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Baby D

Genres: Hip-Hop

Thangs Change Lyrics - Baby D

Simpty is for them simp ass niggaz 

Talkin' lot, 'til I spray dumpin' [Incomprehensible] niggaz 

Whenever talklin' shit, I straight rip 'em 

And niggaz know I come equip when I whip them 

 

Thangs change, everything has changed 

 

You say how can I make these dirty raps 

Number one albums, back to back 

If it was 1950, do you think I'd 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 

It's 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 in the playground is where it goes down 

But back in the days, 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 free basin' 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 crack head 

Sometimes I wake up in the mornin' and wanna go back to bed 

Layin' there 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 hoe's 

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 it's 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 

 

Everything changed, everything has changed 

Thangs change 

 

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 support our kids, like no good punks 

And then they grow up to be hardcore criminals 

Shoot 'em up, slang dope always pimpin' hoe's 

 

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 it's like 

 

It's kinda hard comin' up as a youngster 

I 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 tryna hide behind your badge 

 

Always tryin' arrest somebody 

All we gotta do is beat him with the Billy club 

Here I come, I comin' with my gun 

I'm shootin' in the head police now what 

 

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 make 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 

 

We came to stack them bodies, killin' everybody like John Gotti 

I said we came to stack them bodies, killin' everybody like John Gotti 

Now run up and get gun up the slack black 

I'm hittin' blackjack like the casino when I mack slap 

 

What you wanna play like Al Pacino with this 

Type of style with the lyricist this funk of hits 

[Incomprehensible] and the biscuits I drop 

Motherfuckers know I come down and show me [Incomprehensible] 

 

I don't really care, from the front or the rear 

Word to your mother I'm bout to smother and smear 

It's that master all I intelligent 

Chain that I swing from the others is irrelevant 

 

For you motherfucker just step up to the M I C 

I'm down with Shorty, Ant Banks and Mally G 

It's 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 

 

It's that motherfuckin' master blaster 

It's, mister, mister, ghetto, ghetto bastard 

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