E-40 - This Shit Hard lyrics
[E-40 - This Shit Hard lyrics]
This shit hard, this shit hard uh
Paper on my mind everyday bonafied hustler
Born and raised in the
(yai 0: 32) knock a fucker down
If he got off in my
Way bust him in his crown with the heffer s k
Coughing choking beating on my chest
Probably smoking nothing but
The best of the best
Drinking toasting celebrating throwing
(: 44) up the west bitch rollin
Money cars clothes the whole success
In and out of traffic like a boss trynna fuck
On every bad bitch i come across holla at
A player if ya looking for that soft i
Ain't no hater get ya twenty percent off
This shit hard this go this go this go hard
Money talking bullshit what i not a
Baller blocker and I don't throw
(soc 1: 21) sippin on his
Vodka in the club parking
Lot send you to the doctor tryna play me
For a
(mark 1: 26) gold around my neck and my
Arms car adios sounding off car alarms
Slapping forty wallas laugh contagious
Like a ya
(1: 33) been listening to him rap since
The day that i was born
Just a young fister having bread fuck
With my bread nigga i’ll
Have our head have your kid trick
Ya while you're laid up in
Your bed hit ya with the pistol
Mothafucker i ain't scared bitch!
Uh in a mix like like a blender never sham i
Bout me man i ain't no pretender 24
7 spring fall summer winter
Finger on my weapon
Case a sucker try to enter almost out
Of weed man a eight is all i
Got time to recoup into dispensary spot
Lot of us are roc pulling
Up with the knock four
Fifteens looking out for the cops
Never been soft always
Been hard rolling down my window
Bout to holler at
A broad smoking white widow
Out the cuban cigar
(walking 2: 32) the nintendo now the
Bitches in my car bitch! Bitch!
Paper on my mind everyday bonafied hustler
Born and raised in the
(yai 0: 32) knock a fucker down
If he got off in my
Way bust him in his crown with the heffer s k
Coughing choking beating on my chest
Probably smoking nothing but
The best of the best
Drinking toasting celebrating throwing
(: 44) up the west bitch rollin
Money cars clothes the whole success
In and out of traffic like a boss trynna fuck
On every bad bitch i come across holla at
A player if ya looking for that soft i
Ain't no hater get ya twenty percent off
This shit hard this go this go this go hard
Money talking bullshit what i not a
Baller blocker and I don't throw
(soc 1: 21) sippin on his
Vodka in the club parking
Lot send you to the doctor tryna play me
For a
(mark 1: 26) gold around my neck and my
Arms car adios sounding off car alarms
Slapping forty wallas laugh contagious
Like a ya
(1: 33) been listening to him rap since
The day that i was born
Just a young fister having bread fuck
With my bread nigga i’ll
Have our head have your kid trick
Ya while you're laid up in
Your bed hit ya with the pistol
Mothafucker i ain't scared bitch!
Uh in a mix like like a blender never sham i
Bout me man i ain't no pretender 24
7 spring fall summer winter
Finger on my weapon
Case a sucker try to enter almost out
Of weed man a eight is all i
Got time to recoup into dispensary spot
Lot of us are roc pulling
Up with the knock four
Fifteens looking out for the cops
Never been soft always
Been hard rolling down my window
Bout to holler at
A broad smoking white widow
Out the cuban cigar
(walking 2: 32) the nintendo now the
Bitches in my car bitch! Bitch!