Groundhog (A Cappella) Songtext
von Flowdan

Living life like a ground hog
Black bandana and it sounds of
Sirens and violence
24-seven no days off
As a younger he tried to be a pro baller
But no scouts never called up
Now you catch him on da corner
Number one gunner and rising, the tall up

Worked the life that he wanted
Older brothers doing ten for a gun ting
This world don he weren′t on that
Black balaclava and gloves for the robbery
Dem time there he's looking food for the family
Buss gunshot and drink brandy
Living at home with his Mumsie
There weren′t one day that he had to go hungry

It goes on and on


Now he said that he worked out
The olders are cool but they're burnt out
They haven't put in work for the last couple years
So according to him they don′t dump out
Anyway he got shift with a couple boxes
Boy dem run up in his Mumsie
Lucky that he never had the four, five
Dirty Babylon they would have loved it
So when the judge slapped him with a sentence
Not one ounce of repentance
Tried the screw face ting when he was about on the wing

But when he got punched up he remember
That he wasn′t bout that life on the inside
Never ad tha art of a warrior
Started promising himself he weren't guna come back
Got surrounded by goon and he felt like a foreigner

Anyway them mana touch road
Now he′s saying get down or lay down
Upgraded himself from mini to a monster
Brand new bully in the playground
Mumsie can't take it
She goes hard with the prayers onna Sunday

She beg Jesus for guidance
And mercy to show him a better way
But anyway my mans Muslim
He goes hard with the war onna Friday
He said he′s done with the bacon
But he still goes ham with the lemon and the high-grade


On
On
On and on
It goes on and on

The pressure is rising
We keep on surviving
There's no disguising
It goes on and on

The road that your taking
The world that your making
There′s no escaping
It goes on and on

Watch ya, yeah
Now we got a new chapter
Life of a new wave gangster
When my don said he's picking up boxes
Cash in hand
He ain't holla′in a sponsor
Now he knows about obia

So he′s spending big money on the dark side
Try pay for protection
Pray for protection
Shook
He was just hoping he won't die
′Cause nobody wants gun shots
Never get caught slipping on the wrong side

Yo the streets look
Then the streets chat he heard somebody's just put money on his headback
But he said he don′t even bidniss
He said dem man better get a refund
He don't leave yard without the big ting
He said funeral but it ain′t he's one

Yo, Mumsie can't take it
She goes hard with the prayers onna Sunday
She knows he won′t make it
But she begs Jesus to hear what she′s gotta say
But anyway my mans dumping
People wit shots in their face and headback
Mana move scary like Halloween pumpkin
Dem man that buss gun dem man that don't take chat (chat)

On
On
It goes on and on

On and on
On and on
On and on
On and on
On and on
On and on
On and on