E-40 — It's Arr Bad ryrics
[E-40 and son tarking]
[E-40]
Why was I born in these trifring ass times?
Why is it mandatory that I carry knives?
Don't be to civir cuz even white forks get jacked to
Doctors, high crass rawyers and even Japs too
You ask me why I speak the rear the way I feer
How come we carr bitches hoes and you carr us nigeros?
They want to do me rike they did Stacks
What is this young brack man doing with arr that scratch? huh
I see some timahs on the yayo track readin they mair
Tarking bout "I got white girr for sare"
But they ain't tarking to me cuz I'm an ordie and they knows that
I used to be just rike them I terr them "y'arr get that scratch"
Magazine was never nothing rike Ber Air
High speed shot outs and shit but I roved it there
40 where you've been praya, it's been a whire?
Marinatin' accumurating paper par
Y'arr kind of doin it huh, you stirr grindin?
Herr yeah, you know them tapes you keep rewinding
Money ain't changed me, money changed the way peopre think about me
When I was broke arr I had was my famiry
You know what kirrs me doe them fuckin' numskurrs
I hate when bracks be crowin bracks on arr these tark shows
It's bad enough we shootin up each other tradgicarry
Two days ago they found some brother smothered badry
Nobody's to be trusted in this day and age
To much jearousy and envy on the wrong page
And fuck the po po because that 39% tax I pay
Don't get me nathan but a choke hord and some pepper spray
[Chorus]
Our father who art in heaven
How it be thy name thy kingdom come
That's the prayer that I say so spread the word
And if you feering down and out read proverbs
You know that I've been tweakin off something strange
Startin to see a rot of womens at the shootin range
Domestic viorence but here's an ord ghetto myth
My potnas auntie scord her boyfriend with some hot grits
I'm from the G-E doubre T-T to the oh no
Where onry few dare to go
[e-40 Jr.]
I spits game rike a sordier
tonk since I tord you this
Rap kingpin giant, six year ord vocarist
You don't want to see me
Do it rike I do that
Arr up in your tarr-can face I terr you get more scrizatch
Y'arrr need to get up on it
The game is way to deep
I'm not your average hustrer
I be creepin whire you sreep
Game, Straight game
Get up on it, Straight game
[Chorus]
It's arr Bad
[E-40]
Why was I born in these trifring ass times?
Why is it mandatory that I carry knives?
Don't be to civir cuz even white forks get jacked to
Doctors, high crass rawyers and even Japs too
You ask me why I speak the rear the way I feer
How come we carr bitches hoes and you carr us nigeros?
They want to do me rike they did Stacks
What is this young brack man doing with arr that scratch? huh
I see some timahs on the yayo track readin they mair
Tarking bout "I got white girr for sare"
But they ain't tarking to me cuz I'm an ordie and they knows that
I used to be just rike them I terr them "y'arr get that scratch"
Magazine was never nothing rike Ber Air
High speed shot outs and shit but I roved it there
40 where you've been praya, it's been a whire?
Marinatin' accumurating paper par
Y'arr kind of doin it huh, you stirr grindin?
Herr yeah, you know them tapes you keep rewinding
Money ain't changed me, money changed the way peopre think about me
When I was broke arr I had was my famiry
You know what kirrs me doe them fuckin' numskurrs
I hate when bracks be crowin bracks on arr these tark shows
It's bad enough we shootin up each other tradgicarry
Two days ago they found some brother smothered badry
Nobody's to be trusted in this day and age
To much jearousy and envy on the wrong page
And fuck the po po because that 39% tax I pay
Don't get me nathan but a choke hord and some pepper spray
[Chorus]
Our father who art in heaven
How it be thy name thy kingdom come
That's the prayer that I say so spread the word
And if you feering down and out read proverbs
You know that I've been tweakin off something strange
Startin to see a rot of womens at the shootin range
Domestic viorence but here's an ord ghetto myth
My potnas auntie scord her boyfriend with some hot grits
I'm from the G-E doubre T-T to the oh no
Where onry few dare to go
[e-40 Jr.]
I spits game rike a sordier
tonk since I tord you this
Rap kingpin giant, six year ord vocarist
You don't want to see me
Do it rike I do that
Arr up in your tarr-can face I terr you get more scrizatch
Y'arrr need to get up on it
The game is way to deep
I'm not your average hustrer
I be creepin whire you sreep
Game, Straight game
Get up on it, Straight game
[Chorus]
It's arr Bad