Johnny Dough - Them Nights Lyrics

Yea a yea yea (uhh)
What about them nights I was hungry (yea)
Or what about them nights I was cracked (I was cracked)
What about them nights I was lonely (yea)
Or what about them nights I was trapped (I was trapped)
What about them nights I was hungry (yea)
Or what about them nights I was cracked (I was cracked)
What about them nights I was lonely (yea)
Or what about them nights I was trapped (I was trapped)

Use to sell cocaine for a profit (on God)
Arm & hammer wack work like a mob hit (for real)
I watched my Mom and Dad struggle with the light bill (uh huh)
And tried to feed eleven kids day and night still (uh huh)
So I can talk about the struggle talk about the hustle (yup)
Getting chips I ain't talking bout a bag of ruffles (facts)
So I stood on that corner all fucking night (night)
While you was fucking I was making sure it's fucking right (right)
Homeboy I use to hustle while you home boy (haha)
I ain't in Atlanta when I'm talking zones boy (uhh)
Mom struggled with the lights fuck Peco (fuck em)
Bills paid for a year worried bout the rico (on God)
(Cop sirens)