of.“
But 3 months later he say he won’t date her or return her calls
And she swear, „God damn, if I find that man I’m cuttin’ off his balls.“
And then she heads for the clinic and
she gets some static walking through the door
They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner
and they call her a whore
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it’s like to have to choose
Chorus
I’ve seen a rich man beg
I’ve seen a good man sin
I’ve seen a tough man cry
I’ve seen a loser win
And a sad man grin
I heard an honest man lie
I’ve seen the good side of bad
And the downside of up
And everything between
I licked the silver spoon
Drank from the golden cup
And smoked the finest green
I stroked the fattest dimes at least a couple of times
before i broke their heart
You know where it ends, yo, it usually depends on where you start
I knew this kid named Max
who used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs
He liked to hang out late
he liked to get shit-faced and keep the pace with thugs
Until late one night there was a big old fight and Max lost his head
He pulled out his chrome .45, talked some shit, and wound up dead
Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of this pain
You know it comes that way
at least that’s what they say when you play the game
God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news
'Cause then you really might know what it’s like to have to lose
Then you really might know what it’s like…
Then you really might know what it’s like…
Then you really might know what it’s like…to have to lose
Einige Stellen sind gecleant oder herausgecuttet worden in der Radio-Version, deshalb empfehle ich das Album.
Ends
Ends, some people would rob their mother for the ends
Rat snitch on one another for the ends
Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends
So before we go any further I’m on my ends
I knew this cat named Dale who didn’t have a dollar
He was Harvard material, Ivy League scholar
Had a PHD, an MBA
But now he’s waitin’ tables ‚cause there’s rent to pay
Company’s down sizin‘, inflation’s risin’
Can’t find a job he’s feelin’ kind of stressed
Doesn’t even feel the effects when he says
Forgot to count how many times he’s been blessed
So he falls off track, starts smokin’ the crack
And once it hits his brain it starts a chain react
Sells the shirt off his back, the shoes off his feet
He’s losin’ all his teeth, now he’s out on the street
And all of the sudden he’s like Jesse James
Tryin’ to stick up kids for their watches and chains
But he’s from business school, and he’s nervous with the tool
So he ends up on his back in a bloody pool
For the ends
I knew this chick named Sally, she had a nice strut
And everywhere that I went she was up in the cut
Swingin’ that butt like ‚place your ad here‘
Only rapped the Benz and rocked the fly gear
Brand name wearin’, champagne wavin’
Jewels around the neck, a lotta style she’s cravin’
Ain’t no savin’, she’s doin’ all the spendin’
If you do the livin’, she’ll do the bendin’
Straight machine vendin’, that’s money for tail
Shoppin’ sprees get her on her knees
And then you hit her with the keys of your krib you actin’ funny
Come home one day find her countin’ out your money
From the Wetlands all the way to the Apollo
If you broke she’s spittin’ if you’re rich she might swallow
For the ends
I knew these two homeboys that made a lot of noise
Makin’ money on the block, the kids was on their job
They was toughin’ it and livin’ like Reverend Run
DMC they was tokin’ guns
Hold and wait, goin’ out of state
Stackin’ mad chips and pushin’ phat wears
Fly jewels and clothes and got no job
And then one disappeared and one got robbed
For the ends
Ich weiß nicht, ob auch hier an der Radio-Version ein bisschen rumgedoktert wurde (würde mich aber nicht wundern)!
Trotzdem viel Spaß damit!
Gruß!
Chris
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