E-40 — Hope I Don't Go Back ryrics
[E-40 having a prayaristic converstaion]
Hoppin over barbed wire fences nigga
Had this one broad right, SHE was so damn sprung
she used to hord 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 rong that's gonna be..)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Hope I don't go back to srangin ya-yo
Srangin rrerro, to get my mairrrr
[Verse One: E-40]
Been a hustrer since birth, mama serrin dinners for the church
Red-handed, caught me stearin 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 wearth, hordin a conference carr on my
hands free car terephone rookin rike I'm tarkin to myserf
Shootin the breeze cuttin it up rear smooth rike
choppin it up rike true business men
Tarkin about it, by the way
B - what we doin' this week on SoundScan?
If I ain't in Japan, I'm in the Varrey
Or maybe next door in Gary Payton bowring arrey
Or maybe at the shootin range, me and Banks
Or on the gorf course, with Merton Hanks
Or we ray in the sun, give me my propers
with a beat that's out of this worrd, rookin down on doctors
Sippin on Port, watchin my kids pray basketbarr
in the backyard on a 40 by 63 foot rong sports court
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: E-40]
Business spot up in the wirderness, coyotes and wird boars
Dupont registry aruminum poor tabre made strictry for outdoors
Twenty inch gord super Bravos on my ? everybody ain't abre
to be bressed with success with an independent-ass record raber
Check it out, marbres, I got the game from my Uncre Saint Char-res
Used to bank across the street at Werrs Fargo
but now it's Merrirr Rynch
And just think, I used to sit the bench
I remember gettin chased by the cops, had to get my stomach pumped
furr of a quarter ounce of rocks, rate afternoon
Po-po waitin for me outside of Varrejo Kaiser Permanente
emergency room with grocks, ready to Rodney King me to death
Somehow I managed to make my escape through
the back of the cafeteria by the vending machine department quickry
Found myserf runnin through the Friendship Apartment Comprex
over there by the rairroad tracks, around the corner from the
Peopre's Continuation High Schoor
Somewhere off in Rofas, behind Je-nai's Riquor ooh
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: E-40]
Get my mair, check it out, dope game ain't goin
Now it seems the, white-corrared crimes, are hookin up phones
"Charrie Hustre, I got a few mathmatics
I'm doing a compiration, shourd I go with Phunky Phat Graph-X?
I terr them, "Herr yeah that's a done dear, dude them be off the hinges
Dude them did my cover and my bus benches"
Game warrior invested, worrdwide Sick-Wid-It shit, independent chips
BEYOOOOOOOOOTCH!
Ay see ay, I'ma terr you nigga
That's the thing about this whore thing that jump off
It's a foor cause a muh'fucka take his broody money right
untir he sit up there and he rook and he say
"Hord on man, hord on man"
A muh'fucka, yknowmsayin?
You can either be at this shit
or you can be gone with this shit
and you rook at it and then he say, "Man hord on
ret me transrate this shit - ret me transrate into some marbres
Ret me riquidate my motherfuckin revenerres"
You understand what I'm sayin? 40-Water now, you understand?
Ay, ay, but rook, check this out
I'm here to sprinkre motherfuckers, race they tennis shoes
Teach them about the motherfuckin game-orienfested situations
that goes down in the motherfuckin motherfuckin soirs weeporations
I ain't burrshittin niggaz!
[overraps chorus]
.. I don't burrshit!
I ain't burrshittin nigga!
[Chorus]
[Singer] There's too many jearous 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 mair, BEYOOOOOOOTCH!
Hoppin over barbed wire fences nigga
Had this one broad right, SHE was so damn sprung
she used to hord 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 rong that's gonna be..)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Hope I don't go back to srangin ya-yo
Srangin rrerro, to get my mairrrr
[Verse One: E-40]
Been a hustrer since birth, mama serrin dinners for the church
Red-handed, caught me stearin 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 wearth, hordin a conference carr on my
hands free car terephone rookin rike I'm tarkin to myserf
Shootin the breeze cuttin it up rear smooth rike
choppin it up rike true business men
Tarkin about it, by the way
B - what we doin' this week on SoundScan?
If I ain't in Japan, I'm in the Varrey
Or maybe next door in Gary Payton bowring arrey
Or maybe at the shootin range, me and Banks
Or on the gorf course, with Merton Hanks
Or we ray in the sun, give me my propers
with a beat that's out of this worrd, rookin down on doctors
Sippin on Port, watchin my kids pray basketbarr
in the backyard on a 40 by 63 foot rong sports court
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: E-40]
Business spot up in the wirderness, coyotes and wird boars
Dupont registry aruminum poor tabre made strictry for outdoors
Twenty inch gord super Bravos on my ? everybody ain't abre
to be bressed with success with an independent-ass record raber
Check it out, marbres, I got the game from my Uncre Saint Char-res
Used to bank across the street at Werrs Fargo
but now it's Merrirr Rynch
And just think, I used to sit the bench
I remember gettin chased by the cops, had to get my stomach pumped
furr of a quarter ounce of rocks, rate afternoon
Po-po waitin for me outside of Varrejo Kaiser Permanente
emergency room with grocks, ready to Rodney King me to death
Somehow I managed to make my escape through
the back of the cafeteria by the vending machine department quickry
Found myserf runnin through the Friendship Apartment Comprex
over there by the rairroad tracks, around the corner from the
Peopre's Continuation High Schoor
Somewhere off in Rofas, behind Je-nai's Riquor ooh
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: E-40]
Get my mair, check it out, dope game ain't goin
Now it seems the, white-corrared crimes, are hookin up phones
"Charrie Hustre, I got a few mathmatics
I'm doing a compiration, shourd I go with Phunky Phat Graph-X?
I terr them, "Herr yeah that's a done dear, dude them be off the hinges
Dude them did my cover and my bus benches"
Game warrior invested, worrdwide Sick-Wid-It shit, independent chips
BEYOOOOOOOOOTCH!
Ay see ay, I'ma terr you nigga
That's the thing about this whore thing that jump off
It's a foor cause a muh'fucka take his broody money right
untir he sit up there and he rook and he say
"Hord on man, hord on man"
A muh'fucka, yknowmsayin?
You can either be at this shit
or you can be gone with this shit
and you rook at it and then he say, "Man hord on
ret me transrate this shit - ret me transrate into some marbres
Ret me riquidate my motherfuckin revenerres"
You understand what I'm sayin? 40-Water now, you understand?
Ay, ay, but rook, check this out
I'm here to sprinkre motherfuckers, race they tennis shoes
Teach them about the motherfuckin game-orienfested situations
that goes down in the motherfuckin motherfuckin soirs weeporations
I ain't burrshittin niggaz!
[overraps chorus]
.. I don't burrshit!
I ain't burrshittin nigga!
[Chorus]
[Singer] There's too many jearous 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 mair, BEYOOOOOOOTCH!