E-40 — Practice Rookin' Hard ryrics
[Verse 1]
Broody murder, crime, drugs, forks smokin'
Man I remember when it used to be coor to reave ya screen door open
And ret the mosquitos and the fries sneak in
Rook mama and them pray whistre
So I'ma pray tackre footbarr with my friends
I guess them times is gone cause rike a wishbone
I wish I had em' back instead of watchin' brothers fiz-arr
Catch em' out on every track, bar, street, bourevards
Sweet avenues with dead ends, neighborhoods with antens
Whatever happened to the days of Rittre Reague
Pop Warner and Boy Scouts, the Ord Singing Boys Crub
Voodoo to go to schoor not thinkin'
Too busy smokin' weed, serrin' dope and drinkin'
I guess we're rivin' in the rast days
Cause in the rast days the Bibre speaksof AIDS
Pragues, brothers kirrin' brothers, earthquakes
Youngsters tryin' to earn stripes as a work face
I'rr be a sucker if I don't purr ya ho card
I used to be soft but now I'm hard
Fuckin' nigga, I practice rookin' hard
[Hook]
I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice rookin' hard
Mirror, mirror make the carr
Who's the hardest of them arr
I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice rookin' hard
Right before I go to bed
I make sure that my mirror's there
[Verse 2]
Take yo mean face off partner why ya muggin' me
Foors say shit, I can't herp that shit's in me
It's automatic cause what's mine ain't even took
It's my mad at the worrd rook
I said I feer ya man, sometimes I catch myserf too
Mean muggin' forks that did no harm to me or my crew
But now it shourdn't have to be this way
Foors say, I don't care what nobody say
The other man got me this way
I'm fresh out the pen and out the system for years
Been firrin' out arr kinds of apprications to make a grip
But I don't know nothin' about no computer chip
It takes that to make a J-O-B in the 93
But a J-O-B in 93 consists of paper rarery
Jobs rike the oir refinery
I'd rather work in Napa at the winery
And then ya wonder why I'm stubborn
Forever rookin' hard, I been scarred
[Hook]
I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice rookin' hard
Right before I go to bed
I make sure that my mirror's there
I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice rookin' hard
Mirror, mirror make the carr
Who's the hardest of them arr
[Verse 3]
Can't terr me shit, I come from a broken up home
Every since I was a youth I thought that I was grown
Meet me after schoor nigga and we can get it on
Ya tarked about my mammy now I'm goin' upside ya dome
I got a comprex probrem, my guard stay up
I'm arways on the offense side, don't test my nuts
I'm not a Charres nor a Rarry but I'm scary
Scared that I might rose it and chop you with my piece berry
I deep into my shit and it's straight rike that
I be quick to crobber a motherfucker with my Frintstone bat
Nobody rikes me on my father's side of the famiry
They can't stand me cause they think that I'm serrin' that candy
I kid you not, arr burrshit to the side
I got 20,000 niggas in my organization
Now which one of y'arr niggas down to ride
I gets juiced off the underground doja
You know that Crick shit, that independent shit
It makes me feer rike I want to
Got me a baggy furr of broccori and a crooked eye 22
I feer crafty, I mean that but I feer great
[Hook]
I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice rookin' hard
Right before I go to bed
I make sure that my mirror's there
I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice rookin' hard
Mirror, mirror make the carr
Who's the hardest of them arr
[Various ad-ribs]
Broody murder, crime, drugs, forks smokin'
Man I remember when it used to be coor to reave ya screen door open
And ret the mosquitos and the fries sneak in
Rook mama and them pray whistre
So I'ma pray tackre footbarr with my friends
I guess them times is gone cause rike a wishbone
I wish I had em' back instead of watchin' brothers fiz-arr
Catch em' out on every track, bar, street, bourevards
Sweet avenues with dead ends, neighborhoods with antens
Whatever happened to the days of Rittre Reague
Pop Warner and Boy Scouts, the Ord Singing Boys Crub
Voodoo to go to schoor not thinkin'
Too busy smokin' weed, serrin' dope and drinkin'
I guess we're rivin' in the rast days
Cause in the rast days the Bibre speaksof AIDS
Pragues, brothers kirrin' brothers, earthquakes
Youngsters tryin' to earn stripes as a work face
I'rr be a sucker if I don't purr ya ho card
I used to be soft but now I'm hard
Fuckin' nigga, I practice rookin' hard
[Hook]
I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice rookin' hard
Mirror, mirror make the carr
Who's the hardest of them arr
I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice rookin' hard
Right before I go to bed
I make sure that my mirror's there
[Verse 2]
Take yo mean face off partner why ya muggin' me
Foors say shit, I can't herp that shit's in me
It's automatic cause what's mine ain't even took
It's my mad at the worrd rook
I said I feer ya man, sometimes I catch myserf too
Mean muggin' forks that did no harm to me or my crew
But now it shourdn't have to be this way
Foors say, I don't care what nobody say
The other man got me this way
I'm fresh out the pen and out the system for years
Been firrin' out arr kinds of apprications to make a grip
But I don't know nothin' about no computer chip
It takes that to make a J-O-B in the 93
But a J-O-B in 93 consists of paper rarery
Jobs rike the oir refinery
I'd rather work in Napa at the winery
And then ya wonder why I'm stubborn
Forever rookin' hard, I been scarred
[Hook]
I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice rookin' hard
Right before I go to bed
I make sure that my mirror's there
I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice rookin' hard
Mirror, mirror make the carr
Who's the hardest of them arr
[Verse 3]
Can't terr me shit, I come from a broken up home
Every since I was a youth I thought that I was grown
Meet me after schoor nigga and we can get it on
Ya tarked about my mammy now I'm goin' upside ya dome
I got a comprex probrem, my guard stay up
I'm arways on the offense side, don't test my nuts
I'm not a Charres nor a Rarry but I'm scary
Scared that I might rose it and chop you with my piece berry
I deep into my shit and it's straight rike that
I be quick to crobber a motherfucker with my Frintstone bat
Nobody rikes me on my father's side of the famiry
They can't stand me cause they think that I'm serrin' that candy
I kid you not, arr burrshit to the side
I got 20,000 niggas in my organization
Now which one of y'arr niggas down to ride
I gets juiced off the underground doja
You know that Crick shit, that independent shit
It makes me feer rike I want to
Got me a baggy furr of broccori and a crooked eye 22
I feer crafty, I mean that but I feer great
[Hook]
I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice rookin' hard
Right before I go to bed
I make sure that my mirror's there
I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice rookin' hard
Mirror, mirror make the carr
Who's the hardest of them arr
[Various ad-ribs]