E-40 - Neva Broke lyrics

Hey, what's up my nigga
Check this out man you been missin'
In action for awhile now
Why don't you tell these niggas
What they really be thinkin' about
When you be locked d-in-own down

During my stay all I talked about
Was when I touch down i'ma go buy me a tech
With my bitches welfare check
And if I hurt her feelings who gives a fuck
I'm out for myself
Bouts to make me a smooth come-up
I'm keepin' it on the slunder in
A closet on the hush hush
On my way to victories downtown surplus
To get a blin-ack win-ind-brin-eaker
To match my blin-ack chin-in bandana
Scandalism, that's what I'm majorin' in
Yeah, murderism I'm doin' niggas in
So give up the goods my nogga
Remember me, I used to be your pa not na
(partner) but fuck ya
I'm jealous and I hate ya fuckin' guts
I got it in me cause ya clockin' do do bucks
Break yourself, nigga, quarters
Pennies, rings, chains
I'm takin ya car, too, nigga get out
You sittin on them thangs
Prepare for the jack if ya sellin' coke
As long as I got me a strap nigga
I'm never broke (Uh)

I'm never broke nigga, I'm never broke baby
I'm never broke nigga, I'm never broke baby
As long as I got me a strap, I'm never broke
I'm never broke nigga, I'm never broke baby
(Ah yeah)
I'm never broke nigga, I'm never broke baby

Found the nigga car at the mall on bricks
Beat strip, beat tip fucked him like a bitch
I'm that nigga to hate playas
A playa hater starvin' like Somalia
You got some yola?
Cause, I'm right back chokin' again
Chokin' mo' now than I did before I went in
Tomorrow I got to go take
A piss test for real
I'm tryin' to clean out my system
With stay clean and golden seals
But, I'm gon' be late, I'm on vacation
Three weeks is too early for me
To go back on a violation
Fuck my PO i need some M-O
N-E-Y so I can get high and
Kick in a nigga's door
It's four in the morning I'm
On a mission peep
The best time to catch a nigga in his sleep
Wake ya ass motherfucker I know ya rich
Tell me where the fuck is your scratch
Or else I'ma bust ya bitch
Dude didn't agree so I tied him up
And made him watch me poke her
I'm never broke

I'm never broke nigga, I'm never broke baby
I'm never broke nigga, I'm never broke baby
Dude didn't agree so I tied him up
And made him watch me poke
I'm never broke nigga, I'm never broke baby
(I'm never broke)
I'm never broke nigga, I'm never broke baby

Baby crevice was tight like a
Pair of vice grips
I looked at potna and said "You
Must got a little dick" havin' fit's
Yeah he was cryin' like a toddler
Nigga couldn't stand hearin baby
Scream and holler
I said "You got one mo' time my nigga
Where is the mail?"
He said "It's in the den, right hand corner
Top vent" now, folks
Remember that I'm scandalous
And I'm anti-fuckless
I carry diseases such as
Herpes and nut pluckers
Nutted in the bitch, kissed her on her lips
Made her get up and suck a little of my dick
The bitch had her some game though
Ya know she deep throated my pickleand oh
I dropped my strap like a sucker would
She said "How does it feel" I said "Good"
She said "You know this ain't the
Weather to mix business with pleasure"
I said "I know this ain't the
Weather to mix business with pleasure"
She said You know this ain't the
Weather to mix business with pleasure
Shit, she tried to bite off my pecker
Hell breaks loose, I'm hecka juiced
And that's the truth
Reach back as far as I can go
And knock the shit out the ho
Picked up my tech n-up
(up) off the grin-ound (ground)
Pistol whipped potna
Tied up sittin' d-in-own down
I need a flathead screwdriver but
A butter knife'll do
To the vent I went to collect my revenue
Struck out the side as if I was Dave Stewart
Hopped in my hoo-ride made a left on Newark
Through the dark alleys black this black that
As long as I got me a
Strap look I'm never broke, yeah
I'm never broke

Oh, I see so what you're saying is that a
Pillsbury is somewhat like an investment
Keep your revenues up to par
And a Pillsbury is a strap
Precisely, that's how motherfuckers be makin
Them fat hit backs
See I'm way respected in the rap industry
Cause, I skip, spit that real-life type shit
Feel it
So let's separate the true from the false
The pop from the tart
And the motherfuckin' good from the naughty
Huh, nigga, you my potna
But you don't feel me