Bread And Gravy - J.E. Mainer & The Mountaineers & Morris Herbert

And you go to the club And you go to your job And you do what you can Working for the man And you sit at home Totally alone Waiting by the phone For someone to call Waiting for your life to begin Waiting for your life to begin Waiting for reality to kick in Waiting for your life to begin Waiting for your life to begin Waiting for your life to begin Waiting for the grand awakening Waiting for your life to begin And you try and try To appreciate your life And you dont know why It just passes by You dont understand Whats the greater plan And you call your dad Cause it makes you sad Waiting for your life to begin Waiting for your life to begin Waiting for reality to kick in Waiting for your life to begin Waiting for your life to begin Waiting for your life to begin Waiting for the grand awakening Waiting for your life to begin Year after year Just slips through your fingers Days disappear And grow into memories You look at yourself Staring back in the mirror And think to yourself 'It is oh so good to have you here' And it makes you cry Makes you feel alive And Happy inside Almost like a child Waiting for your life to begin Waiting for your life to begin Waiting for reality to kick in Waiting for your life to begin Waiting for your life to begin Waiting for your life to begin Waiting for the grand awakening Waiting for your life to begin

Uh, if you know like I know you would get down on the flo' I keep a magnum for they back and I keep a swisha full of dro We can get down for my dime and we can fuck on the low And if you didn't want a pimp then what'cha fuckin' with me fo'? Every lady ain't a hoe and every hoe ain't my bitch It take a real trill nigga to recognize this type of shit Every girl around me legit, I don't fuck around with no punks Ride with me she holdin' a pistol while I'm whippin' and poppin' the trunk We gon' blow a lot of skunk and we gon' make a lot of bread And we ain't never gon' have no problems Long as she hear what the fuck I said Pimpin' ain't dead it just moved to the west side Still like to get my dick sucked under the street lights I'm Tony Snow, I'm out here livin' by the code In love with a lifestyle, not no bitch I'm in that mode I'm lookin at you, you choosin' me my dick head never stop I'm Pimp C bitch, I'm superstar, we headed to the top I'm stayin' true, I'm out here whippin' my Mercedes Fuckin' with the midnight ladies, the game is cold but it's gravy I'm bangin' Screw, my young girl lookin' fine We stayin' out here on the grind and keepin' money on our mind Well, I'm certified official, authentic and the real McCoy Guaranteed to blow the spot when I'm in it, gotta feel ya boy 100 percent, real Bun B I represent Trill with that gangsterass persona so hard that it can dent Still in the hood 'cause it needs me and the corner it feeds me So I eat all I want, my reputation preceeds me If you grimy or greasy then your best step be easy 'Cause that forty-feezy leave you leakin' fo' sheezy Trigger fingers I squeeze see and the cannons is bust Them bullets blow by you breezy like a midsummer gust It'll put your dick in the dust, when I put one up in your dome You be leakin' out plasma and puss and your mouth'll fill up with foam So you gotta go hard or go home, either be a boy or a man Gotta pay the cost to be the boss or you take a loss understand? Gotta play the hand that you're dealt that's until it's yo' turn to deal Otherwise you get it how you live, I could give a fuck how you feel I'm stayin' true, I'm out here whippin' my Mercedes Fuckin' with the midnight ladies, the game is cold but it's gravy I'm bangin' Screw, my young girl lookin' fine We stayin' out here on the grind and keepin' money on our mind I'm Pimp C bitch, I'm from the South This scary hoe don't wanna know what it's about 'Cause I stay country true down to the co', dick good like uncut blow In your nose, in your jaws, feel it tighten up, don't stop, don't pause Candy nigga drive candy cars, fuck the D.A., fuck the law I fuck the snow but I love a pro like flat backers I'm a Cadillac'er On parole well I'm a pistol packer, drugs sold, powder jacker Get with me if she a money stacker, bitch around me man I'ma mack her From the land of cheap work and steady licks With pounds of dro' and Impala bricks We grind to eat and eat to live This shit for real, these ain't no tricks With 36 hoes to the ki' And ten kilos grams in the sack And 15 sacks up in the trunk Now that's one point five mill' worth of crack It's Big Dick Cheney, Tony Snow The King Committee is now in session Today's agenda, get that dough 'Cause the clock is tickin', time is pressin' No second guessin', make your mind up Step your grind up and get that pay Gotta sell your ass or a nigga blast If you wanna roll with that UGK I'm stayin' true, I'm out here whippin' my Mercedes Fuckin' with the midnight ladies, the game is cold but it's gravy I'm bangin' Screw, my young girl lookin' fine We stayin' out here on the grind and keepin' money on our mind

I wanted love so very bad that I could almost tasted it And so I gave mine all to you And hoped you would not wast it I laid awake the whole night long And wondered was I wrong But when you woke and touched my face I knew that I belonged Belonging to someone I find is very necessary The load is lighter on your mind When someone helps to carry And even though I'm strong enough To make it on my own I would not even care to try To live my life alone For if I lived my life alone With no one to belong to There'd be no one to pledge my heart Or sing my song of love to My melodies would soon dry up And the words would leave me too It all would come to pass if I Could not belong to you I wanted love so very bad that I could almost taste it And when I gave mine all to you I knew you would not wast it