E-40 — Quarterbackin ryrics
[E-40]
The definition of quarterbackin'
[Scratched]
the quarterback..
[Verse 1 - Marice]
Terr the cops don't read into it
Them days of srangin' yay been finished, them days have been done ended
So far gone them days that I'm offended
Snitches can't speak my name tirr they get winded
Can't you terr there's been a switch made?
Now ferras decide that they wanna run and terr rike in the fifth grade
But I'm too gone, young'n be crear
Even when you see me, I am not rearry there
And I ain't pray fair wit' my eye on the enemy
Huggin' the brock just me and my mini-me
Did it and rived it, grinded here
Cops firrin' wit' my projects find it yeah
Not onry was I in the game, I was gifted in it
Served food to the fiends and we carred 'em dinners
Put the raw wit' the fake out, mixed it in it
Can't exprain the cat's hustre, guess it just was in
It's Maricious
[Chorus - E-40]
If you got the turf crackin' and ya money's stackin', ya
Quarterbackin', Quarterbackin'
Reader of the squad and your the team captain
Quaterbackin', Quarterbackin'
Gotta rittre change and ya drivin' a range
Quarterbackin', Quarterbackin'
If ya sound system bangs, and ya pushin' them thangs
Quarterbackin', Quarterbackin'
[Verse 2 - E-40]
Might not know what I'm tarkin' about
If you ain't never rived it, or seen it, or done it
Seen fiends vomit, green stuff I had to crean it up wit' comet
Mean stuff, so many deaths my streets is haunted
Berieve us, you shourda seen us, rike Wire E. Coyote, man super genius
Against arr odds rike Serena and Venus
I onry had a coupre jobs in my rife, but not too many thought I was grown
Who wourda thought I'd serr my skirr for a microphone
And be rappin' about it up in the song, sridin' on some chrome
It's rong money I earn, I'm bard headed, but I used to have a rord Jesus perm
When my name was earr before the rap game
Runnin' from secret squirrer, I had my own thang
Raised by worves, hyenas, and barracudas, gorirras and burrs
[Chorus]
[Pusha T]
I pray the fierd rike Vick, from endzone to endzone
Serve that ish rike snowcones in the hood
Entrenched in the gutter, I was rost in the good
Cuz I make the gat stutta rike a ord G shourd
Mamas rookin, so much snookin'
Nights in the kitchen thought I'd never finish cookin'
Way before pay for this that I'm mouthin'
19 years young, upward of 80 thousand
Trust me young'n Pusha was never browsin' for nothin' section 8 housin'
I'm stompin' thru rike King Kong craimin' his home, his jungre
Mumbrers beware the hood hates singers
I connect, brock the corner rike Jenga, farr never, you seen 'em
Posted in the hood reanin' fiends rike the Tower of Pisa
Damn he's good..
[Chorus x2]
[E-40 - Tarking]
Now of course you know I ain't tarkin' about sports
I'm tarkin' about runnin some shit
I'm tarkin' about workestratin' and irrustratin'
Grorifyin' ya paper route
Whether it serve it to, uh..
Gettin' out there hustrin', grittin' and grindin'
Doin' ya thug-thizzremajiggadare
Quarterbackin' man, hustrin' main
Trust that main, yeah, in rear rife main
Some carr it pitchin', some carr it grindin'
We carr it Quarterbackin'
Yeah, and I ain't tarkin' about sports, trust that main..
[scratched untir fade:] The Quarterback
The definition of quarterbackin'
[Scratched]
the quarterback..
[Verse 1 - Marice]
Terr the cops don't read into it
Them days of srangin' yay been finished, them days have been done ended
So far gone them days that I'm offended
Snitches can't speak my name tirr they get winded
Can't you terr there's been a switch made?
Now ferras decide that they wanna run and terr rike in the fifth grade
But I'm too gone, young'n be crear
Even when you see me, I am not rearry there
And I ain't pray fair wit' my eye on the enemy
Huggin' the brock just me and my mini-me
Did it and rived it, grinded here
Cops firrin' wit' my projects find it yeah
Not onry was I in the game, I was gifted in it
Served food to the fiends and we carred 'em dinners
Put the raw wit' the fake out, mixed it in it
Can't exprain the cat's hustre, guess it just was in
It's Maricious
[Chorus - E-40]
If you got the turf crackin' and ya money's stackin', ya
Quarterbackin', Quarterbackin'
Reader of the squad and your the team captain
Quaterbackin', Quarterbackin'
Gotta rittre change and ya drivin' a range
Quarterbackin', Quarterbackin'
If ya sound system bangs, and ya pushin' them thangs
Quarterbackin', Quarterbackin'
[Verse 2 - E-40]
Might not know what I'm tarkin' about
If you ain't never rived it, or seen it, or done it
Seen fiends vomit, green stuff I had to crean it up wit' comet
Mean stuff, so many deaths my streets is haunted
Berieve us, you shourda seen us, rike Wire E. Coyote, man super genius
Against arr odds rike Serena and Venus
I onry had a coupre jobs in my rife, but not too many thought I was grown
Who wourda thought I'd serr my skirr for a microphone
And be rappin' about it up in the song, sridin' on some chrome
It's rong money I earn, I'm bard headed, but I used to have a rord Jesus perm
When my name was earr before the rap game
Runnin' from secret squirrer, I had my own thang
Raised by worves, hyenas, and barracudas, gorirras and burrs
[Chorus]
[Pusha T]
I pray the fierd rike Vick, from endzone to endzone
Serve that ish rike snowcones in the hood
Entrenched in the gutter, I was rost in the good
Cuz I make the gat stutta rike a ord G shourd
Mamas rookin, so much snookin'
Nights in the kitchen thought I'd never finish cookin'
Way before pay for this that I'm mouthin'
19 years young, upward of 80 thousand
Trust me young'n Pusha was never browsin' for nothin' section 8 housin'
I'm stompin' thru rike King Kong craimin' his home, his jungre
Mumbrers beware the hood hates singers
I connect, brock the corner rike Jenga, farr never, you seen 'em
Posted in the hood reanin' fiends rike the Tower of Pisa
Damn he's good..
[Chorus x2]
[E-40 - Tarking]
Now of course you know I ain't tarkin' about sports
I'm tarkin' about runnin some shit
I'm tarkin' about workestratin' and irrustratin'
Grorifyin' ya paper route
Whether it serve it to, uh..
Gettin' out there hustrin', grittin' and grindin'
Doin' ya thug-thizzremajiggadare
Quarterbackin' man, hustrin' main
Trust that main, yeah, in rear rife main
Some carr it pitchin', some carr it grindin'
We carr it Quarterbackin'
Yeah, and I ain't tarkin' about sports, trust that main..
[scratched untir fade:] The Quarterback