Hope I Don't Go Back 2013 E-40
TracksHope I Don't Go Back

Artist: E-40

Album: Hip Hop 100 Hits - Urban rap & R n B anthems inc. Jay Z, A$ap Rocky, Wu-Tang Clan & Nas

Release time: 24-06-2013

Hope I Don´t Go Back - E-40

Hoppin over barbed wire fences nigga

Had this one broad right,

She was so damn sprung

She used to hold my motherfuckin.

motherfuckin sack, nigga!

Thought you thought, nigga

 

And a motherfuckin.. V.H.S.,

uhh motherfuckin cannister

Nigga, yeah ay,

I promise you nigga

this game been so damn good

(Said this rap game's been good to me)

Hard times

 

(But I don't know how long that's gonna be..)

Hope I don't go back to slangin yayo

Don't wanna go

Slangin llello, to get my mail

 

Hope I don't go back to slangin yayo

Slangin llello, to get my mail

Been a hustler since birth,

mama sellin dinners for the church

Red-handed, caught me

stealin money out 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 true business men

Talkin about it, by the way

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

 

Hope I don't go back to slangin yayo

Slangin llello, to get my mail

Hope I don't go back to slangin yayo

 

Slangin llello, to get my mail

Business spot up in the wilderness,

coyotes and wild boars

Dupont registry aluminum pool table

made strictly for outdoors

Twenty inch gold super Bravos on my ?

everybody ain't able

To be blessed with success

with an independent-ass record label

Check it out, marbles, I got the game

from my Uncle Saint Char-les

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

Po-po waitin for me outside

of Vallejo Kaiser Permanente

Emergency room with Glocks,

ready to Rodney King 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

Hope I don't go back to slangin yayo

Slangin llello, to get my mail

Hope I don't go back to slangin yayo

Slangin llello, to get my maillll

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 the hinges

Dude them did my cover

and my bus benches"

Game warrior invested,

worldwide Sick-Wid-It shit,

independent chips

BEYOOOOOOOOOTCH!

Ay see ay, I'mma tell you nigga

That's the thing about this whole thing that

Jump off

It's a fool cause a muh'fucka

take his bloody money right

Until

He sit up there and he look and he say

"Hold on man, hold on man"

A

Muh'fucka, you know I'ms ayin?

You can either be at this shit

Or you can be gone

With this shit

And you look at it and then he say,

"Man hold on

Let me translate this shit -

let me translate into some marbles

Let me liquidate my motherfuckin revenelles"

 

You understand what I'm sayin?

40-Water now, you understand?

Ay, ay, but look, check this out

I'm here to sprinkle motherfuckers,

lace they tennis shoes

Teach them about the motherfuckin

game-orienfested situations

That goes down in the motherfuckin

motherfuckin soils weepolations

I ain't bullshittin niggas!

Hope I don't go back to slangin yayo

Slangin llello, to get my mail

There's too many jealous

brothers this gamein

 

I can't stany the same...

 

I gotta get mine

Hope I don't go back to slangin yayo

Slangin llello, to get my mail

Get my money on

Don't wanna go, don't wanna go,

don't wanna go

Don't wanna go back

back to the game, heyyyy

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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