E-40

E-40 - Hope I Don't Go Back lyrics

[E 40] Whas happenin?

[PIGG] You need to take it inside.

[E 40] Take what inside?

[PIGG] You're disturbing the peace.

[E 40 looks the other way and goes 'Pssssh!']

[E 40 having a playalistic converstaion with Ice T]

Yeah yeah I done got too big to be hoppin over barbed wire fences right?

But I had this one broad

SHE was so damn sprung she use [edited]

What? Uhh, and ahh, and a V.H.S. cannister *Ice-T cracks up*

And a V.H.S. cannister

I promise you playboy

It was somethin serious, felt so damn good

*Chorus: repeat 2X*

Hope I don't go back to slangin ya-yo

Slangin llello, to get my maillll

[Ice-T talking to a cat who LOOKS like E-40

after they walked into the studio]

[cat] See a lot of people don't know

the legendary status of which I come from

[cat] Old school like Cab Calloway

[IceT] Right

[cat] Hot damn I taught him his thang he do

Verse One: E-40

Been a hustler since birth, mama sellin dinners for the church

Red-handed, caught me stealin money our her purse

Got branded, permanent whip scars on my back

Cause I used to get beat, with racing car tracks

But now me got wealth, holdin a conference call on my

hands free car telephone lookin like I'm talkin to myself

Shootin the breeze cuttin it up real smooth like

choppin it up like two business men

Talkin about it, by the way B

what we doin' this week on SoundScan?

If I ain't in Japan, I'm in the Valley

Or maybe next door in Gary Payton bowling alley

Or maybe at the shootin range, me and Banks

Or on the golf course, with Merton Hanks

Or we lay in the sun, give me my propers

with a beat that's out of this world, lookin down on doctors

Sippin on Port, watchin my kids play basketball

in the backyard on a 40 by 63 foot long sports court

*Chorus*

Verse Two: E-40

Business spot up in the wilderness, coyotes and wild boars

? days like this were made strictly for outdoors

Twenty inch gold super Bravos on my ? everybody ain't poor

to be blessed with success with an independent-ass record label

Check it out, marbles, I got the game from my Uncle Saint Thomas

Used to bank across the street at Wells Fargo

but now it's Merrill Lynch

And just think, I used to sit the bench

I remember gettin chased by the cops, had to get my stomach pumped

full of a quarter ounce of rocks, late afternoon

robably waitin for me outside of Vallejo Kaiser Permanente

emergency room with glocks, ready to ride

and hang me to death, somehow I managed to make my escape through

the back of the cafeteria by the vending machine department quickly

Found myself runnin through the Friendship Apartment Complex

over there by the railroad tracks, around the corner from the

People's Continuation High School

Somewhere off in Lofas, behind Je-nai's Liquor ooh

*Chorus*

Verse Three: E-40

Get my mail, check it out, dope game ain't goin

Now it seems the, white-collared crimes, are hookin up phones

"Charlie Hustle, I got a few mathmatics

I'm doing a compilation, should I go with Phunky Phat Graph-X?

I tell them, "Hell yeah that's a done deal, dude them be off tha hinges

Dude them did my cover and my bus benches.

Game warrior invested, worldwide Sick-Wid-It clique, independent chips

Lay that down, lay that down, that's what I'm sayin

I'm gonna tell you it's cool, cause your playa partner

take his other money right, and then he'll sit up here

and he'll take it then he'll say "hold on main"

Let me handle some phone booths

Let me get off into the business, dealers, ballers

Let me get off into the florist business, Beamers, barbershops,

get into commercial lots

merchants, whatever fertilizes the right way of livin

You dig what I'm sayin man? Ay look

Playboy, I look at myself and I say "hold on main"

Lemme see what's down, lemme translate it, lemme translate it into some

marbles, let me liquidate my revenelles, ya know what I'm sayin 40-water now

Ay, but look here, I'm here to sprinkle my Godzilla-brawler-playboy-potnas

-untouchable-mafia-game-warriors to adjust to the situations that goes

down in they life; I ain't playin' wit it man!

*Chorus*

Singer: There's too many jealous brothers in this game, I can't stand the

same...I gotta mine

*Chorus*

Singer: I gotta get my money on

[Outro]

Singer: Don't wanna go, don't wanna go, back to the game, hey

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