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PERFORMING ARTISTS
BJ the Chicago Kid
BJ the Chicago Kid
Vocals
C. Chambers
C. Chambers
Bass
Curt Chambers
Curt Chambers
Bass Guitar
Focus
Focus
Keyboards
Focus
Focus
Keyboards
Justus
Justus
Vocals
King Mez
King Mez
Vocals
Sly Pyper
Sly Pyper
Vocals
The S.C.I. Youth Choir
The S.C.I. Youth Choir
Sampled Artist
Trevor Lawrence Jr.
Trevor Lawrence Jr.
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
J. Mohrle
J. Mohrle
Songwriter
M. Ricks II
M. Ricks II
Songwriter
Bryan Sledge
Bryan Sledge
Songwriter
Morris Ricks
Morris Ricks
Songwriter
R. Harrell
R. Harrell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Producer
Bink!
Bink!
Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Carl M. Cartagena
Carl M. Cartagena
Assistant Engineer
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Engineer
Quentin Gilkey
Quentin Gilkey
Engineer
Victor Luevanos
Victor Luevanos
Assistant Engineer

Στίχοι

Family problems, it ain't easy handling those needs (Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do) Baby mama drama, I just need a little time to go to sleep (Damn, only if I had a little time for me) Record company motherfuckers asking me when I'm gonna release (I want the pressure homie, so much pressure on me) And my homies on my back about me helping them get up off them streets (I mean what the fuck?) And it all falls back on me Sometimes, somehow, it all falls back on me (Somehow it always fall back on me) No matter where we are, no matter what we doing it's on me If it was up to you that's just the way it's always gon' be Listen to me It's kind of funny how they fall back on me I used to never get a call back, homie Before the money they didn't see me like it's dark and it's all black, homie But now they switching cause the card black, homie It wasn't always that way We was recording on the 4-track, homie New apartment, no fridge, no mattress, no table, no cable And all I hear is my girl in my ear And this nigga Eazy asking for his car back, homie I would've never saw this happening from that far back, homie What it came to be, would have never believed, living the life I lived in C-P-T A motherfucking dream to reality is what you call that, homie It was something to me No eat, no sleep, wasn't nothing to me Can't always be what you want it to be And I'm the one that they looking up to Fuck they expecting from me? And it all falls back on me Sometimes, somehow, it all falls back on me Somehow it always fall back on me No matter where we are, no matter what we doing it's on me If it was up to you that's just the way it's always gon' be That's just the way it is, and how it always was DJing parties in my neighborhood just for the love Dope dealers overtipping and bitches stripping And any minute niggas start tripping and start shooting shit On any given day I'm like "what the fuck?" Face down on the pavement with the billy clubs Took that feeling to the studio and cued it up And now it's "Fuck the Police" all up in the club Now it's '91 and Snoop Dogg came to visit And was like "What up cuz? Let me show you what this chronic like" Couldn't help myself, just had to dip into that chronic life And then that night came in when that nigga Knight came in (woo!) This one of those dreams you don't wake up from Then again, you don't sleep if you come from where I come from When the sun shines and they bust nines Don't dial 9 plus 1-1 When they run up on your school bus with a two truck, you might learn something And it all falls back on me Sometimes, somehow, it all falls back on me Somehow it always fall back on me No matter where we are, no matter what we doing it's on me If it was up to you that's just the way it's always gon' be
Writer(s): Andre Romell Young, Bryan James Sledge, Justin Thurman Mohrle, Roosevelt Harrell Iii, Morris Wayne Ricks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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