E-40 Why They Don`t Fuck With Us Lyrics

Why They Don`t Fuck With Us Lyrics

(Intro)  

Y'all ready for this

ARE YOU READY!!!!!!

Ho, uh, uh



(Chorus - 2x)

Why they don't fuck with us

Don't fuck with us, don't fuck with us

Don't fuck with us



[E-40]

I use colorful rhymes, you probably heard

From somebody else's lit, but really it's my spit

I came from the streets, I'm not from the 'burbs

Although I stay in the burbs, I come from the streets

Money hungry hustlers trying to make ends meet

Stingy young brothers when we walk we squeak

Have street, have money, have heart

I ain't trying to but I'm trying to go off the park

I'm on deck, Sick Wid It Records I rep

I'm a vet, but I spit  like a youngster from the set

I ain't tripping, I knew it was political

They left us out the top for us, me and Mystikal

I rap fast but you could quote my rhymes

The greatest game spitter of all times

The most underrated rapper in the game

But everybody wanna use my slang



(Chorus - 4x)



[E-40]

I don't know what they was thinking

When they thought what they was thinking

But they shit enough to fuck it

I've been a hustler since birth

So when they haul me off and 

Put me up in that hearse remember this verse

I did a song with Fred Durst, as far as the independent

Underground rap scene, I was the first

To get a big deal, couple mill, and some mo'

See times have changed ever since then back in '94

Playa been eating off that bill, for a while

I always did me I never changed my style

I gave it to you raw and uncut

75 percent of the words, I made it up

You ask me why I speak the real the way I feel

How come E-40 so groupie and y'all so game goofy

Started to the back that I'm a force

They never put me on the cover of The Source



(Chorus - 4x)



[E-40]

Next tape, they can't trace the calls

I change numbers, like a playa changes draws

I'm having money, money long stretch like a ?burshie?

When he use to come around ask the easter bunny

(Tell me do you know E-40)

Bet you the players say that's the homie

You liable to find me on the AVE. on the main drag

Or on the corner sipping yac up out a brown paper bag

I don't need no iron on my ready crease

Enough game to sell sand to a beach

Enough game to sell a hooker to a priest

Enough game to sell rookie rocket Scottie to a street

I rap fast but you could quote my rhymes

The greatest game spitter of all times

The most underrated rapper in the game

But everybody wanna use my slang



(Chorus - 4x)



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