
Josephine (Produced by Hi-Tek) Lyrics
Josephine (Produced by Hi-Tek) - Hi-Tek
God's woman what's going on
I know things seem messed up sometime
You stressed out and you can't handle the situation
Sometime it feels like you lacking the guidance
And you don't know what to do but stay strong
And keep in mind that he always loves you
It's what it is
Josephine the times are getting tough tough tough
Seems to me you just won't get enough enough
The rain won't wash away your sins
You'll be here that's right sugar love
To do them all over again come on
Yo I know this chick from the hood named Courtney Cox
And her brain is easy to pick like faulty locks
She's awfully hot asshole burning like tobasco
She used to be thick
It's like where the hell her a** go
Started smoking w**d and graduated to the pipe
Thought that she could quit but her calculations wasn't right
Infatuated with the life of d**e fiends and crack pushers
Prostituting for old pimps who mack hookers
Putting d**e in the cook searching for her vein
Tracks all over her arms she never felt the pain
The monkey on her back is now a gorilla
Fiending for a hit knowing one day it's gon' kill her
The clinic didn't help nope she just another young black woman
Destroying her pretty image and her health
Got me thinking to myself damn how could this happen
I seen her on the corner nodding off sniffin' and scratching
Josephine the times are getting tough tough tough
Seems to me you just won't get enough enough
The rain won't wash away your sins
You'll be here to do them all over again again again
Up all night under the party lights
Oh yeah
Same old popping and party hopping
All of your so called friends
Are leading you down the wrong road
Leading you back to crack it's a known fact
It is time that you need me need me need me
I'll be there to help you help you
I'll be your leaning pole when you're falling down down
I'll be there when you falling down sooner or later
Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah
The Josephine that I knew had a fiend for the rich guys
Old fashion girl judged a man by her shoe size
If you had on the right Nikes looked like the right type
Paid her the right price she give you the green light
Un huh
She was a different breed she smoked different w**d
Every week her hair done she had a different weave
She was in and out of bars
She was in and out of cars
She was on and off the law
She was in and out of drawers
The chick a dime I admit I even tried to hit
I told her I was broke as sh*t
But I got the magic stick
I'm that confident she said I need the cash
A different time a different place I could have the a**
Years went pass before I seen her again
Now she slim and I don't think she been in the gym
So I asked her how she been
She said I'm down with the men
Now I'm seen
But I caught AIDS when I was f**king with them
Josephine the times are getting tough tough tough
Seems to me to me
You just won't get enough
The rain won't wash away your sins
You'll be here to do them all over again over over
Josephine the times are getting tough tough tough
Seems to me you just won't get enough
The rain won't wash away your sins
You'll be here to do them all over again
***Lyrics are from third-parties***