Nice Guys – E-40 – letras

[chorus: x2]Nice guys finish last and stay brokeBad guys finish first and push cokeFrom the bay where they made the word playa haterWhere they shoot instead of squabblin’ like hockey playas[verse 1:]Ugh, I still got a mirror in my pocket,The kind of career I’m havin’ at this age defies logicI’m tryna get my one’s up stack my issuesFinger on my stapler or should I say pistolFrom the bay, where they made the word playa haterWhere they shoot instead of squabbin like hockey playasFat ass wad full a’ hundreds, I ain’t got no cents40 water, bring me up to speed, pimpNice guys finish last and stay brokeBad guys finish first and push cokeAin’t nothing new under the sunBecause the gab god blessed me with his tongueIn cahoots with the streets and the vocal boothSolified, documented, partna’ I got proofMouthpiece, shoulda been a pimpI’m more than just a rapper my nigga I’m an event[chorus x2][verse 2:]California ain’t always sunnyCalifornia nose kinda runnyMight go to church on sundayAnd sell dope on mondayOne hand on the scale, the other one on the bibleAskin’ the lord to protect me from my enemies and my rivalsPosted with my bushmaster chopper assault rifleFrom those that ain’t… looking out the window like malcolmThat’s dramatics music straight from the gravel that undergroundIf I give you the script, you best not read it upside downMan I drink too much, I got two dranksMan I think too much, I got two brainsE-40, fonzarelli, man I got two namesI got two chains so I tote two thangsSick-wid-it click thick like wu-tangI’m the heart of the bay the artery and the veinsThe club was crickets till e-40 walked in, I get it poppin’Man it was so quiet you could hear a mouse pistol cockin'[chorus x2][verse 3:]Man, it’s the block brochure, man, the ave almanacThe hustler’s handbook, the really lived thatRun off with’ my sack and get yo’ helmet crackedHave you gasping for air, like an asthma attackI’m from that 80’s era when we didn’t wear no mascaraWhen we played by the rules and seldom turned on dudesAnything can be defused; any beef can be fixedLong as nobody got knocked down, I’ll try to fuck your bitchSome of my fellas so grimy that they ain’t never been to a clubSome of my fellas so street that they ain’t never been outta they hoodHold court on the soil, not in front of a judgeGet it down with your mat ain’t no need for holdin’ a grudgeMy baldish, my speakers, my whole system go40 what kinda amp you got? memphis mojoFeezy where you been, playa, it’s been a whileWaitin around for this real shit to come back in style[chorus x4]