E-40 Lyrics
E-40 Lyrics
"Hope I Don't Go Back Lyrics"
A Scenery of Loss Lyrics
The winds of a dying dream, a tempest unveiled Once again arcane rain fell - cold, sorrowful and so frail O, those weeping times, all of my life's a lie An endless torrent of anguished tears' o behold my cry The affliction of a stained creation becometh my tragedy Lachrymose is the light - touching the buried again O, this scenery of loss always present within me Afar into the obscure I wish I now could soar Even though he stole my pride - I stand above his lies Even though I oceans cried - and sailed
The winds of a dying dream, a tempest unveiled Once again arcane rain fell - cold, sorrowful and so frail O, those weeping times, all of my life's a lie An endless torrent of anguished tears' o behold my cry The affliction of a stained creation becometh my tragedy Lachrymose is the light - touching the buried again O, this scenery of loss always present within me Afar into the obscure I wish I now could soar Even though he stole my pride - I stand above his lies Even though I oceans cried - and sailed
[E-40 having a playalistic converstaion]
Hoppin over barbed wire fences nigga
Had this one broad right, SHE was so damn sprung
she used to hold my motherfuckin.. motherfuckin SAC nigga!
Thought you though, nigga
And a motherfuckin.. V.H.S., uhh motherfuckin cannister
Nigga, yeah ay, I promise you nigga this game been so damn good
(Said this rap game's been good to me)
Hard times
(But I don't know how long that's gonna be..)
*Chorus: repeat 2X*
Hope I don't go back to slangin ya-yo
Slangin llello, to get my maillll
Verse One: E-40
Been a hustler since birth, mama sellin dinners for the church
Red-handed, caught me stealin money out her purse
Got branded, permanent whip scars on my back
Cause I used to get beat, with racing car tracks
But now me got wealth, 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
Talkin about it, by the way
B - what we doin' this week
Present arms in dub Lyrics
instrumental
on SoundScan?instrumental
If I ain't in Japan, I'm in the Valley
Or maybe next door in Gary Payton bowling alley
Or maybe at the shootin range, me and Banks
Or on the golf course, with Merton Hanks
Or we lay in the sun, give me my propers
with a beat that's out of this world, lookin down on doctors
Sippin on Port, watchin my kids play basketball
in the backyard on a 40 by 63 foot long sports court
*Chorus*
Verse Two: E-40
Business spot up in the wilderness, coyotes and wild boars
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
Check it out, marbles, 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
And just think, I used to sit the bench
I remember gettin chased by the cops, had to get my stomach pumped
full of a quarter ounce of rocks, late afternoon
Po-po waitin for me outside of Vallejo Kaiser Permanente
(Daryl Hall/Sandy Allen) All the things that used to mean a lot to me Don't matter anymore Ain't no surprises, and we're too young To come to that Oh time has a way of lessening love You know that's true... Nothing at all We spent last night like every night Sitting and staring I wish we could fight at least That would be something Time has a way of lessening love You know that's true So don't bother listening anymore darling 'Cause I'm writing my last song about you N
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
Somewhere off in Lofas, behind Je-nai's Liquor ooh
*Chorus*
Verse Three: E-40
Get my mail, check it out, dope game ain't goin
Now it seems the, white-collared crimes, are hookin up phones
"Charlie Hustle, I got a few mathmatics
I'm doing a compilation, should I go with Phunky Phat Graph-X?
I tell them, "Hell yeah that's a done deal, dude them be off the hinges
Dude them did my cover and my bus benches"
Game warrior invested, worldwide Sick-Wid-It shit, independent chips
BEYOOOOOOOOOTCH!
Ay see ay, I'ma tell you nigga
That's the thing about this whole thing that jump off
It's a fool cause a muh'fucka take his bloody money right
until he sit up there and he loo
Different Strings Lyrics
Who's come to slay the dragon? Come to watch him fall? Making arrows out of pointed words, Giant killers at the call? Too much fuss and bother, Too much contradiction and confusion. Peel away the mystery, Here's a clue to some real motivation. Chorus All there really is, The two of us And we both know why we've come along. Nothing to explain, It's a part of us To be found within a song. What happened to our innocence, Did it go out of style? Along with our naivete N
k and he sayWho's come to slay the dragon? Come to watch him fall? Making arrows out of pointed words, Giant killers at the call? Too much fuss and bother, Too much contradiction and confusion. Peel away the mystery, Here's a clue to some real motivation. Chorus All there really is, The two of us And we both know why we've come along. Nothing to explain, It's a part of us To be found within a song. What happened to our innocence, Did it go out of style? Along with our naivete N
"Hold on man, hold on man"
A muh'fucka, yknowmsayin?
You can either be at this shit
or you can be gone with this shit
and you look at it and then he say, "Man hold on
let me translate this shit - let me translate into some marbles
Let me liquidate my motherfuckin revenelles"
You understand what I'm sayin? 40-Water now, you understand?
Ay, ay, but look, check this out
I'm here to sprinkle motherfuckers, lace they tennis shoes
Teach them about the motherfuckin game-orienfested situations
that goes down in the motherfuckin motherfuckin soils weepolations
I ain't bullshittin niggaz!
[overlaps chorus]
.. I don't bullshit!
I ain't bullshittin nigga!
*Chorus*
[Singer] There's too many jealous brothers in this game
I can't stany the same... I gotta get mine
*Chorus*
[Singer] Get my money on..
Don't wanna go, don't wanna go, don't wanna go
Don't wanna go back - back to the game, heyyyy
[E-40] To get your mail, BEYOOOOOOOTCH!