N.O.R.E.: Sometimes

Yo I grew up like the regular thug, I think I told you that My only means of gettin money was to sell the crack I shot a nigga did a bid nigga all of that So now I kick back and get paid for raw rap Nigga 'Pone ain't home, not yet (not yet?) Yo it don't matter cuz we's all on the same set Me and ??? kick it on the here and there The really head to tough but the love is there My pops died on July 3rd, '98 So now a nigga need mad herb Cuz my pops is here yo he loved his son Matter of fact my pops the one that showed me a gun And said "Popi, you gotta protect ya moms Even if that means that you gotta strap up arms" He used to make me hit the punching bag My dad, he was a boxer god And he really was glad yo the boxing the golden glove He just a thug and I love him yo So I'ma spread that love... Chorus (repeat 2x) Sometimes I wanna cry and pray, sometimes Sometimes I want Channel 8, sometimes Sometimes I get drunk all god damn day Sometimes I wanna go back around the way Sometimes I wanna ride and smoke, sometimes Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke Verse 2: Musolini I cock and pop 3 in the air for my niggas not here Locked it wit me, your legacy live on with me continuously Tremendously I blow weed deep in my memory You still breathe, your face show through your seeds And who know it that you go so quick We all felt hopeless, through blunt smoke My pen spittin and I show this I swore an oath you would notice I go to lengths with my rap strengths When I think about my past friends K-Rock and D-zo Primo from the same block as me since we was shorties The pain and project glory I get touched it all absorb me like a weed head rush Keepin the thorough for my passed he-ro, I must All my peoples street and physical I still see you featured in my heart sometimes it might wrinkle Much drinkin when I'm thinkin, its like I feel a hush over the skies Touched by dead guys speakin... Chorus (repeat 2x) Verse 3: Noreaga Yo from Biggie Smalls to Killa B too ??? and 2Pac, yo my twin and my pops Hit-Hard Todd and Smiley, T-Bone too And plus, my nigga Raheem, from ??? You know I poured out beer for Fernando too And I still smoke my bogeys in the rest of the crew Yo ain't nothin changed still play ball the same I like to cheat a little bit just to run in my game But y'all niggas ain't here, can't believe this shit Thought you'd always be here, though we'd always be clique! But y'all niggas not here no more, it ain't fair no more Sometimes I get stressed and kick the door But I maintain still holdin' in the pain Why my pops had to go, why his kids the same Mothafuckin mambo, yo I love my dad I know he probably didn't realize what he had Chorus (repeat 4x)