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[E-40 having a playalistic converstaion]<br />Hoppin over barbed wire fences nigga<br />Had this one broad right, SHE was so damn sprung <br />she used to hold my motherfuckin.. motherfuckin SAC nigga!<br />Thought you though, nigga<br />And a motherfuckin.. V.H.S., uhh motherfuckin cannister<br />Nigga, yeah ay, I promise you nigga this game been so damn good<br />(Said this rap game's been good to me)<br />Hard times<br />(But I don't know how long that's gonna be..)<br /><br />*Chorus: repeat 2X*<br />Hope I don't go back to slangin ya-yo<br />Slangin llello, to get my maillll<br /><br />Verse One: E-40<br /><br />Been a hustler since birth, mama sellin dinners for the church<br />Red-handed, caught me stealin money out her purse<br />Got branded, permanent whip scars on my back<br />Cause I used to get beat, with racing car tracks<br />But now me got wealth, holdin a conference call on my<br />hands free car telephone lookin like I'm talkin to myself<br />Shootin the breeze cuttin it up real smooth like<br />choppin it up like true business men<br />Talkin about it, by the way<br />B - what we doin' this week on SoundScan?<br />If I ain't in Japan, I'm in the Valley<br />Or maybe next door in Gary Payton bowling alley<br />Or maybe at the shootin range, me and Banks<br />Or on the golf course, with Merton Hanks<br />Or we lay in the sun, give me my propers<br />with a beat that's out of this world, lookin down on doctors<br />Sippin on Port, watchin my kids play basketball<br />in the backyard on a 40 by 63 foot long sports court<br /><br />*Chorus*<br /><br />Verse Two: E-40<br /><br />Business spot up in the wilderness, coyotes and wild boars<br />Dupont registry aluminum pool table made strictly for outdoors<br />Twenty inch gold super Bravos on my ? everybody ain't able<br />to be blessed with success with an independent-ass record label<br />Check it out, marbles, I got the game from my Uncle Saint Char-les<br />Used to bank across the street at Wells Fargo<br />but now it's Merrill Lynch<br />And just think, I used to sit the bench<br />I remember gettin chased by the cops, had to get my stomach pumped<br />full of a quarter ounce of rocks, late afternoon <br />Po-po waitin for me outside of Vallejo Kaiser Permanente<br />emergency room with glocks, ready to Rodney King me to death<br />Somehow I managed to make my escape through<br />the back of the cafeteria by the vending machine department quickly<br />Found myself runnin through the Friendship Apartment Complex<br />over there by the railroad tracks, around the corner from the<br />People's Continuation High School<br />Somewhere off in Lofas, behind Je-nai's Liquor ooh<br /><br />*Chorus*<br /><br />Verse Three: E-40<br /><br />Get my mail, check it out, dope game ain't goin<br />Now it seems the, white-collared crimes, are hookin up phones<br />"Charlie Hustle, I got a few mathmatics<br />I'm doing a compilation, should I go with Phunky Phat Graph-X?<br />I tell them, "Hell yeah that's a done deal, dude them be off the hinges<br />Dude them did my cover and my bus benches"<br />Game warrior invested, worldwide Sick-Wid-It shit, independent chips<br />BEYOOOOOOOOOTCH!<br /><br />Ay see ay, I'ma tell you nigga<br />That's the thing about this whole thing that jump off<br />It's a fool cause a muh'fucka take his bloody money right<br />until he sit up there and he look and he say<br />"Hold on man, hold on man"<br />A muh'fucka, yknowmsayin?<br />You can either be at this shit<br />or you can be gone with this shit<br />and you look at it and then he say, "Man hold on<br />let me translate this shit - let me translate into some marbles<br />Let me liquidate my motherfuckin revenelles"<br />You understand what I'm sayin? 40-Water now, you understand?<br />Ay, ay, but look, check this out<br />I'm here to sprinkle motherfuckers, lace they tennis shoes<br />Teach them about the motherfuckin game-orienfested situations<br />that goes down in the motherfuckin motherfuckin soils weepolations<br />I ain't bullshittin niggaz!<br /><br />[overlaps chorus]<br />.. I don't bullshit!<br />I ain't bullshittin nigga!<br /><br />*Chorus*<br /><br />[Singer] There's too many jealous brothers in this game<br />I can't stany the same... I gotta get mine<br /><br />*Chorus*<br /><br />[Singer] Get my money on..<br />Don't wanna go, don't wanna go, don't wanna go<br />Don't wanna go back - back to the game, heyyyy<br /><br />[E-40] To get your mail, BEYOOOOOOOTCH!
