Seasoned – E-40 – letras

[E-40]Uh, you in a new school whip custom painted candy apricot butterI’m in an antique oldschool four door muffler draggin’ beat up dusterWit scrapes and scratches, nicks and scarsY’all git to drink out of wine glasses, we gotta drink out of jelly jarsDown and out like four flat tires no washing machine nor dryerJust ah pillow sackand ah bunch of clothes wrapped in a sheet on our way to the laundrymatWill I ever get paid, can I make a dollar out of fifteen centY’allz got it made, we broke and starvin’ barely payin’ the rentSleepless nights, alligator tearsMommy arguin’ wit my daddy, daddy drunk too many beers911 Mr.Po, Po dey ain’t happy wit day marriagePops tryn’a beat her down and make her have a miscarriageMy cousin shoots the needle, she be gone for daysShe on that da ah diesel, she gone end up wit aidsI told her I love her but you know what she said to meEverybody got a gay or atleast one dope fiend in they familyYou ain’t the only one wit a reject in yo familyThat’s realThe reasoned the reasoned that we are seasonedSeasoned that we fill our paper want disappearOhe, hey it’s been a long time in the baywith God on our side we have somethin’ to sayand the and through the hard times we survive the gameSurvive the gameIf y’all smell onions dat’s my arms potentthe reason I’m musty is ‘caus ewe ain’t got no mo’ deordorantThe laughing stock patna, we aint got no cashFeet stinking through my shoes in p.e. classI’m thriznew wit biznieng brizokeI’m about to hiznit the griznind and if I git popped it ain’t half no moreit’s eighty percent of my timeBut that’s ah cha ah chance that I’m a have to ah takeToday my son birthday and I can’t even buy a cakeI’m so damn through ah through I had a j.o.bYou want me to cut my perm, oh y’all gone ave to fire meMy fellow just got out da joint, that he might be o.k.But my fellow got out and got stabbed twenty-six times that same damn dayWho wanted to git dunked on in the the flatlandsit ain’t never too late patnaAll we need is a piece of plywood and a milk carton crateWhat about dat shopping basket, you know I’m smartWe can gone take the wheels off that and ma ah make a go cartYo peoples blessed you, I started from a quarter ounceYou came in the dope game wit a silver spoon up in yo’ mouthWhy we gotta gamble maineWe hurtin’, you got all the bucksIn the ghetto we play dominoes for push upsThe reasoned the reasoned that we are seasonedSeasoned that we fill our paper won’t disappearOhe, it’s been a long time in the baywith God on our side we have somethin’ to sayand the and through the hard times we survive the game