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E-40 Tha Hall Of Game The Story Here's a little story I got to tell And this dis goes on, again and again Uh, Uh Here's a little story I got to tell And this dis goes on, again and again Uh, Uh Here's a little story I got to tell And this dis goes on, again and again Uh, Uh Here's a little story I got to tell And this dis goes on, again and again Uh, Uh Verse 1: I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel You can repent and come with god or you can know a devil You can go and get a job or you can do some federal but if I were you, I'd straighten up and do some next level I often tweek when I drive (drives) How can a small town like Vallejo have all these homicides? Man, fools be droppin like flies Maybe we do need mo brothers sellin' bean pies And it's a fool cuz everybody mama's know each other It ain't cool, but you know black folks like to act they color Wonder why all the good people get put through some many different changes of the weather And all those folks that do wrong seem like they live forever I wish I can rewind time Remember when we used to get free lunch, and the city bus used to cost a dime? Runnin around, talkin about you got the cooties Liftin up skirts, and touchin girl's booties Boy, take those shoes off before ya come up in dis house And whatever you do, don't you sit on grandmama's plastic covered couch Why is it that when all the homeys get togethor, we get back in the dayz And how come every time we get drunk somebody bring up AIDS Life is something you can't borrow and give back Here today and gone tomorrow Just like that Pat yo rats on yo back (Patch your rats on your back) Take some time out yo waltz (Take some time out yo waltz) And tell your loved ones that you love em every so often Chorus Verse 2: Uh, Uh fetti is the key to end all your woes Contemporary crib, cash, cars and clothes But fetti cause problems like guns and spears Familys fall out and don't talk for years Like my cromey (Like my cromey) They called him big bread Ed His first cousin set him up and left his ass for dead Churches, wakes, nothing unusual, seem like every other damn day I'm buyin a brand new suit for a funeral Have yo pockets ever lost weight, and you ain't even tried Did you wonder if yo cash was on a diet See, when you're up, everybody wanna come around But when ya down, ain't nobody out there to be found If you love someone you should tell em often Ya never know when they'll be layin in a coffin Dedicated to my peoples up in jail Ya partner 40-wada gotta story to tell (a story to tell) Chorus Verse 3: You can take da ninja out da getto (the getto) But not the getto out da ninja, give me life for 3 rocks But I won't surrender Oh he's a heathen (heathen), look at the way he dress He must be dealin (dealin) how did he get that Lex Of course, if it ain't used get spokes, it's crime and coast It's all dey work Shootin shit up and actin tough, ridin around with gold n stuff It's rough How much money you earn, enough, I own my own law firm Don't need a tux, I twerks peacoats and kakis (kakis) Levis and t-shirts (Levis and t-shirts), whatever the street's works (street's works) Partner - dude, you been actin kinda funny lately since you even got a few bucks But I'm still folks, Wilson Park, 'member three flies up And this goes on, again and again Dis goes on, again and again Ain't nothin changed but the terror-tory (territory) Same time, different day, different story Chorus |
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