E-40 - To Whom This May Concern Lyrics
Shit, if the shoe fit, wear it, ***** itBeotch!Chorus: e-40 (repeat 2x)To whom this may concernAll you rappers with all that fetti to burnThe industry is finicky so let me make this clearTheyll have a new nigga next year!![verse one]I know youre shinin like a lightI know your record sales is politics and hypeI know youre boohoonCause none of your royalty statements never had a check attached to emFamous but unrecouped; circumstances predicated onLarge-ass video budgets, and takin out advancementsUhh, march and september, thats quite a ways 40 - 40?Oh he get paid every thirty days shorty!Uhh, I aint no lameIm different from yall, I come from the game(from the game) I aint gotta explainI been hella raw, I been spittin gameI seen you on the billboardI saw you when you got that mtv awardUh, number one on soundscanCongratulations playa; dude can I shake yo hand?Oh you dont wanna shake my hand, now you too good now?Oh its like that you sidin on yo folks now?Enjoy it while youre here.... theyll have a new nigga next year!!Chorus[verse two]Uhh, air-play, program directors from the bayDont support they rappers in the yea (in the yea)They figure we aints real hip-hop (hip hop)They lookin for some mainstream flip-flop (flip)But I aint finsta sit down (sit down)Sit down and wait for this shit to come back aroundShit I just like to perk (whatchu like to do? )I like to get out there and networkCharlie hustle fall off? I doubt itShit, when niggaz stop talkin about meThats when Im gon worry about itAnd if they do ima take the independent roadA hundred thousand units on the underground;Playboy, thats ghetto gold!Never breakin a sweat (a, a sweat)Slangin albums from the internet (from the internet)Aint nuttin but respect here.... theyll have a new nigga next year!!Chorus[verse three]My loyal fans wanna know why its so noticeableAnd how come none of e-40 lyricsAint never been in the source hip-hop quotable?To tell the truth its kinda irkin me, cause I dont knowI aint rappin too fast, see yall just listenin too slowYou can ask +zomba+ Im about a thousand songs deepSpittin ghetto anthems that I done hadI shoulda been ran out of heat (ran out of heat)I had to prove myself firstI didnt get my deal based on a sixteen measure verseUhh, damn right and ever since dude pac passed awayThe west coast aint been eatin rightIf he was alive Id ask him for his opinionationAnd if he was me what would he do in this sort of situationWould he take off on these journalists, tell me what you thinkFor assassinatin mother*****ers characters with all that bad ink?How they gonna have me top 50, #43?Im a hog, shit; thats why I dont ***** with blazeI ***** with murder dogChorus 2x[e-40]Beatch!See what Im sayin? this shit is finickyIts a fool out there, ya dum dums!Smell this nigga?Charlie hustle, millenium ballers nigga (beatch)Thought you thoughtamajig (hoe!!!)
