E-40 - Concrete Lyrics
[VERSE 1:]I was threw in the game with a shield and a swordStarted havin money, buyin things I used to couldn't affordAt the beginning of my mannishness I was the mannishestI bought a nickel-plated .45thFalcons, Granadas, Caddies and FairlanesChevy Impalas, Cutlass and MustangsDonkey rolls, jewerly like a pharaohTroop jackets, d-boy apparelHop, weed, speed, coke, whatever you needKnew how to add and subtract but barely can readNo, I can't - Yes, I did - No, I didn'tEither gon' be dead or successful or emprisonedTriple beam scale, I was flippin the goupHella clientele, I was gettin my lootConcrete, I ain't made of feathersTear shit up just like some angry protesters[CHORUS]I come from the streetsWhere they play for keepsThe strong and the weakGotta be concreteConcreteI'm from the streetsWhere every day they leakAmbulance and policeGotta be concreteConcrete[VERSE 2:]He started off fast, ran out of gas, but he was winnin at firstWhat you call a person like that? A quarter horseEntered the game and can't run a lap, a t-tortoiseThat's domino talk, mayne, you mack - O-of courseYou still in the game? Nah, we divorcedYou make any change? No remorseHe full of shit just like a porter pottyHis hustle game sloppy, triggered off on them boppiesI'm from what's right, maybe that's what's wrongThat's what I was just tellin my little homie on the phoneBe a leader not a followerIf you will be a follower, follow the right leaderStop thinkin with your peterMy peter? Yeah, your dickWhy? A chick'll get you hitKeep your eye on the sparrowGet cornered and ambushed, they'll limit your space, your space is narrow[CHORUS][VERSE 3:]He put his foot where his mouth is - good riddanceGunned him down in the drive-through of Kentucky Fried ChickenThey wasn't gangbangin, but they was set-trippinAte him up real good, but he still livinThe victim's parent's lawyer on the case for realTryina put the nigga that did it behind bars to make him pay they doctor's billBut the shooter a monster, he hella fearedSo ain't nobody talkin, listen hereAnd not only that, but the victim don't want nobody sayin nothin anywayBecause when he get out and get his shit togetherHe gon' put them niggas under the weatherWhen it comes to feudin and funkin gotta be cleverBeef and commotion and drastic measuresFrom the top of my head to the bottom of my feetI don't know about you, but I'ma stay concreteBiatch[CHORUS]
