E-40, Kaveo - It is What it Is lyrics

It is what it izzzzzz it is what it izzzzzz

You try compromisin
Nope - they don't wanna talk
And they got dem youngstas off
That Acapulco powdered chalk
So he untouchable - oh he can be touched?
Well where he stay at then -
He stay by such and such?
Well since we got altercations
With these so-called knuckleheads
We gon' play for dooms
And I assume we get radar on
Fool in dem livin rooms
Bet - motherfucker ain't fin' ta be
Runnin around here drippin sweat
Havin hot flashes and shit
Over these fulla bitch made
And a half-ass dicks
You ripped? Let's take it to 'em sick
Hit all they spots at once -
Pour it on 'em thick
Who got the suey chops? They
In my folks garage
Well where he at? He at the
TravelLodge - BEEP THAT NIGGA!
Tell him to get here right now quick
Now it's gon' be some shit
Tell him to bring enough ammunition
To blow up a ship
Bullshit ain't nothin this here been goin on
Just a little bit too long
Plus I got a family and kids to raise
And I plan on seein 'em get grown
Get straight to the root of the problem
Get rid of the source that's what what
Get rid of the big cheese
And the majority of these niggas
Gon' back the fuck up
Somebody gon' mind somethin
Time to validate my respection
Hit the corner dumpin
In the big-ass primered stationwagon
CATCH THEM bitch-ASS! That's what I
Told my driver man
While I was tryin to get him
To get in a position
So that I could open fire
Fuck A SKI MASK! I'm hot as fish grease

I brought them boys
But I shoulda brought it like a concert
Fool's still alive, John Muir
Health, Trauma Center, concord
Shoulda doused him
Shouldn'ta never found him
Shoulda handled biz, but for now
It is what it izzzzz it is what it izzzzzz
It is what it izzzzzz it is what it izzzzzz

Aight, ay dude, this all I wanna know
What's wrong with this sad
To be glad-ass noggas?
Don't they know that fools is
Laced with assassin skills? Kill at will
Gonna put your hat on the
Rack for a cool mill'?
(Awww it's gon' get done) but now
The heat has been spared
How we gon' get him out of intensive care
And put him under the wing of a pall-bear?

One of my potnahs got a
Plug on some silencers, he knows some agents
He used dem shot on
Several different occasions
What that mean his family gon' boo
Hoo when I smash that card
Better stay on a nigga brain give
A fuck ABOUT A DIE-HARD!
I know this one botch with a big-ass
Crotch by the name of Connie
She works in ICU and she dates
This nigga named Mitchski Ronnie
Have nab him at the hospital, THAT'LL WORK
Paid a nurse to pull the
Plug on the LIFE SUPPORT
Risky business but it's organized class
And the shit sound sharp
But, if we fuck around and
Make it look too obvious
The broad might her lose her job
Tough luck that shit no better
Than fuckin for ME NOW
I gots no toilet paper
Feelings for her anyhow
The shit is crampin my livin style
Floatin from telly to telly
Conspiracy murder plots phone conversations
Overheard by fedarale
I'm guessin fool musta passed away
Tragic losses on the wall they got my
Picture at the post office
After travellin bouncin back and
Forth to different states
They finally caught me up in Kansas City
At a barbecue spot called Gates
Do the crime do the time -
It ain't for no bitch and as long as a nigga
Twerkin in the kitchen, he ain't trippin
I'll be up in that bitch makin spreads
Drinkin Pruno
Cocoa and coffee Cadillacs, jumpin jacks
Takin flicks, shootin kites, makin wishes
Fuck around and get mad on
The strength of con-ju-gal vi-sit's
Flip the weight pile, hit my fee-vee
Keep my shank close by me when I'm slee-py
Shouldn'ta caught me
Shouldn'ta never found me
Shoulda handled biz, but it's too late
It is what it izzzzz it is what it izzzzzz
It is what it izzzzzz it is what it izzzzzz

Oh, ohh I see it is what it was
And what it was is just what's been taught
Handle biz when it's to be done
And I mean rip you dig?
Cause ain't no sense in savin leftovers
That's yesterday's thing
Roll with the right now
And everything gon' be is, what it izzzzzz