E-40 - Hope I Don't Go Back Lyrics
[e-40 having a playalistic converstaion]Hoppin over barbed wire fences niggaHad this one broad right, she was so damn sprungShe used to hold my mother*****in.. mother*****in sac nigga!Thought you though, niggaAnd a mother*****in.. v.h.s., uhh mother*****in cannisterNigga, yeah ay, I promise you nigga this game been so damn good(said this rap games been good to me)Hard times(but I dont know how long thats gonna be..)*chorus: repeat 2x*Hope I dont go back to slangin ya-yoSlangin llello, to get my maillllVerse one: e-40Been a hustler since birth, mama sellin dinners for the churchRed-handed, caught me stealin money out her purseGot branded, permanent whip scars on my backCause I used to get beat, with racing car tracksBut now me got wealth, holdin a conference call on myHands free car telephone lookin like Im talkin to myselfShootin the breeze cuttin it up real smooth likeChoppin it up like true business menTalkin about it, by the wayB - what we doin this week on soundscan?If I aint in japan, Im in the valleyOr maybe next door in gary payton bowling alleyOr maybe at the shootin range, me and banksOr on the golf course, with merton hanksOr we lay in the sun, give me my propersWith a beat thats out of this world, lookin down on doctorsSippin on port, watchin my kids play basketballIn the backyard on a 40 by 63 foot long sports court*chorus*Verse two: e-40Business spot up in the wilderness, coyotes and wild boarsDupont registry aluminum pool table made strictly for outdoorsTwenty inch gold super bravos on my ? everybody aint ableTo be blessed with success with an independent-ass record labelCheck it out, marbles, I got the game from my uncle saint char-lesUsed to bank across the street at wells fargoBut now its merrill lynchAnd just think, I used to sit the benchI remember gettin chased by the cops, had to get my stomach pumpedFull of a quarter ounce of rocks, late afternoonPo-po waitin for me outside of vallejo kaiser permanenteEmergency room with glocks, ready to rodney king me to deathSomehow I managed to make my escape throughThe back of the cafeteria by the vending machine department quicklyFound myself runnin through the friendship apartment complexOver there by the railroad tracks, around the corner from thePeoples continuation high schoolSomewhere off in lofas, behind je-nais liquor ooh*chorus*Verse three: e-40Get my mail, check it out, dope game aint goinNow it seems the, white-collared crimes, are hookin up phonesCharlie hustle, I got a few mathmaticsIm doing a compilation, should I go with phunky phat graph-x?I tell them, hell yeah thats a done deal, dude them be off the hingesDude them did my cover and my bus benchesGame warrior invested, worldwide sick-wid-it shit, independent chipsBeyoooooooootch!Ay see ay, ima tell you niggaThats the thing about this whole thing that jump offIts a fool cause a muh*****a take his bloody money rightUntil he sit up there and he look and he sayHold on man, hold on manA muh*****a, yknowmsayin?You can either be at this shitOr you can be gone with this shitAnd you look at it and then he say, man hold onLet me translate this shit - let me translate into some marblesLet me liquidate my mother*****in revenellesYou understand what Im sayin? 40-water now, you understand?Ay, ay, but look, check this outIm here to sprinkle mother*****ers, lace they tennis shoesTeach them about the mother*****in game-orienfested situationsThat goes down in the mother*****in mother*****in soils weepolationsI aint bullshittin niggaz![overlaps chorus].. i dont bullshit!I aint bullshittin nigga!*chorus*[singer] theres too many jealous brothers in this gameI cant stany the same... I gotta get mine*chorus*[singer] get my money on..Dont wanna go, dont wanna go, dont wanna goDont wanna go back - back to the game, heyyyy[e-40] to get your mail, beyoooooootch!
