it's a man's game
Singer:e-40
it's fonzarelli the ballatician in yo' face again
with my folks and next of kin
asians blacks and mexicans
caucausian folks and all my friends
california fools'll do ya
like this song? sing along
40 water man you know he wrong
in the traffic mayn on the phone
bright candy on all that chrome
cd changer with the knock
cock glock back stack leave yo' head off in yo' lap
you ain't gotta like the way
if you can't hang with the gangbang
players pimps and hustlers from the sewer pipes and gutter drains
gorillas in the mix of thangs
boss unleashin off the chain
i was in my chevy blunted doin about a hundred
dippin through my hood but the hood lookin haunted
task musta raided i hope my homies made it
i hope they got some yo-yo left
i hope they didn't confiscated it
i hope nobody got shot to death
i hope they didn't come through dumpin with they street-sweepers sweepin
layin in the mortuary in there sleepin
formaldehyde to stop the place from stinkin
drinkin vodka {?} coppin mo' than
from yakama all the way to canada
man of the hour devour i'm mo' ready with some sour
smokin turtle with my partners chillin
cause he got five different drugs up inside of he
some of my dudes be smokin cloves
some of my dudes be powderin they nose
some of my dudes be off that kangaroo
some of my dudes be drunk like me and you
some of my dudes be off that nave
that's that shit them city boys done fucked around and made
some of my dudes be off that lean