Paris - Thinka 'Bout It Lyrics
Yeah! Another funky song for your mind in the nine-twoand the nine-three, P-Dog in the mother*****in house!Bout to get it startedBout to get it started, live and direct from the undergroundStill sayin what I wanna say, and I ain't gon' never change[Verse One]Oh what a shame, the way that we're dyin upKillin ourselves with no help from the other oneOnly thought, was how the hell to get your money onLivin in fear cause you're livin in a war zoneSo much funk, jump off from a wrong lookMake a wrong move one time and your life's tookJust the way it is when you're livin in the cityThe way we dyin off is a mother*****in pityExtra, extra, read all about itAnother one dead, he seen a bullet and he caught itHow many gotta fall off victim to the gameor being a ho, to the cocaine thangMakin a rush up, to keep 'em comin back againYou oughta know by now it ain't no love for AfricanPeople stay enslaved to the ways of America I'm scarin yaBut I ain't goin out like that, so think about it now[Chorus]"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - "Young brothers just don't realize"[Paris] Yeah, think about it"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - "Young brothers just don't realize"[Paris] Think about it"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - "Young brothers just don't realize"[Paris] Uhh, think about it"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.." - "Young brothers just don't realize"[Verse Two]People keep comin up, askin the newsThey wanna know, why I do what I doIt's really kinda simple, so don't be amazedIt ain't no secret it's the way I was raisedGot much props from my pops cause he never stopsbein a father to his child, he cared a lotRaised me up, and to
