E-40 - Prepared lyrics
[E-40 - Prepared lyrics]
Ride with the thumper, pimp I ain't scared
You call it paranoid I call it prepared
I never bust in the air!
I never bust in the air!
Ooh!
A noun is a person, place or thing my mackin'
(my mackin') but people be calling me verse
Cause I'm about that action
I'm standing outside of myself looking at me
(looking at'chu?)
Off this boat diddly bow and
The eighth of broccoli
We working real limited space mane
Don't fuck around with fakes mane
Them fragile muthafuckas a get my
Period ass erased mane
Get rid of the dead weight mane
Before it get too late mane
I live in the Bay where they mad-ed
The famous word 'playa hate' mane
I was forced to be a monsta
I turn into sumthin'
I take it there I keep
A spare hundred round drumming
Give you a pass if you
With'cha kids or ya woman
Depending on where I'm at what time of
The day and how I'm feeling
But non RK outside of the club
Or in the fuckin' building
I'm having my bread getting my
Means having my fuckin' cash
Remove ya head I put it on
Skinnies I'll beat that ass
Watch ya drinks when ya purp (in ya purp)
Got a Oldsmobile high alert
When ya see a chick flirt
Never know cause a bitch could have
A wire in her skirt
Never know cause a bitch can have
A camera in her purse
Never call nobody a snitch until
You see some paper work it's a new game
Tell on Hilmar he goin tell first
This is true mane
The rule done changed they
Need to be rehearsed
Nowadays these youngstas out here shoot
You for a verse
Being scarred since they birth
No Christmas jingle bells
Parents ain't home so they
Raising they self's
I'm into worry I'm out the way I
Ain't out here stunnin' the clumsy
I don't want none of these hungry
Niggas to think I got money
Stay polished in them shop
Keeping it one hunnit is my muthafuckin job
And anybody would want it can
Get the whole catalog
The cartridge, the clip
The po-po and they dogs I might
Be dumb but I ain't stupid bia, biatch
I was remember when I was little
A lil young mustache when I
Got my first pistol
From my best friend potna's dad he
Was a loosey machine Isreal
In a Safeway paper bag
For the playa pricer nickel
Cause he was doing kinda bag
He used to fuck around with the triple
Once known to floss
Bragging about what he had
And everything he lost
Anybody disrespect him I'm a
Chop they head off
On the streets he a fiend but
In the pen he a boss
I'm rubber up on game not
The rapper that's my past
Watching OG shoot the shit and pow-wow
A sponge it up like Sham-wow
How do ya like me now?
Wherever it is in this rapping
Got a silly ass style
I might be stronger than my ground (growling)
Then my Chevy on the prow (growls)
I been in the dark and loud as I wanna be
Smoking on some broccoli
All the bitches jockin' me
Police always bother me bIATCH!
You call it paranoid I call it prepared
I never bust in the air!
I never bust in the air!
Ooh!
A noun is a person, place or thing my mackin'
(my mackin') but people be calling me verse
Cause I'm about that action
I'm standing outside of myself looking at me
(looking at'chu?)
Off this boat diddly bow and
The eighth of broccoli
We working real limited space mane
Don't fuck around with fakes mane
Them fragile muthafuckas a get my
Period ass erased mane
Get rid of the dead weight mane
Before it get too late mane
I live in the Bay where they mad-ed
The famous word 'playa hate' mane
I was forced to be a monsta
I turn into sumthin'
I take it there I keep
A spare hundred round drumming
Give you a pass if you
With'cha kids or ya woman
Depending on where I'm at what time of
The day and how I'm feeling
But non RK outside of the club
Or in the fuckin' building
I'm having my bread getting my
Means having my fuckin' cash
Remove ya head I put it on
Skinnies I'll beat that ass
Watch ya drinks when ya purp (in ya purp)
Got a Oldsmobile high alert
When ya see a chick flirt
Never know cause a bitch could have
A wire in her skirt
Never know cause a bitch can have
A camera in her purse
Never call nobody a snitch until
You see some paper work it's a new game
Tell on Hilmar he goin tell first
This is true mane
The rule done changed they
Need to be rehearsed
Nowadays these youngstas out here shoot
You for a verse
Being scarred since they birth
No Christmas jingle bells
Parents ain't home so they
Raising they self's
I'm into worry I'm out the way I
Ain't out here stunnin' the clumsy
I don't want none of these hungry
Niggas to think I got money
Stay polished in them shop
Keeping it one hunnit is my muthafuckin job
And anybody would want it can
Get the whole catalog
The cartridge, the clip
The po-po and they dogs I might
Be dumb but I ain't stupid bia, biatch
I was remember when I was little
A lil young mustache when I
Got my first pistol
From my best friend potna's dad he
Was a loosey machine Isreal
In a Safeway paper bag
For the playa pricer nickel
Cause he was doing kinda bag
He used to fuck around with the triple
Once known to floss
Bragging about what he had
And everything he lost
Anybody disrespect him I'm a
Chop they head off
On the streets he a fiend but
In the pen he a boss
I'm rubber up on game not
The rapper that's my past
Watching OG shoot the shit and pow-wow
A sponge it up like Sham-wow
How do ya like me now?
Wherever it is in this rapping
Got a silly ass style
I might be stronger than my ground (growling)
Then my Chevy on the prow (growls)
I been in the dark and loud as I wanna be
Smoking on some broccoli
All the bitches jockin' me
Police always bother me bIATCH!