E-40 - Concrete lyrics
[E-40 - Concrete lyrics]
I was threw in the game with
A shield and a sword started having money
Buying things I used to couldn't afford
At the beginning of my mannishness
I was the mannishest
I bought a nickel-plated 45th
Falcons, Granadas, Caddies and Fairlanes
Chevy Impalas, Cutlass and Mustangs
Donkey rolls, jewelry like a pharaoh
Troop jackets, d-boy apparel
Hop, weed, speed, coke, whatever you need
Knew how to add and subtract
But barely can read
No, I can't - Yes, I did - No, I didn't
Either gon' be dead or
Successful or imprisoned
Triple beam scale, I was flipping the goup
Hella clientele, I was getting my loot
Concrete, I ain't made of feathers
Tear shit up just like some angry protesters
I come from the streets
Where they play for keeps
The strong and the weak gotta be concrete
I'm from the streets
Where every day they leak
Ambulance and police gotta be concrete
He started off fast, came in
Last ran out of gas
But he was winning at first
What you call a person like
That? A quarter horse
Entered the game and can't run a lap
A t-tortoise that's domino talk, mayne
You mack - O-of course
You still in the game? Nah, we divorced
You make any change? No remorse
He full of shit just like a porter potty
His hustle game sloppy
Triggered off on them boppies
I'm from what's right
Maybe that's what's wrong
That's what I was just telling my
Little homie on the phone
Be a leader not a follower
If you will be a follower
Follow the right leader
Stop thinking with your peter
My peter? yeah, your dick
Why? A chick'll get you hit
Keep your eye on the sparrow
Get cornered and ambushed, they'll
Limit your space, your space is narrow
He put his foot where his
Mouth is - good riddance
Gunned him down in the drive-through
Of Kentucky Fried Chicken
They wasn't gangbanging
But they was set-tripping
Ate him up real good, but he still living
The victim's parent's lawyer on
The case for real
Try'na put the nigga that did it behind bars
To make him pay they doctor's bill
But the shooter a monster, he hella feared
So ain't nobody talking, listen here
And not only that, but the victim don't want
Nobody saying nothing anyway
Because when he get out and
Get his shit together
He gon' put them niggas under the weather
When it comes to feuding and
Funking gotta be clever
Beef and commotion and drastic measures
From the top of my head to
The bottom of my feet
I don't know about you
But I'mma stay concrete biatch
A shield and a sword started having money
Buying things I used to couldn't afford
At the beginning of my mannishness
I was the mannishest
I bought a nickel-plated 45th
Falcons, Granadas, Caddies and Fairlanes
Chevy Impalas, Cutlass and Mustangs
Donkey rolls, jewelry like a pharaoh
Troop jackets, d-boy apparel
Hop, weed, speed, coke, whatever you need
Knew how to add and subtract
But barely can read
No, I can't - Yes, I did - No, I didn't
Either gon' be dead or
Successful or imprisoned
Triple beam scale, I was flipping the goup
Hella clientele, I was getting my loot
Concrete, I ain't made of feathers
Tear shit up just like some angry protesters
I come from the streets
Where they play for keeps
The strong and the weak gotta be concrete
I'm from the streets
Where every day they leak
Ambulance and police gotta be concrete
He started off fast, came in
Last ran out of gas
But he was winning at first
What you call a person like
That? A quarter horse
Entered the game and can't run a lap
A t-tortoise that's domino talk, mayne
You mack - O-of course
You still in the game? Nah, we divorced
You make any change? No remorse
He full of shit just like a porter potty
His hustle game sloppy
Triggered off on them boppies
I'm from what's right
Maybe that's what's wrong
That's what I was just telling my
Little homie on the phone
Be a leader not a follower
If you will be a follower
Follow the right leader
Stop thinking with your peter
My peter? yeah, your dick
Why? A chick'll get you hit
Keep your eye on the sparrow
Get cornered and ambushed, they'll
Limit your space, your space is narrow
He put his foot where his
Mouth is - good riddance
Gunned him down in the drive-through
Of Kentucky Fried Chicken
They wasn't gangbanging
But they was set-tripping
Ate him up real good, but he still living
The victim's parent's lawyer on
The case for real
Try'na put the nigga that did it behind bars
To make him pay they doctor's bill
But the shooter a monster, he hella feared
So ain't nobody talking, listen here
And not only that, but the victim don't want
Nobody saying nothing anyway
Because when he get out and
Get his shit together
He gon' put them niggas under the weather
When it comes to feuding and
Funking gotta be clever
Beef and commotion and drastic measures
From the top of my head to
The bottom of my feet
I don't know about you
But I'mma stay concrete biatch