hope i don't go back
Singer:e-40
hoppin over barbed wire fences nigga
she used to hold my motherfuckin. motherfuckin sac nigga!
and a motherfuckin. v.h.s. uhh motherfuckin cannister
i promise you nigga this game been so damn good
hope i don't go back to slangin ya-yo
been a hustler since birth
mama sellin dinners for the church
caught me stealin money out her purse
permanent whip scars on my back
holdin a conference call on my
hands free car telephone lookin like i'm talkin to myself
shootin the breeze cuttin it up real smooth like
choppin it up like true business men
b - what we doin' this week on soundscan?
or maybe next door in gary payton bowling alley
or maybe at the shootin range
with a beat that's out of this world
watchin my kids play basketball
in the backyard on a 40 by 63 foot long sports court
business spot up in the wilderness
dupont registry aluminum pool table made strictly for outdoors
twenty inch gold super bravos on my? everybody ain't able
to be blessed with success with an independent-ass record label
i got the game from my uncle saint char-les
used to bank across the street at wells fargo
but now it's merrill lynch
i remember gettin chased by the cops
had to get my stomach pumped
full of a quarter ounce of rocks
po-po waitin for me outside of vallejo kaiser permanente
emergency room with glocks
ready to rodney king me to death
somehow i managed to make my escape through
the back of the cafeteria by the vending machine department quickly
found myself runnin through the friendship apartment complex
over there by the railroad tracks
around the corner from the
people's continuation high school
behind je-nai's liquor ooh