The Story – E-40 – letras

Chorus:Here’s a little story I got to tellAnd this dis goes on, again and againUh, UhHere’s a little story I got to tellAnd this dis goes on, again and againUh, UhHere’s a little story I got to tellAnd this dis goes on, again and againUh, UhHere’s a little story I got to tellAnd this dis goes on, again and againUh, UhVerse 1:I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovelYou can repent and come with god or you can know a devilYou can go and get a job or you can do some federalbut if I were you, I’d straighten up and do some next levelI often tweek when I drive (drives)How can a small town like Vallejo have all these homicides?Man, fools be droppin like fliesMaybe we do need mo brothers sellin’ bean piesAnd it’s a fool cuz everybody mama’s know each otherIt ain’t cool, but you know black folks like to act they colorWonder why all the good people get put through some manydifferent changes of the weatherAnd all those folks that do wrong seem like theylive foreverI wish I can rewind timeRemember when we used to get free lunch, and thecity bus used to cost a dime?Runnin around, talkin about you got the cootiesLiftin up skirts, and touchin girl’s bootiesBoy, take those shoes off before ya come up in dis houseAnd whatever you do, don’t you sit on grandmama’s plasticcovered couchWhy is it that when all the homeys get togethor, we get backin the dayzAnd how come every time we get drunk somebody bring up AIDSLife is something you can’t borrow and give backHere today and gone tomorrowJust like thatPat 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 oftenChorusVerse 2:Uh, Uh fetti is the key to end all your woesContemporary crib, cash, cars and clothesBut fetti cause problems like guns and spearsFamilys fall out and don’t talk for yearsLike my cromey (Like my cromey)They called him big bread EdHis first cousin set him up and left his ass for deadChurches, wakes, nothing unusual, seem like every otherdamn day I’m buyin a brand new suit for a funeralHave yo pockets ever lost weight, and you ain’t even triedDid you wonder if yo cash was on a dietSee, when you’re up, everybody wanna come aroundBut when ya down, ain’t nobody out there to be foundIf you love someone you should tell em oftenYa never know when they’ll be layin in a coffinDedicated to my peoples up in jailYa partner 40-wada gotta story to tell (a story to tell)ChorusVerse 3:You can take da ninja out da getto (the getto)But not the getto out da ninja, give me life for 3 rocksBut I won’t surrenderOh he’s a heathen (heathen), look at the way he dressHe must be dealin (dealin) how did he get that LexOf course, if it ain’t used get spokes, it’s crime and coastIt’s all dey workShootin shit up and actin tough, ridin around with gold n stuffIt’s roughHow much money you earn, enough, I own my own law firmDon’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 evengot a few bucksBut I’m still folks, Wilson Park, ‘member three flies upAnd this goes on, again and againDis goes on, again and againAin’t nothin changed but the terror-tory (territory)Same time, different day, different story