How Come

Duration

5:18

Genres

R & B / Soul

Description

Lyrics

Lyrics to the song How Come By Point One From The album Married written By Justin D. Myers Jango and datpiff.com " how come" i cant get a government job i got people looking at me lyke i hustle an rob "how come" it's so hard so i cant feed the kids these food stamps dont help and the wic aint shit "how come" i go to college and i have 2 jobs but i cant get a loan or a credit card "how come" all the police, know my name but they dont want to support or here shit i say "how come" i have to grynd just to pay the rent feed myself, dress the young, and pay the phone bill pimp "how come" i make that , minimum wage doing whatever i gotta do so, a playa can get payed im a hustla from back in the old days sippin yac, old E, on the corner with blaze fire, we smoke weed get fucked up, do any thing to get paper im a hustla never a hater step in flyboogaters yeah heard what i say and your girl loves me i spread game shit from the back been ------pen--ten---tree but i dont love it, dont lease shit and how come they wont just let me out they say they overcrowed but they kept me in -echo- "goodnight all you boys n girls" "layen in your beds all around the world" wether its 4 in the morning and theres nobody yawning see were just tryin, close your eyes count the sheep, close your lids dont, make a peep but if ya- see the mouse, let him creep , let him creep watch him- get his cheese let him- slide into his house under- neath the crib so he can go feed his mouth the crew, and his boys you know--,--how it is we dont, have no toys but we stays with a toaster and im not speaking on the ones for the bread talking bout the thang that you load the bullets straight to your head "booyach-booyach" yeah thats the sound of that shawty quick to rattle your body no night mares young homie "how come" i cant get a government job i got , people lookin at me lyke im hustlen raw "how come" its so hard to get food for the kids i cant get food stamps, and the wic aint shit "how come" im in college and i have two jobs pluss i cant geta credit, or a f****on job "howcome" all the police know my name but they dont want to support or hear shit i say im a hustla, hustla, bat an gat cha run bases, under neath the black lights and see all faces see the lights on the freeway gliss'n as im, sittin in the limo doing what i gotts to demo bang, shit, ho--- ohh-,-i-,-do and -,-i ryde--slyde--past your base n say im fly smoke a blunt -- under,neath the blue and beautifull black sky as i prey to god im ---a "hustla,-hustla" "busta,-busta" you could nair not dare ever come n fuck me (pause for beat)1sec "goodnight" x 6 "how come" i cant get a government job i got people looking at me lyke im hustl'n raw "how come" its so hard to get food for the kids these food stamps dont help,--and the wic aint shit "booyach--booyach" thats the sound of the shawty quick to rattle your body no night mares young home--y "good night all you boys n girls" " laying in your beds all around the world" "wether its" "4 in the morning and theres nobody yawning" "see we just try'n close are eyes" "count the sheep--, close your lids" "dont make a peep" "but if ya" "see the mouse--let him creep,--let him creep" "watch him---" "get his cheese,--let him slide into his house" "under"--neath the crib , so he can go and feed his mouth "the crew,-- and his boys" "you know,-- how it is" "we dont have no toys" "but he stays -with a toaster" "and im not speakin on the one for the bread" "talkin bout the thang that loads the bullets for ya head" "booyach--booyach" yeah thats the sound of the shawty quick to rattle your bodys of them hype mares homie!! "how come" [ "wit jip jybe"]J.M. -------End-------