E-40 - Seasoned Lyrics
[e-40]Uh, you in a new school whip custom painted candy apricot butterIm in an antique oldschool four door muffler draggin beat up dusterWit scrapes and scratches, nicks and scarsYall git to drink out of wine glasses, we gotta drink out of jelly jarsDown and out like four flat tires no washing machine nor dryerJust ah pillow sackAnd ah bunch of clothes wrapped in a sheet on our way to the laundrymatWill I ever get paid, can I make a dollar out of fifteen centYallz got it made, we broke and starvin barely payin the rentSleepless nights, alligator tearsMommy arguin wit my daddy, daddy drunk too many beers911 mr.po, po dey aint happy wit day marriagePops tryna beat her down and make her have a miscarriageMy cousin shoots the needle, she be gone for daysShe on that da ah diesel, she gone end up wit aidsI told her I love her but you know what she said to meEverybody got a gay or atleast one dope fiend in they familyYou aint the only one wit a reject in yo familyThats realThe reasoned the reasoned that we are seasonedSeasoned that we fill our paper want disappearOhe, hey its been a long time in the bayWith God on our side we have somethin to sayAnd the and through the hard times we survive the gameSurvive the gameIf yall smell onions dats my arms potentThe reason Im musty is caus ewe aint got no mo deordorantThe laughing stock patna, we aint got no cashFeet stinking through my shoes in p.e. classIm thriznew wit biznieng brizokeIm about to hiznit the griznind and if I git popped it aint half no moreIts eighty percent of my timeBut thats ah cha ah chance that Im a have to ah takeToday my son birthday and I cant even buy a cakeIm so damn through ah through I had a j.o.bYou want me to cut my perm, oh yall gone ave to fire meMy fellow just got out da joint, that he might be o.k.But my fellow got out and got stabbed twenty-six times that same damn dayWho wanted to git dunked on in the the flatlandsIt aint never too late patnaAll we need is a piece of plywood and a milk carton crateWhat about dat shopping basket, you know Im smartWe can gone take the wheels off that and ma ah make a go cartYo peoples blessed you, I started from a quarter ounceYou came in the dope game wit a silver spoon up in yo mouthWhy we gotta gamble maineWe hurtin, you got all the bucksIn the ghetto we play dominoes for push upsThe reasoned the reasoned that we are seasonedSeasoned that we fill our paper wont disappearOhe, its been a long time in the bayWith God on our side we have somethin to sayAnd the and through the hard times we survive the gameSurvive the game
