E-40, Chris Bentley - Da Bay lyrics
[E-40, Chris Bentley - Da Bay lyrics]
I'm sorry baby I can't change my ways
I grew up in the Bay where the hustler plays
Aw yay!
I'm sorry baby I can't change my ways
I grew up in the Bay
That's how the hustlers play aw yay!
'Member Mr flamboyant way back in '89?
Well back then I was selling tapes
Out of the trunk of mine
I put my car into park
And let the beat explode
Within an hour, guess how many tapes I sold?
I got the power
I'm feeling my Wheaties I can't stop
I bought a clothing store right down the
Street from Rich Art's barber shop
Now I'm popping
Ain't nothing wrong with nothing I do
As long as I pay my
Tithes and the internal revenue
I'm booking studio time, Solano Avenue
At Studio Ton's to make a hit or two
Classics for the future that
Ghetto gold super duper
Hit's like Hurricane and Captain Save A Hoe
Money ain't changed me
Money changed the way people think about me
When I was broke, all I had was my family
It kinda hurt me when they closed down (Who?)
The Music People
Jason Blaine and them downtown
They was around before I even owned a bottle
(Like that then) like George's
Music in Chicago
Like 7th Heaven up in The Show Me State
Kansas City
Jones & Harris, Long Beach V-IP & T-Y-E's
I grew up in the Bay, Cali-for-ni-a
Where the Oakland Raiders and the 49ers play
I hear everybody talk about where they stay
Well how come I can't talk
About where I stay?
The Yay, where we pop our collars
Jack our slacks, and make them dollars
Write these raps, and spit this game
And show the whole world
That we ain't no lames
I can't change my ways
I been a hustler for days
The way I walk and I talk
It's not a fad or a phase
A fling, a fluke or a joke
Or some old gimmick that's staged
But, it's the way I am
I can't change my ways
Whoa, Forty Fonzarelli, Chris Bentley, S Dog
We keeping it real y'all don't wanna see us
Cause we gone kick up a lot of fuss
In the dust, from The Bay to LA
We are so paid, baby
I grew up in the Bay where the hustler plays
Aw yay!
I'm sorry baby I can't change my ways
I grew up in the Bay
That's how the hustlers play aw yay!
'Member Mr flamboyant way back in '89?
Well back then I was selling tapes
Out of the trunk of mine
I put my car into park
And let the beat explode
Within an hour, guess how many tapes I sold?
I got the power
I'm feeling my Wheaties I can't stop
I bought a clothing store right down the
Street from Rich Art's barber shop
Now I'm popping
Ain't nothing wrong with nothing I do
As long as I pay my
Tithes and the internal revenue
I'm booking studio time, Solano Avenue
At Studio Ton's to make a hit or two
Classics for the future that
Ghetto gold super duper
Hit's like Hurricane and Captain Save A Hoe
Money ain't changed me
Money changed the way people think about me
When I was broke, all I had was my family
It kinda hurt me when they closed down (Who?)
The Music People
Jason Blaine and them downtown
They was around before I even owned a bottle
(Like that then) like George's
Music in Chicago
Like 7th Heaven up in The Show Me State
Kansas City
Jones & Harris, Long Beach V-IP & T-Y-E's
I grew up in the Bay, Cali-for-ni-a
Where the Oakland Raiders and the 49ers play
I hear everybody talk about where they stay
Well how come I can't talk
About where I stay?
The Yay, where we pop our collars
Jack our slacks, and make them dollars
Write these raps, and spit this game
And show the whole world
That we ain't no lames
I can't change my ways
I been a hustler for days
The way I walk and I talk
It's not a fad or a phase
A fling, a fluke or a joke
Or some old gimmick that's staged
But, it's the way I am
I can't change my ways
Whoa, Forty Fonzarelli, Chris Bentley, S Dog
We keeping it real y'all don't wanna see us
Cause we gone kick up a lot of fuss
In the dust, from The Bay to LA
We are so paid, baby