These Days Songtext
von Rhymefest

(Some of these days) I wanna bust some heads
(Some of these days) I′d rather lie in the bed
(Some of these days) I'm out tryin to get love
(Some of these days) I′m just up in the strip club
(Some of these days) I feel like cryin
(Some of these days) I feel like dyin
(Some of these days) Man
(Some of these days) WOO! Thank you very much now


(Some of these days) I wanna spaz out
And throw a brick through a sucker-ass nigga's glasshouse
But yo - (some of these days) I know the time comin
Child support gon' bust in and try to find somethin, but no
(Some of these days) My baby momma just don′t understand
I ain′t rich bitch, it's just an advance, but she know
(Some of these days) She better off with some of these hoes
Whose baby dads don′t even care for they kids
I don't kick it with cowards
This my career, you just rap in the shower
You ain′t stackin no power, you ain't stackin the powder
You ain′t ready to ride, get yo' ass out that Impala
Holla, I'm on my grind, be back in an hour
(Some of these days) I′m like the bully up in the class
Just waitin for a chance to whoop yo′ ass, but then again
(Some of these days) I used to get D's
Kids said they actin white because they can read, then again
(Some of these days) Ain′t no benefit
Feds cannot lose cause he get ignorant
I ain't innocent, Jesus walked me to the Grammy′s
Thank you God, now I can sin again!

(Some of these days) I feel like Puff Daddy lie
Cause I ain't vote and I ain′t die
I ain't a hypocrite, I hate rap music, I just love my shit
Kanye, Common, Twista, that's it, but then again
I kinda like Eminem, he be funny and dissin
I bought his record, it′s a one-time listen, but man
(Some of these days) I′m pro-black and I be ready to blast
'Til I see a white girl with a black girl′s ass
I wanna take that white girl, give her a black girl mask
But if I get a dark Italian girl it just might pass
(Some of these days) I wish I wasn't good at rhymin
Cause then my dumb ass would go down and
But until that time arrive I won′t play thug
This ain't hate, this is tough love (motherfucker)


(Some of these days) I feel like a rock star
Seein the world from the backseat of a cop′s car, but still
(Some of these days) I feel like a porn star
Two ladies in the navi tryin to play with my OnStar, and still
(Some of these days) I wanna shun critics
Like bitch, give me my three mics and just be done with it, for real
(Some of these days) I'm feelin like
(Some of these) police is so obese
Always eatin fast food, sugary snacks, the pounds they pullin
Can't run so they chase the niggas down with bullets
Helicopters, K9′s, through bushes and trees
For a .38 revolver and a bag of weed
Officer please, I know my seatbelt′s unfastened
You just clocked in, now you're lookin for action
But here′s a suggestion, I know you ain't askin
It′s a man over there with a gun and a mask
Comin out of the back, with the money and bag
I guess the real Crip and nig' be the one with the badge
But hey yo

Wooo! Thank you very much now!