Gas Gauge (the Worlds in Your Hands) - текст песни
Gas Gauge (the World's in Your Hands)
At days arrival one man at the table eatin' corn flakes Checkin out the paper his brother walks in from a hard nights caper Half hungover and looking for his pager What's in the news today did we find a saviour Nah I'm just looking for some part time labor By the way did you remember put the gas in my ride Or must I remind ya how I lost my last job Chill with all that chatter ya know ya need to stall Trust me baby bro that's what big brotha's for uh uh I got interviews today so don't even front about my broken gas gauge By the way things are looking it's a very good day If I could ever find my wallet I'll be on my way Bigger brotha steps to his girlfriends place Just then the phone rings and it was moms to say Remind ya big brotha it's your cousin's birthday And I'ma need a half dozen eggs for the cake No problem moms I'll tell him later in the day But now I can't find my wallet gotta go I'm late
(Chorus) The world's in your hands don't waste... Don't waste your time
Back to the saga the car wouldn't start up JJJJhhhh..JJJJhhhh There he goes now he's rolling like a baller Out of the city and into the woods For a job with a hammer where the pay is good Reaches in the back seat for his favorite tape Uuuh a condom from his brotha's last date Damn my lazy no good brotha and just as he says it The car starts to sputter and sputter Until it outright stops the gas tank empty Not even a drop I'm gonna choke that nigga when I reach my spot Three miles from no place and now I gotta walk To the top of the hill and down again Round the bend page my broth from the old fruit stand The phone ring rings yo it's me your big brotha I told ya not to sweat me when I'm laying with my lover What! You punk ass broke muthafukka I told ya cut the crap When it came to my endeavors chill baby bro and don't even start it There's a gallon in the trunk andif ya need more fart it Some of my shit along with ya lost wallet Is in the glove box kid, the mystery solv-en Take what's yours and leave mine where ya saw it My baby's calling gotta go stay solid
(Chorus)
So he hung up the phone in a rush to leave I forgot to tell my brotha 'bout the cake recipe Star 69 so he pushed it in but By now the bigger brotha was pursuing some skins The phone ring rings - don't answer it it's my little brotha Calling fuckin' with me again So he beeped him back a one two more times But he was already naked with his Valentine Damn - I Gotta - get back to the ride What the hell's going on with this day of mine Once again up the hill down the other side What the fucks a cop doin snooping by my ride Yo officer - check it - out everything is fine
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