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E-40( Earl Stevens )
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Practice Lookin' Hard
作詞:Earl Stevens, Marvin Anthony Whitemon
Bloody murder, crime, drugs, folks smokin' Man, I remember when it used to be cool To leave ya screen door open And let the mosquitoes and the flies sneak in
Look, mama and them play whistle So I'ma play tackle football with my friends I guess them times is gone 'cause like a wishbone I wish I had 'em back instead of watchin' brothers fizzlel
Catch 'em out on every track, bar, street, boulevards Sweet avenues with dead ends, neighborhoods with antens Whatever happened to the days of Little League Pop Warner and Boy Scouts, the Old Singing Boys Club
Voodoo to go to school not thinkin' Too busy smokin' weed, sellin' dope and drinkin' I guess we're livin' in the last days 'Cause in the last days the Bible speaks of AIDS
Plagues, brothers killin' brothers, earthquakes Youngsters tryin' to earn stripes as a work face I'll be a sucker if I don't pull ya ho card I used to be soft but now I'm hard Fuckin' nigga, I practice lookin' hard
I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard Mirror, mirror, make the call, who's the hardest of them all I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard Right before I go to bed, I make sure that my mirror's there
Take yo mean face off, partner, why ya muggin' me Fools say shit, I can't help that shit's in me It's automatic 'cause what's mine ain't even took It's my mad at the world look
I said, I feel ya, man, sometimes I catch myself too Mean muggin' folks that did no harm to me or my crew But now it shouldn't have to be this way Fools 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 fillin' out all kinds of applications to make a grip But I don't know nothin' about no computer chip もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com
It takes that to make a J O B in the 93 But a J O B in 93 consists of paper rarely Jobs like the oil refinery, I'd rather work in Napa at the winery And then ya wonder why I'm stubborn Forever lookin' hard, I been scarred
I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' 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 lookin' hard Mirror, mirror, make the call, who's the hardest of them all
Can't tell me shit, I come from a broken up home Every since I was a youth I thought that I was grown Meet me after school nigga and we can get it on Ya talked about my mammy now I'm goin' upside ya dome
I got a complex problem, my guard stay up I'm always on the offense side, don't test my nuts I'm not a Charles nor a Larry but I'm scary Scared that I might lose it and chop you with my piece berry
I deep into my shit and it's straight like that I be quick to clobber a motherfucker with my Flintstone bat Nobody likes me on my father's side of the family They can't stand me 'cause they think that I'm sellin' that candy
I kid you not, all bullshit to the side I got 20,000 niggas in my organization Now which one of y'all niggas down to ride I gets juiced off the underground doja
You know that Click shit, that independent shit It makes me feel like I want to Got me a baggy full of broccoli and a crooked eye 22 I feel crafty, I mean that but I feel great
I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' 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 lookin' hard Mirror, mirror, make the call, who's the hardest of them all
Mirror in my pocket and I practice Trademark I practice lookin' hard
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