Supernova — текст песни (Lisa `Left Eye` Lopes f Andre Rison)

A quick story from rags to riches
Comin` to you from Supernova (AKA Left Eye)
Give it to `em, give it to `em, give it to `em (ha ha)

I`m goin`, I`m goin` from rags to riches (ha ha ha ha)
I`m goin`, I`m goin` from rags to riches (ha ha ha ha)

I started off as an army brat (Atten-hut!)
Seven months old class act
I was racing down the block
As a matter of fact
I could`ve been a track star (I guess I am)
I stacked bars
Comin` through your system in them phat cars (uh)
Cross country isn`t that far
It`s like I`m in the race, don`t know who you cats are
See one day I fell from grace, landed in this place
My innocence erased from talkin` back to my momma`s face
Like I was lost in space
Without a trace, cuttin` class, bein` Mrs. Fast Ass
Gettin` blasted with my dad, got caught up in the flash
My Nana goin` straight mad, had to make the dash
Saw a fella through the streets
Who would give anything for cash
And anything to crash in anybody`s path
If everything I had
Look at what I could grab (check it)
And it was just a bunch of niggas

I`m goin` from rags to riches
From rags to riches
I`m goin` from rags to riches
I bet you I`mma be the richest
I`m goin` from rags to riches
From rags to riches
I`m goin` from rags to riches
I bet you I`mma be the richest

I`m goin` from rags to riches
From rags to riches
I`m goin` from rags to riches
I bet you I`mma be the richest
I`m goin` from rags to riches
From rags to riches
I`m goin` from rags to riches
I bet you I`mma be the richest

Ding ding the bell ring, landlord causin` a scene
Mama diggin` for her green, last dolla (dolla bill)
To pay for the phone bill, electric bill, water bill
How you feel when you make a mill?
And move your mama to a house on the hill
With picture framed TV`s on the wall
Hard and I`m pissed when she wanna ball
A cell phone for when she wanna call
She ballin` out of control
With her own bank roll, I got her back though
One for the money and two for the show
Mama floors stayin` clean 600 green outside
Showin` them the many ways that God provides in life
Or who can see the bigger picture
And tell a story from goin` dead broke to gettin` richer
Knowin` I`m gettin` with you in this paper chase
Rags to riches all up in your face

I`m goin` from rags to riches
From rags to riches
I`m goin` from rags to riches
I bet you I`mma be the richest
I`m goin` from rags to riches
From rags to riches
I`m goin` from rags to riches
I bet you I`mma be the richest

I remember sellin` weed
Can`t believe that I was poisonin` my folk
Now I let my throat be the antidote
Always kept my hopes high
Now mama don`t cry, `cause I`ll be close by
With the most high I was playin` Robin Hood (in the hood)
Little Red Riding Hood
Til` the barrel pointed where I stood (yeah, I stood)
But walked away like I was absolutely positively sure I could
Attitude on drugs
A few dollars in the bucket
And scheming steady dreaming
For a chance to make some duckets
Caused a little ruckus on the sideline
From the alley way to Cali, on the Grammy day
Went from disarray to mayday, mayday, mayday
Ran away from the sickness with a quickness
And went from rags to riches

I`m goin` from rags to riches
From rags to riches
I`m goin` from rags to riches



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