"Can It Be All So Simple" as written by Robert F. Diggs, Russell T. Jones, Dennis David Coles, Gary E. Grice, Lamont Hawkins, Jason Hunter, Clifford Smith, Corey Woods, Marilyn Bergman, Alan Bergman and...
Started off on the island, AKA Shaolin
Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone dialin'
Back in the days of 8 now, making a tape now
Rae gotta get a plate now
Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one
Till I got (Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!) felt one
Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16
Shooting that "that's that shit!" in his blood stream
That's the life of a grimey, real-life crimey
And niggas know that habit's behind me
Day one, yo, growing all up in the ghetto
Now I'm a weed fiend, jetting the Palmetto
In Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout
Pushing the big joint from down South
So if you're filthy stacked up
Better watch your back and duck
Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up
Now my man from up north, now he got the law
It's solid as a rock and crazy salt
No jokes, I'm not playing, get his folks
Desert Eagle his dick and put em in a yoke
And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop
I pointed a gat at his mother's knot
Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!
Fuck that!

Dedicated to the winners and the losers
Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's
Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's
Dedicated to MPV's: phat!

Kicking the fly cliches
Doing duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day
Though I'm tired of busting off shots, having to rock knots
Running up in spots and making shit hot
I'd rather flip shows instead of those
Hanging on my living room wall
My first joint, and it went gold!
I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade
Plus the spotlight, getting my dick rode all night
I want to have me a phat yacht
And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops
But for now it's just a big dream
Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen
My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain
Cause times is changed and life is strange
The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doing bad
Yo, mad lives is up for grabs
Brothers passing away, I gotta make wakes
Receiving all types of calls from upstate
Yo, I can't cope with the pressure
Settling for lesser
The God left lessons on my dresser
So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way to
Continue to make more hits with Rae and A
Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime
Peace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9


Lyrics submitted by spliphstar

"Can It Be All So Simple" as written by Russell T. Jones Robert F. Diggs

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, MEMORY LANE MUSIC GROUP

Lyrics powered by LyricFind

Can It Be All So Simple song meanings
Add your thoughts

4 Comments

sort form View by:
  • 0
    General Commentyeh , i remember this song . used to be in constant loop on my cd player.
    NIKKIEon April 23, 2004   Link
  • 0
    General CommentIt was always more simple "back then". Years from now you'll look back at this as the glory days.
    plosionon February 16, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General Comment"So if you're filthy stacked up
    Betta watch ya back and duck
    Cause these fiends they got it cracked up"

    To me, this means that notably wealthy people are subject to violence in the company of fiends. It works very well in the three-level rhyme scheme.
    Cklamingolon September 30, 2008   Link
  • 0
    General CommentIt's called Can It Be All So Simple.
    Street Spiriton November 15, 2008   Link

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top
explain