Hi-Tek - Josephine lyrics

(feat. Ghostface Killah,Pretty Ugly,Willie Cottrell Band)

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]

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... that's right sugar love

Come on...

[Chorus: Willie Cottrell]

Josephine, the times are getting tough

Seems to me... you just wont get enough

The rain, wont wash away, your sins...

You'll be here, to do them all over again...

[Ghostface Killah:]

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 ass go

Started smoking weed and graduated to the pipe

Thought that she could quit but her calculations wasn't right

Infactuated with the life of dope fiends and crack pushers

Prostituting for old pimps who mack hookers

Putting dope 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

[Chorus]

[Willie Cottrell:]

Up all night, under the party lights

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, I'll be there, to help ya

I'll be your leaning pole when you're falling down

I'll be there, when you falling down (sooner or later)

[Pretty Ugly:]

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

She was a different breed, she smoked different weed

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 shit, 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 ass

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 fucking with them

[Chorus x2]