Waiting is Over - Hip Hop Pantsula, Whosane

Waiting is Over - Hip Hop Pantsula, Whosane

Год
2008
Язык
`English`
Длительность
190930

Below is the lyrics of the song Waiting is Over , artist - Hip Hop Pantsula, Whosane with translation

Lyrics " Waiting is Over "

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Waiting is Over

Hip Hop Pantsula, Whosane

Stop, let me think of this for a minute

Bona…

I’m cool with this fella, le-go-getter wa go dikena

Got cool swagger, make cool smega

'Cause wa bereka, o nna gae

Wants his own crib though, ko toropong

But only got a certificate, ko parolong

He got a wife, bitjienyana a kena dikolotong

Stay with life, later die man a phela dicholopong

Went to his crib, chill smooth *** ko kamoreng

Are Jabba, you’ll never believe gore ke tlo goreng

«I got AIDS, dog!»

I got played, dog, by my own wife

In my mansion I’m a slave, dog

This disease got me slashing my arms

Even worse, I don’t even know how I’m gon' tell my moms

I’m a good guy, dude

I work hard, nine to five, why should I die, dude?

All I want is to stay alive

How will I survive, he whispers down the corridor

What had ended all, lesson to work for the

And I don’t even know now what I’m living for

Eish!

(The waiting is over, oh!)

The waiting is over

Trying to put your weight on my shoulder

And when it gets colder

I’ll be here to land a hand like a soldier

Sometimes life is not that coucher

But don’t say I never told ya

The waiting is over

Trying to put your weight on my shoulder

And when it gets colder

I’ll be here to land a hand like I told ya

Sometimes life is not that coucher

But don’t say I never told ya

Most brothers sleep walk while providing a wall

Stale mate, jail bait, getting caught with they arms

If he under 18 he go to court with his moms

The black man is invisible in physical form

Figure that he dead or he off robbing the store

Tryna bake bread, didn’t know the oven was off

Hittin' base as hustlin' in Brooklyn New York

It’s cliché but It’s cliché when brothers get caught

I was self taught to get it, so fortunate and

My circumstance with chance was so hidden

Pulled up my pants, advance to transform the norm like Louis Armstrong holding

a horn

By that I mean I trump whoever on

My truth is in the booth, that’s from dusk to dawn

And all my brothers on the block smokin' *** stay strong (Strong, strong,

strong, strong)

The waiting is over

You back home from doing your time, on the block where you used to grind

Standing in front the same shop where you used to buy and use your 9

This time you’ll use your mind

I said It’s over

You back home from doing your time, on the block where you used to grind

Standing in front the same shop where you used to buy and use your 9

This time you’ll use your mind

I said It’s over

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