New song lyrics
[E-40 having a playalistic converstaion]<br />Hoppin over barbed wire fences nigga<br />Had this one broad right, SHE was so damn sprung <br />she used to hold my motherfuckin.. motherfuckin SAC nigga!<br />Thought you though, nigga<br />And a motherfuckin.. V.H.S., uhh motherfuckin cannister<br />Nigga, yeah ay, I promise you nigga this game been so damn good<br />(Said this rap game's been good to me)<br />Hard times<br />(But I don't know how long that's gonna be..)<br /><br />*Chorus: repeat 2X*<br />Hope I don't go back to slangin ya-yo<br />Slangin llello, to get my maillll<br /><br />Verse One: E-40<br /><br />Been a hustler since birth, mama sellin dinners for the church<br />Red-handed, caught me stealin money out her purse<br />Got branded, permanent whip scars on my back<br />Cause I used to get beat, with racing car tracks<br />But now me got wealth, holdin a conference call on my<br />hands free car telephone lookin like I'm talkin to myself<br />Shootin the breeze cuttin it up real smooth like<br />choppin it up like true business men<br />Talkin about it, by the way<br />B - what we doin' this week on SoundScan?<br />If I ain't in Japan, I'm in the Valley<br />Or maybe next door in Gary Payton bowling alley<br />Or maybe at the shootin range, me and Banks<br />Or on the golf course, with Merton Hanks<br />Or we lay in the sun, give me my propers<br />with a beat that's out of this world, lookin down on doctors<br />Sippin on Port, watchin my kids play basketball<br />in the backyard on a 40 by 63 foot long sports court<br /><br />*Chorus*<br /><br />Verse Two: E-40<br /><br />Business spot up in the wilderness, coyotes and wild boars<br />Dupont registry aluminum pool table made strictly for outdoors<br />Twenty inch gold super Bravos on my ? everybody ain't able<br />to be blessed with success with an independent-ass record label<br />Check it out, marbles, I got the game from my Uncle Saint Char-les<br />Used to bank across the street at Wells Fargo<br />but now it's Merrill Lynch<br />And just think, I used to sit the bench<br />I remember gettin chased by the cops, had to get my stomach pumped<br />full of a quarter ounce of rocks, late afternoon <br />Po-po waitin for me outside of Vallejo Kaiser Permanente<br />emergency room with glocks, ready to Rodney King me to death<br />Somehow I managed to make my escape through<br />the back of the cafeteria by the vending machine department quickly<br />Found myself runnin through the Friendship Apartment Complex<br />over there by the railroad tracks, around the corner from the<br />People's Continuation High School<br />Somewhere off in Lofas, behind Je-nai's Liquor ooh<br /><br />*Chorus*<br /><br />Verse Three: E-40<br /><br />Get my mail, check it out, dope game ain't goin<br />Now it seems the, white-collared crimes, are hookin up phones<br />"Charlie Hustle, I got a few mathmatics<br />I'm doing a compilation, should I go with Phunky Phat Graph-X?<br />I tell them, "Hell yeah that's a done deal, dude them be off the hinges<br />Dude them did my cover and my bus benches"<br />Game warrior invested, worldwide Sick-Wid-It shit, independent chips<br />BEYOOOOOOOOOTCH!<br /><br />Ay see ay, I'ma tell you nigga<br />That's the thing about this whole thing that jump off<br />It's a fool cause a muh'fucka take his bloody money right<br />until he sit up there and he look and he say<br />"Hold on man, hold on man"<br />A muh'fucka, yknowmsayin?<br />You can either be at this shit<br />or you can be gone with this shit<br />and you look at it and then he say, "Man hold on<br />let me translate this shit - let me translate into some marbles<br />Let me liquidate my motherfuckin revenelles"<br />You understand what I'm sayin? 40-Water now, you understand?<br />Ay, ay, but look, check this out<br />I'm here to sprinkle motherfuckers, lace they tennis shoes<br />Teach them about the motherfuckin game-orienfested situations<br />that goes down in the motherfuckin motherfuckin soils weepolations<br />I ain't bullshittin niggaz!<br /><br />[overlaps chorus]<br />.. I don't bullshit!<br />I ain't bullshittin nigga!<br /><br />*Chorus*<br /><br />[Singer] There's too many jealous brothers in this game<br />I can't stany the same... I gotta get mine<br /><br />*Chorus*<br /><br />[Singer] Get my money on..<br />Don't wanna go, don't wanna go, don't wanna go<br />Don't wanna go back - back to the game, heyyyy<br /><br />[E-40] To get your mail, BEYOOOOOOOTCH!
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