Текст песни Carry The Weight

I really wish I could you know at twenty-one

youknowhatI'msayin',he he, yo yo

(I'ma tell you exactly why I do the things

I do, youknowhatI'm sayin')

Gotta carry the weight youknowhatI'msayin'

Go ahead

Yeah! I break it down like this

[Verse One:]

You see I don't like to remenisce about the past

The lower class, no clout livin' hand to mouth

Each and every wrong move the police keep count

make it real fuckin' easy to get streched out

I was at the funeral when it all began

You know the painful transition from a boy to men

I lost sight of my mother at the age of nine

didn't understand death nearly lost my mind

But see life moves on and broke niggas can't change it

Age ten, new step family arrangement

at thirteen, I started gettin' hair on my dick

And noticed me and my sister were gettin' treated like shit

I would forever be hit with anything in reach

Then my father would proceed to go to church and preach

about forgiveness, patience all the shit that he lacked

Gettin' jump when he said and the head gat cracked

physical contact was in form of a slap

at the age of fifteen Xzibit now hit back

courtesy of my stepbrother, who taught me to scrap

Left the bitch on the ground with her eyes on black

Ran away from the house of Teresa and Nate

Into juvenile detention where I built up hate

I don't remember the date of the judical debate

but legally I was now in custody of the state

[Chorus:]

And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink

Say what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak

I'm trying to contemplate the next move to make

Gotta find some way to release this hate

And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink

Say what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak

I'm trying to contemplate the next move to make

Gotta find some way Xzibit carry the weight

[Interlude: Xzibit, (J-Ro)]

(Yeah it's fucked up though man)

(YouknowhatI'msayin')

Yo

(The fuck you doin' in jail)
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Insane man, I don't know man, he he he

(Yeah wats goin' on down there, gotta get out dude)

Yeah I be out in couple of weeks man

YouknowI'msayin'

(It's popin' man)

It's cool yo fuck that

(It's popin' out here)

They can go on and on for that

(I'm tellin' you it's popin' man come home)

[Verse Two:]

And that was worse then the treatment I was gettin' at home

but only now I was fucked up plus all alone

My father talkin' all crazy to me over the phone

Turned age sixteen now on my own

Started running with cats who carried gats cause they had too

with no hesitation lock load then blast you

Without a hastle we in a town of hicks

fuckin' all these chicks

Sellin' rock by the bricks

so we feelin' like we mothafuckin' Nino Brown

At the house when the mothafuckin' man touched down

Screamin' demands "Let me see your goddamn hands (now)"

A.T.F. cause of handguns and contraban

we never kept it in the house

So of course we clounded

Only found one pistol took us all down town

We be out by the end of the afternoon

gettin' drunk on the strip let the system BOOM!

Who would assume Mr. QK would chill with a wife

Ty and Matt caught bodies

Now they spend there life behind bars

catchin' scars that will not heal

niggas don't know the half about keepin' it real

[Chorus 1 1/2]

[outro:]

Like this

Like this, like that

Yeah! gotta carry the weight

Like this euh!

Bringin live

Yeah! yeah! like this

It's Xzibit

Gotta carry the weight

Like that yo!

Like that yo!

Xzibit Carry The Weight