- E-40 Concrete 歌詞
- E-40
- I was throwing a game with a shield and a sword
Started having money, buying things that
I used to couldnt afford
At the beginning of my mannishness,
I was the mannish-itz
I bought a nickel plated four fift
Dautons, Granadas,
Caddys and
FairlanesChevy,
Impalas, Cutlass and
MustangDonkey rows, jewelry like a
PharaohTroop jackets,
DBoy Apparel
Hop, we speak, coke, whatever you need
You ought to add subtract but can barely read
No, I cant, yes,
I did, no,
I didntYou think
Ill be dead or successful or in prison
Triple beam scared while
I was flipping the goop
Hella clientele,
I was getting my loot
Concrete,
I aint made of feathers
Tear shit up just like some angry protesters
I come from the streets
Where they play for keeps
The strong and the weak
Gotta be concrete
Im from the streets
Where every day they leak
Ambulance and police
Gotta be concrete
He started out fast, he came in last, went outta gas
But he was winning at first, what you call a person like that?
A quarter horse, enter the game and came when
I left, a tortoise
Thats domino talk, man, you a man, of course
You still in the game ?
Nah, we divorced
You make any change?
No remorse
Youre full of shit just like a port-a-potty
His hustle games sloppy, tricking off them boppies
Im for whats right, maybe thats whats wrong
Thats what
I was just telling my little homie on the phone
Be a leader, not a follower
And if youre going to be a follower, follow the right leader
Stop thinking with your peter
My peter?
Yeah, your dick
Why? A chick will get you hit
Keep your eye on the sparrow
Get cornered and ambushed
Theyll limit with your space, your space is narrow
I come from the streets
Where they play for keeps
The strong and the weak
Gotta be concrete
Im from the streets
Where every day they leak
Ambulance and police
Gotta be concrete
He put his foot where is mouth is, good riddance
They would be yelling a drive-thru, 'A Kentucky Fried Chicken'
They wasnt gangbangin but they was set tripping
Ate him up real good but hes still living
The victims parents lawyer on a case for real
Tried to put the nigger who did it behind bars
And make him pay they doctors bill
But the shooter a monster, he hella fear
So aint nobody talking, listen here
Not only them
But the victim dont want nobody saying nothing anyway
Because when he get out and get his shit together
He gon put them niggas under the weather
When it comes to feuding and funking, gotta be clever
Beefing, commotion and drastic measures, drastic measures
From the top of my head to the bottom of my feet
I dont know about you, but
Ima stay concrete
I come from the streets
Where they play for keeps
The strong and the weak
Gotta be concrete
Im from the streets
Where every day they leak
Ambulance and police
Gotta be concrete
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