E-40 - Practice Lookin' Hard lyrics

Bloody murder, crime, drugs, folks smokin'
Man I remember when it used to be
Cool to leave ya screen door open
And let the mosquitos and the flies sneak in
Look mama and them playing Whist
So I'mma go play tackle
Football with my friends
I guess them times is gone
Cause like a wishbone i wish I had em' back
Instead of watchin' brothers fiz-all
Just about on every track, block, street
Boulevards sweet avenues with dead ends
Neighborhoods with antens
Whatever happened to the days
Of Little League
Pop Warner and Boy Scouts, the
Omegas Boys Club
Fool too cool to go to school not thinkin'
Too busy smokin' weed, sellin'
Dope and drinkin'
I guess we're livin' in the last days


Cause in the last days the
Bible speaks of AIDS
Plagues, brothers killin' brothers
Earthquakes
Youngsters tryin’ to earn stripes
Is it worth theys?
I'll be a sucker if I don't pull ya ho card
I used to be soft but now I'm hard, look hear
I'll be a sucka if I don't pull your card
Nigga, I practice lookin' hard
I got a mirror in my pocket
And I practice lookin' hard
Mirror, mirror make the call
Who's the hardest of them all
I got a mirror in my pocket
And I practice lookin' hard
Right before I go to bed
I make sure that my mirror's there

Take yo mean face off partner
Why ya muggin' me
Fools say nigga, I can't help
That shit's in me
It's automatic cause what's mine
They done took it's my mad at the world
Look i said I feel ya man
Sometimes I catch myself too
Mean muggin' folks that
Did no harm to me or my crew
But now it shouldn't have to be this way
Fools say, I don't care what nobody say
The other man got me this way
I'm fresh out the pen
And I've been systemized for years
Been fillin' out all kinds of
Applications to make a grip
But, I don't know nothin'
About no computer chip
It takes that to make a J-O-B in the 93
But a J-O-B in 93 consists of paper rarely
Jobs like the oil refinery
I'd rather work in Napa at the winery
And then ya wonder why I'm stubborn
Forever lookin' hard, I been scarred
I got a mirror in my pocket
And I practice lookin' hard
Right before I go to bed
I make sure that my mirror's there
I got a mirror in my pocket
And I practice lookin' hard
Mirror, mirror make the call
Who's the hardest of them all

Can't tell me shit
I come from a broken up home
Every since I was a youth I
Thought that I was grown
Meet me after school nigga and
We can get it on
Ya talked about my mammy now
I'm goin' upside ya dome
I got a complex problem, my guard stay up
I'm always on the offensive side
Don't test my nuts
I'm not a Johnson nor a Larry but I'm scary
Scared that I might lose it and
Chop you with my piece berry
I deep into my shit and
It's straight like that
I be quick to clobber a
Motherfucker with my Flintstone bat
Nobody likes me on my father's
Side of the family
They can't stand me cause they think
That I'm sellin' that candy
I kid you not, all bullshit to the side
I got 20, 000 muthafuckas in my organization
Now which one of y'all niggas down to ride
I gets juiced off the underground ghetto shit
You know that Click shit
That independent shit
It makes me feel like I want to
Got me a baggy full of broccoli
And a crooked Ides 22
I feel great, I'm mean muggin'
But I feel great i got a mirror in my pocket
And I practice lookin' hard
Right before I go to bed
I make sure that my mirror's there
I got a mirror in my pocket
And I practice lookin' hard
Mirror, mirror make the call
Who's the hardest of them all