E-40, Droop-E - It's All Bad lyrics

Daddy what's up?
What you doin'?
Sittin' up here marinatin', just, you know
Trippin' off how this life is
Man life is a trip well, what you writin'?
Just, you know, some ol' crazy
You know, some shmy feelin's, you know?
Let me hear it

Why was I born in these trifling ass times?
Why is it mandatory that I carry knives?
Don't be too liberal 'cause, see
White folks get jacked too
Doctors, high-class lawyers and even Japs too
You ask me why I speak the real
The way I feel how come we call bitches hoes
And y'all call us niggaroes?
They wanna do me like they did Stax
What is this young black man doing
With all that scratch? Huh
I see some timers on the
Yayo track readin' they mail
Talking about "I got white girl for sale"
But they ain't talking to me 'cause see
I'm an oldie and they knows that
I used to be just like them
I tell them "Y'all get that scratch"
Magazine was never nothing like Bel-Air
High-speed shootouts and shit
But I loved it there "40, where you been
Playa? It's been a while"
'Marinatin', accumulating paper, pal'
"Y'all kinda doin' it
Huh? You still grindin'?" 'Hell yeah
You know them tapes you keep rewinding'
Money ain't changed me
Money changed the way people think about me
When I was broke all I had was my family
You know what kills me doe
Them fuckin' numskulls
I hate when blacks be clownin' blacks
On all these talk shows
It's bad enough we shootin'
Up each other tragically
Two days ago they found
Some brother smothered badly
Nobody's to be trusted in this day and age
Too much jealousy and envy on the wrong page
And fuck the po po's 'cause
That 39% tax I pay don't get me nathan but a
Chokehold and some pepper spray

(So is that what they do?) It's all bad
(It's crazy out there, huh?) It's all bad
(Is it gonna be like this when
I grow up?) It's all bad
(Daddy, sprinkle me with some more game)

Our Father who art in heaven
Hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come
That's the pray that I say so spread the word
And if you feeling down and out
Read Proverbs
You know that I've been tweakin off
Something strange startin' to see a lot of
Womens at the shooting range
Domestic violence but here's an
Old ghetto myth
My potna's auntie scold her boyfriend
With some hot grit's
I'm from the G-E double T T to the oh no
Where only few dare to go
I spit's game like a soldier
Tonk since I told you this
The rap kingpin giant, six year old vocalist
You don't want to see me
Do it like I do that
All up in your tall-can face
I tell you get more scrizatch
Y'all need to get up on it
The game is way to deep
I'm not your average hustler
I be creepin' while you sleep
Game, straight game
Get up on it, straight game