E-40

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  • E-40 Why They Don't Fuck Wit Us Lyrics

           

    Verse 1



    I use colorful words, you've probably heard

    From somebody else's lyrics, but really it's my spit

    I come from the streets, I'm not from the burbs

    Although I stay in the burbs, I come from the streets

    Money hungry hustlers tryin to make ends meet

    Stingy young brothas when we walk we sqeak

    Have money, have street, have heart

    I ain't tryin to bunt, I'm trying to go out the park

    I'm on deck, Sick Wid It Records I rep

    I'm a vet but I spit like a youngster from the set

    I ain't trippin, I knew it was political

    They left us out 'tha Top 50, me and Mystikal

    I rap fast but you can quote my rhymes

    The greatest game spitter of all time

    The most underrated rapper in the game

    But everybody wanna use my slang



    Verse 2

    I don't know what they was thinkin

    When they thought what they was thinkin

    But they shouldn't have thought that

    I've been a hustla since birth

    So when the haul me off and put me up in that hearse

    remember this here verse, I did a song with Fred Durst

    As far as the independent underground scene I was the first

    To get a big deal, couple a mil and some mo

    See that was some change, that was some scrilla back in '94

    Playa been eatin off that bill for a while

    Always dig me I never change my style

    I gave it to ya raw and uncut, 75% of the words I made it up

    You ask me why I speak the real way I feel

    How come E-40 so groovy, and y'all so game goofy

    Partly from the fact that I'm a force

    They never put me on the cover of The Source



    Verse 3



    Next day, they can't trace the calls

    I change numbers like a playa changes draw's

    I'm havin' money, money long stretch like a bungee

    when Easter comes around ask the Easter Bunny

    (Easter Bunny do know E-40?)

    Bet you that playa says "That's the homie"

    Ya likely to find me on the Ave, or on the main drag

    Or on the corner sippin 'gnac out of a brown paper bag

    I don't need no iron, I'm already creased

    Enough game to sell sand to a beach

    Enough game to sell a hooker to a priest

    Enough game to sell Rickey Rock in Scotty's (??????)

    I rap fast but you can quote my rhymes

    The greates game spitter of all time

    The most underrated rapper in the game

    But everybody wanna use my slang

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