Bodega Brovas - Tearz lyrics

[Intro] It's always the good ones that have to die After (after) Laughter (your laughter) Comes (there'll be) tears [Hook: Playdough] Tears for the struggle Tears for my city Tears for hip hop but it still lives in me Tears for the lost ones Tears for the dead ones Here's to life, so come and get some Yo, tears for the struggle Tears for my city Tears for hip hop but it still lives in me Tears for the lost ones Tears for the dead ones Here's to life, you better get some [Verse 1: Bodega Brovas] I shed tears, but I'm far from a cry baby Bodega take to the sky like a high navy I drive crazy on the highway from [EL?] Gangstas on the DL, d**h threats via email Too pure to be veiled, now we test positive Illest crew around still the blogs don't acknowledge it My city, I demolish it, rebuild it and repolish it Feelin' like the mayor, where you have to deal with politics A living goblin with problems that bother him Mind frame, [conquers them?] Backpack and moca**ins Too many profiting off of my hard labor 'til the inmate escapes, shed the tears, turn the favor [Verse 2: Playdough] Yo, I keep a rag in my bag to clean up when I get live On the left side, yeah that's the crip side But I found out the clean me is blood red Like the words in the scripture I just red Is that enough said? See what I just did? Line to the lemon Pledge-- dusted With a magnetic metal feather duster I tickled her fancy but I still don't trust her Snoop doggy sled-style and I mushed her And with her wrinkled (beat) I can't be her lover Wouldn't touch her with a ten-foot Slick Rick She got an eyepatch fat, but she slim-picked Autistic kids could not missed it This dude's so slick, he's God-gifted Just got lifted and [?] on what you need Had to slow hard just to go godspeed [Bridge: Heath McNease] (Yeah) now I ain't saying she a gold digger But she six-foot seven with a globe figure And I ain't saying that she look nasty But I break down in tears when she looks at me (waddup) And I ain't saying she a hobgoblin But they escorted her outta the Hot Topic And I ain't saying she a bu*terface But it's like Lawrence Fishburn's another race [Verse 3: Heath McNease] Check it Tears, fill a bucket She out with me in public Austin Powers teeth, sound like Jimmy Buffet Buffered that Facebook pic be false advertising She Karl Malone, T-Boz, and Hermione And nightmares my lungs could tell Wishing Severus Snape had that Confundus spell Because that fungus smell in that humungous well Is kinda gonna wanna until I'm 112 Nolan when you need him I'm screaming Inception Four dreams deep until you see your reflection Telling her subconscious that it's me, not her Cause I don't wanna be a hostage here to Bea Arthur It'd be awkward leaving that Golden Girl People price in style, showed her a whole new world Magic carpet ride low, can't support the weight And gettin' [?] is a mistake I can't afford to make [Verse 4: Bodega Brovas] Ayo, I hate rap It destroyed my life Has me robbin' banks, buyin' rims, and beatin' my wife And I'm wild'n out in every hood on every block gettin' shot My best friend consists of a Glock and a full clip From the suburbs of [?] Swear that I'm ballin', but I drive a forklift So cry me a river, point the finger at the music The voices in my rhymes and the songs made me do it [Verse 5: Bodega Brovas] Ayo, everything is crazy and I'm kinda fed up They feelin' on themselves cause they homies gas 'em up Saying that they dope, but the crowd leaves in tears Covering their ears and runnin' for the rear Everything is changing when they hit the exit door They rushin' to the crib to put Bodega on record Yeah, we changing lives, plus we kissin' babies Reanimate the spirit, and hope for all to hear it [Hook] [Outro] After (after) Laughter (your laughter) Comes (there'll be) tears