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E-40 - It's All Bad lyrics
(e-40 and son talking) (e-40) Why was i born in these trifling ass times? Why is it mandatory that i carry knives? Don't be to civil cuz even white folks get jacked to Doctors, high class lawyers and even japs too You ask me why i speak the real the way i feel How come we call bitches hoes and you call us nigeros? They want to do me like they did stacks What is this young black man doing with all that scratch? huh I see some timahs on the yayo track readin they mail Talking bout "i got white girl for sale" But they ain't talking to me cuz i'm an oldie and they knows that I used to be just like them i tell them "y'all get that scratch" Magazine was never nothing like bel air High speed shot outs and shit but i loved it there 40 where you've been playa, it's been a while? Marinatin' accumulating paper pal Y'all kind of doin it huh, you still grindin? Hell yeah, you know them tapes you keep rewinding Money ain't changed me, money changed the way people think about me When i was broke all i had was my family You know what kills me doe them fuckin' numskulls I hate when blacks be clowin blacks on all these talk shows It's bad enough we shootin up each other tradgically Two days ago they found some brother smothered badly Nobody's to be trusted in this day and age To much jealousy and envy on the wrong page And fuck the po po because that 39% tax i pay Don't get me nathan but a choke hold and some pepper spray Chorus Our father who art in heaven How it be thy name thy kingdom come That's the prayer that i say so spread the word And if you feeling down and out read proverbs You know that i've been tweakin off something strange Startin to see a lot of womens at the shootin range Domestic violence but here's an old ghetto myth My potnas auntie scold her boyfriend with some hot grits I'm from the g-e double t-t to the oh no Where only few dare to go (e-40 jr.) I spits game like a soldier Tonk since i told you this Rap kingpin giant, six year old vocalist You don't want to see me Do it like i do that All up in your tall-can face i tell you get more scrizatch Y'alll need to get up on it The game is way to deep I'm not your average hustler I be creepin while you sleep Game, straight game Get up on it , straight game Chorus- It's all bad |
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