Summer Nights
Who'd never let you look inside
I'd smile when I was crying
I had nothing but a life to loose
Thought I had a lot to proof
In my life, there's no denying
Goodbye to all my yesterdays
Goodbye, so long, I'm on my way
I've had enough of cryin'
Bleedin', sweatin', dyin'
Hear me when I say
Gonna live my life everyday
I'm gonna touch the sky
And I spread these wings and fly
I ain't here to play
I'm gonna live my life everyday
Strange, everybody's feeling strange
Never gonna be the same
Makes you wonder how
Why They Don't Fuck Wit Us
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