Broad Day Lyrics – Buddy
(He’s won a million dollars)
Shit sounds so ghetto, ghetto
This shit sounds so ghetto, ghetto
Ain’t shit change in the ghetto, ghetto
These motherfuckers so ghetto, ghetto
Shit sounds so ghetto, ghetto
This shit sounds so ghetto, ghetto
Ain’t shit change in the ghetto, ghetto
These motherfuckers so ghetto, ghetto
Two niggas in the Chevy with five dollars in the tank
They prayin’, hope it keep it running ’cause they ’bout to rob a bank
He slip a note under the glass and told her, “Open up the safe”
The police pull up for the shootout, then there go the yellow tape
It was all for the paper
So you gotta stay dangerous
Two bitches off a bottle in the back of a Mercedes
Sniff a little cocaína, started actin’ like the ’80s
Overdose in the hotel, was picked up by the cleaning lady
Same sad story like when Brenda had a baby
Read it in the paper
Some things don’t change, yeah
Hustle in broad daylight
Pimpin’ in broad daylight
Shootin’ in broad daylight
Killed him in broad daylight (Oh, no)
It’s a ghetto all around the world, nigga, yeah
All around the world, nigga
Yeah, uh
Shots rang out by where the homies hang out
Before the cops ever came out, the nigga bled out
They was ‘posed to catch your head up, but when you ran up
Somebody put the clip up, shot the whole shit up
Sit up, pick your chin up, get up, never give up, stand up
Poke your chest out, streets got you stressed out
Pressure made diamonds and the problems bring the best out
Selling narcotics maybe probably wasn’t the best route
In broad daylight hustlin’ ’cause it pays right
Then all of a sudden, niggas got stage fright
And then the canines barkin’ around the playground
It don’t cost you to stay down, it get dark after late night
Money on your head, duckin’ from the feds
Ghetto hoochie mamas bucket naked in my bed
Niggas tryna tussle over somethin’ that I said
Always into somethin’, always gettin’ into trouble when we
Hustle in broad daylight
Pimpin’ in broad daylight
Shootin’ in broad daylight
Killed him in broad daylight (Oh, no)
