E-40, Brotha Lynch Hung, First Degree, Twamp Dog - Situation lyrics

[E-40, Brotha Lynch Hung, First Degree, Twamp Dog - Situation lyrics]

The only one who ever saw my face
I must erase, had to get filthy dirty
Left him in his driveway soaking wet
Hope nobody heard me
I'm out that muthafucka with about
4 pounds of that Shamrock
Zip lock
Body bag, toe tag, wet T-shirt, black mask
In and out fast, murderous, vast vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a
Zig zag rolled cigarette
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten
I was a 12 year old gettin'
Raped by my momma's partner
So I've been in pussy since
I could start nuttin'
I'm off that Cloraseptic and that Robatussin
Had a appetite for the wrong nigga
Said he was real meat but I knew he wasn't
Had me dumpin' out the back
Of Cadillac's on Walter
Got a stinky smell to him
Can't even hug my momma
I'm so sick I can't sleep at night
Might swallow my tongue
Get all the gas deposits out the closet
Let the water run
Get the flame thrower
Lighter fluid
Paper plates, cuz we barbacuin'
In a funky situation that's how we do it

Situation, baby it seems I'm
In a situation again
I fuckin' realize it's a situation of sin
Sometimes I just wanna stop tryin'
Why must this shit always involve dying?

Runnin' shit like Sosza, Big Bank Hank
Smebbin' in a high performance
Zooped up Nova
Pushin' crank
Callin' shots on my gossipper, faulty chip
1-800 locker number
On the left side of my hip
Neighborhood watch better watch that ass
I'm a paperboy and I collects that cash
One more muthafuckin' complaint and your
Ass ain't gon' last
On a block where I clock cash so fast
This is a stick up, nigga, don't even try it
If you go as far as to blink an eye
Muthafucka you gon' die
Pressure I apply
No lie, I got just finished doin' 10
For what? For killin' my best friend
And I'll murder again if I'm forced
Then I must
After the first time the second
Time was a rush
What about the third time? The
Third time felt like sex
What kind of guns did you use? Choppers
Uzis, Teks
Whatever one works best
I'll make a mess upon shooting flesh
'bout 15 holes in his chest
Vandalism, taggin' all muthafuckas names
On the wall
Scandalism, dyin' over all kinds of
Senseless shit that's small
Auto theft, stealin' cars for fun
Snatchin' purses cuz I'm young and dumb
If you a tourist check yo' map
Don't make the wrong turn
Might end up in the hood
Where you gon' be learnin'

Situation, baby it seems I'm
In a situation again
I fuckin' realize it's a situation of sin
Sometimes I just wanna stop tryin'
Why must this shit always involve dying?

Rock it, don't stop it, rock it, don't stop
I got this dirty yemp distributin' my womp
But if it was up to her
Fool we'd be fuckin' like beavers
But I'm an over achiever
Around these heaters
I don't need a bitch
Society done fucked up and cheated that bitch
Now she lookin' for a nigga like
Me to feed her and shit
Dumb bitch better quit
That muthafucka First Degree keep a
Leash on his dick
Take notes
Sit by the poor folks
I tell you 'bout my strokes
But I done been gave that up
Ain't healthy no more
Cuz a this yappin' and feelin'
She strapped with the homies
And her weak mind got all
Of Sacramento in a bind
Lizzy Ann must die
The situation just ain't right
Cuz she got to bumpin' her
Gums like her momma
So I called her
I said I got mines
Get off your ass and raise your daughter

Peniles at my door
Three in the front
Nigga, four through the back
Talkin' bout takin' me down to
The Sac town county jail
Strapped up cuz I did a jack
Armed and dangerous
Waited 6 months to come and get me
Knowin' I'm into straps
Cuz every time I get caught
One was sittin' with me
2 time before this
Now add one more to the program quick
Shackled down
Now I'm on a mission to a
One man cell with the quickness
Think about the work that I did
That night and what went wrong
To get a rider caught
30G bail cost to get me off
Fightin' on the street, fuckin' watched
Every 2 weeks another court date
Thinkin' I can win, that's no lie
Kept on goin' on for some months
Lookin' the judge right in the eyes
Feelin' his anger
Watched fools before me do petty crimes
And he's givin' 'em time
Bein' a bitch about muggin' on me
Nigga talkin' shit to me, heated like
Pointing guns at individuals
Huh, I despise muthafuckas like you
So it ain't no love for me judgin' you
Watcha gon' do?
Take it to another court room?
And that's the first step for me
My lawyer knew the D.A
You know
So he tried to hook a brother up, you see
If I did take a deal
It's only one year guaranteed
But I'm bout to give work for
Dough in a couple more weeks
Tryin' to give 10 years
If I go to trial and lose the muthafucka
Then I messed around and had to
Go back to the first judge
Sayin' don't work for ya
I wasn't gettin' off that easy
My case had a little substance
And the odds are stacked against me
No frontin'
Choices need to be made on the 7th
A catch 22 in my midst
Cuz either way I'm fucked
Go to trial where I'll probably lose
Or take my ass on the run
Or take a deal to a lesser charge
Either one I'm gettin' struck
Cuz doin' time is a mando thang
And that got a muthafucka stuck

Situation, baby it seems I'm
In a situation again
I fuckin' realize it's a situation of sin
Sometimes I just wanna stop tryin'
Why must this shit always involve dying?

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