lirik lagu e-40 – hope i don’t go back
[intro: e-40 & otis & shug]
hoppin’ over barbed wire fences, n-gga
i had this one broad, right?
she was so d-mn sprung, she used to hold my motherf-ckin’
motherf-ckin’ sack, n-gga
thought you thought, n-gga
ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
in a motherf-ckin’, vhs, uh, motherf-ckin’, canister (in a what?)
n-gga
yeah, ay
yeah
i promise you, n-gga, this game been so d-mn good
said this rap game’s been good to me
hard times
but i dunno how long that’s gonna be, yeah
[chorus: e-40 & otis & shug]
i hope i don’t go back to slangin’ yayo (don’t wanna go)
slangin’ yayo (slangin’ what?) to get my mail (oh no)
i hope i don’t go back to slangin’ yayo (don’t wanna go back)
slangin’ yayo (slangin’ what?) to get my mail (to get it) (oh no)
[verse 1]
been a hustler since birth, mama sellin’ dinners for the church (church)
red-handed, caught me stealin’ money out her purse
got branded (branded), permanent whip scars on my back (ooh)
’cause i used to get beat with racing car tracks (tracks, ooh)
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 tough-like
choppin’ it up like true businessmen (man)
talkin’ about, “by the way
b, what we do this week on soundscan?”
if i ain’t in j-pan, i’m in the valley (valley, ooh)
or maybe next door in gary payton bowling alley (ooh)
or maybe at the shootin’ range, me and banks (banks)
or on the golf course (ooh), with merton hanks (merton hanks, ooh)
or we lay in the sun, give me my propers (propers)
with a beat that’s out of this world, lookin’ down on doctors (ahh)
sippin’ on port, watchin my kids play basketball
in the backyard on a 40 by 63 foot long sports court (what?)
biatch!
[chorus: e-40 & otis & shug]
i hope i don’t go back to slangin’ yayo (huh?)
slangin’ yayo (slangin’ what?) to get my mail (ooh)
i hope i don’t go back to slangin’ yayo (slangin’ what?)
slangin’ yayo (what else?) to get my mail (biatch!)
[verse 2]
built a spot up in the wilderness, coyotes and wild boars
dupont registry, aluminum pool table made strictly for outdoors
twenty inch chrome slippers, bravas on my ‘ville, feelin’ that everybody ain’t able
to be blessed with a successful–ss independent record label (record label)
check it out, marbles (marbles), i got the game from my uncle saint charles (uh, saint charles)
used to bank across the street at wells fargos (wells fargo’s)
but now it’s merrill lynch (merrill lynch)
and just think, i used to sit the bench (bi-bi-atch!)
i remember gettin’ chased by the cops, had to get my stomach pumped
swallowed a quarter ounce of rocks (rocks), late afternoon (uh)
po-po waitin’ for me outside of vallejo kaiser permanente
emergency room with glocks, ready to rodney king me to death (uh)
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 (bi-atch!)
[chorus: e-40 & otis & shug]
i hope i don’t go back to slangin’ yayo (check it out, check it out, check it out, ooh)
slangin’ yayo (check it out, check it) to get my mail (check it out)
i hope i don’t go back to slangin’ yayo (i don’t want to)
slangin’ yayo (slang yayo) to get my mail (to get my mail)
[verse 3]
check it out, dope game been gone
now it’s either white-collared crimes or hookin’ up phones
“charlie hustle, i got a few mathematics (charlie hustle)
i’m doing a compilation, should i go with phunky phat graph-x?” (phat graph-x?)
i tell them, “h-ll yeah, that’s a done deal, dude an’ ’em be off the hinges
dude an’ ’em did my cover and my bus benches (bus benches)
game orien-fested, worldwide (ooh-ooh) sick-wid-it sh-t, independent chips
bi-atch!
[interlude]
ay, see, ay
i’ma tell you, n-gga
that’s the thing about this whole thing that jump off
it’s a fool, ’cause a motherf-cker take his bl–dy money, right?
and then he sit up there and he look— and he say
“hold on mayne, hold on mayne”
a motherf-cker— you know what i’m sayin’?
you can either be at this sh-t, or you can be gone with this sh-t
and you look at it then you say, “man hold on
let me translate this sh-t, let me translate into some marbles
let me liquidate my motherf-ckin’ reven-elles”
you understand what i say? 40 water an’ ’em, you understand?
ay, ay, but look, check this out
i’m here to sprinkle motherf-ckers, lace they tennis shoes
teach them about the motherf-ckin’ game orien-fested situations
that goes down in the motherf-ckin’-motherf-ckin’ soil’s weople-ations
i ain’t bullsh-ttin’, n-ggas
[chorus: e-40 & otis & shug]
i hope i don’t go back to slangin’ yayo (i ain’t bullsh-ttin’)
slangin’ yayo to get my mail (i ain’t bullsh-ttin’, n-gga)
[outro: e-40 & otis & shug]
it’s too many jealous brothas in this game
i can’t stand to see it, yeah
i gotta get mine, yeah
i hope i don’t go back to slangin’ yayo
get my money on
slangin’ yayo, to get my mail (ohh-ohh)
oh, get my money on
hey, yeah
don’t wanna go
don’t wanna go (don’t wanna go)
don’t wanna go back, back to the game, hey, yeah
to get your mail
biatch!
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