Choices
E-40
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[Verse 1: E-40 & James Too Cold] I stay drunker than a pirate, call me Blackbeard Stick a fork in him, he done, he ain't seared These nerds be actin' hella weird and abnormal, bruh, they ain't wired right Maybe it's the steroids in the food and they appetite My scrilla stretch like cellulite, shittin' on 'em, baby wipes It's skanless in my region, gotta pack a peace pipe Emirates airlines when I fly to Dubai, first class flights It got a bar and a shower on the plane, that's hella tight From the gamin' I been famous since I was a little kid In my district, my soil, in California where I live Where your past can come back and haunt you, it's karma, it's Murphy's Law Mouth full of spitters and hubba rocks in my jaws With our sawed-off shotguns and semi-automatics put you up in the plastic Got no choice but to be a savage, it's madness and it's drastic In our district, where we grew up slangin' dope (Hey) The system was set up for us to choke (Ayy, biatch!) [Chorus: James Too Cold] Have no choice but to be a savage, thirty poke out the fabric, uh Drippin' and splashin', coulda bought it, we won't mind jackin', uh Niggas be actin' so I ride with a clip that's massive I be trippin', I'm active, wave the stick like we doin' magic Have no choice but to be a savage, thirty poke out the fabric Nigga drippin' and splashin', coulda bought it, we won't mind jackin' Man, these niggas be actin' so I ride with a clip that's massive Trippin', I'm active, wave the stick like we doin' magic, ay, nigga [Verse 2: James Too Cold] Niggas finessing choppers, Glockies, niggas, come get one Bitches undressin', what you doin'? I just need income Big-ass pole like I'm Cardi B, watch me strip some Fuck all that talkin', come back where you got your bitch from Don't play fair, big 40 came with a big drum Dunkin', I'm air, watch your language, these bullets hit tons Thumbin' through hundreds, now I'm trippin' 'cause this bitch skip one If I go down, keep it a hundred like I'm Big Pun (Ayy) Wave the stick like I'm doin' magic, I be slidin' with ratchets All in traffic let 'em have it then swing it like nothin' happened Gang-gang brought the choppers, if he trippin', knock off a fraction I can't love 'em, just fuck 'em, get the scissors, cut off distractions You just rappin', stop the cappin', I'm really past the infraction Keep it ratchet but pull up with a bitch, fulfill my passion I can't have it, keep the love and I really don't want compassion Bitch, I came up off the juugin', plottin', hittin' the mansions, lil' nigga [Chorus: James Too Cold] Have no choice but to be a savage, thirty poke out the fabric, uh Drippin' and splashin', coulda bought it, we won't mind jackin', uh Niggas be actin' so I ride with a clip that's massive I be trippin', I'm active, wave the stick like we doin' magic Have no choice but to be a savage, thirty poke out the fabric Nigga drippin' and splashin', coulda bought it, we won't mind jackin' Man, these niggas be actin' so I ride with a clip that's massive Trippin', I'm active, wave the stick like we doin' magic, ay, nigga [Verse 3: E-40] I'm a goon with the spoon, I'll chip you off somethin' proper Got kicks like I'm into soccer, I'll throw that thang in the water And add the soda, mix it up 'til it's harder The price is right like Bob Barker, they in a line like The Carter I got 'em fiendin' and tweakin', my hoodlums and heathens 223 reasons to leave you leakin', choose one I got a gun that'll knock a nose off a elephant, I'm relevant Fuck celibate, I'll sell a bitch if I have to, if I must I don't put my trust in no ho, bitch, my mama all I trust She ain't gon' snitch, I promise you, she ain't gon' throw me under the bus She ain't gon' miss and I'm promisin' you, my nigga, she a bust She'll do a bid for me before she see me in some cuffs All my life I had it rough, I ain't never been powder puff Never been a weenie, I'll disappear you genie With a 14-Mini-Henny, untraceable, no identity Better hope that you're kin to me, don't want me to be your enemy, biatch! [Chorus: James Too Cold] Have no choice but to be a savage, thirty poke out the fabric, uh Drippin' and splashin', coulda bought it, we won't mind jackin', uh Niggas be actin' so I ride with a clip that's massive I be trippin', I'm active, wave the stick like we doin' magic Have no choice but to be a savage, thirty poke out the fabric Nigga drippin' and splashin', coulda bought it, we won't mind jackin' Man, these niggas be actin' so I ride with a clip that's massive Trippin', I'm active, wave the stick like we doin' magic, ay, nigga [Outro] Fresh on the beat, so you know that shit slaps