Can’t Win for Losin Songtext
von Seagram

Damn, I just lost a grip
Bet a hundred on six and my ass got hit

But these punk-ass niggas can′t buck me
Pulled out another dove, yo, I feel lucky
Fate is a nigga, there goes the shake
There goes the roll, a six and a ace
Ain't that a bitch, I ain′t even touched the dice
Bet it with my homie and he crapped out twice
Pulled out another dove, looked up to the heavens
Bet you don't nine to five before you seven eleven


Damn, there goes the motherfuckin' nina
Wish I wouldn′ta seen her, they takin′ my ass to the cleaners
Finally got the dice in my hand and I hit two sevens back to back
Now I'm back in the mist, niggas gettin′ stung
I loaded up the gun 'cause I′m able
Betted everybody at the table
A G on line, but I'm cooler than the mack
Shook up the dice and through the front door came craps
It must be bad luck or too much confusion
Whatever it is, I can′t win for losin'

Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose
That's the way it goes, you gots to pay your dues
Don′t worry now, it′ll be greater later
I ain't got no love for those haters of players

Pour me some motherfuckin′ powder
Finna rock it up, it'll take about an hour
Pulled out the pot, mixed the coke with the soda
Shake it up tough, pretty soon I have a boulder
Felt on the product, the shit was still soft
Put the jar under cold water to cool it off
Uh, just as I did that, the jar cracked
There goes my cocaine racin′ down the kitchen sink drain

Shit, now my pockets gettin' shorter
Stuck my hand down the drain and only saved a quarter


And you say that′s the way the ball bounces
I got chased by task last week and had to throw three ounces
And I just got out of jail
No, they didn't let me out, I had to post bail
And now it's twenty-five on its own
Seems like everything′s goin′ wrong
It must be bad luck or too much confusion
Whatever it is, I can't win for losin′

Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose
That's the way it goes, you gots to pay your dues
Don′t worry now, it'll be greater later
I ain′t got no love for those haters of players

Niggas in the town wanna funk

We can get 'em up, nigga, I ain't no punk

Never was, never been, and I never will be
Finna get my AK and make sure you niggas feel me
Rollin′ in the bucket, fuck it
When I see you, nigga, your death′s goin' public
Yeah, I thought you knew
You′re fuckin' with the cuckoo fool from the zoo
Cruisin′ through the east side, that's where he resides

Tonight there′s gonna be another homicide
Turned out the lights, bust a right on the ave
Gat out the window, down goes the mask
Rolled up on a gang of niggas, they scrammed
Pulled the trigger, but the motherfuckin' gat jammed
Shit, I'm tryna fix the clip
Punched it to the floor ′cause there′s
Bullet holes comin' through my door
It must be bad luck or too much confusion
Whatever it is, I can′t win for losin'

Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose
That′s the way it goes, you gots to pay your dues
Don't worry now, it′ll be greater later
I ain't got no love for those haters of players

Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose
That's the way it goes, you gots to pay your dues
Don′t worry now, it′ll be greater later
I ain't got no love for those haters of players

Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose
That′s the way it goes, you gots to pay your dues
Don't worry now, it′ll be greater later
I ain't got no love for those haters of players

Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose
That′s the way it goes, you gots to pay your dues
Don't worry now, it'll be greater later
I ain′t got no love for those haters of players