作词 : E-40 作曲 : E-40 I was throwing a game with a shield and a sword Started having money, buying things that I used to couldn't afford At the beginning of my mannishness, I was the mannish-itz I bought a nickel plated four fift' Dautons, Granadas, Caddys and FairlanesChevy, Impalas, Cutlass and MustangDonkey rows, jewelry like a PharaohTroop jackets, DBoy Apparel Hop, we speak, coke, whatever you need You ought to add subtract but can barely read No, I can't, yes, I did, no, I didn'tYou think I'll be dead or successful or in prison Triple beam scared while I was flipping the goop Hella clientele, I was getting my loot Concrete, I ain't made of feathers Tear **** up just like some angry protesters I come from the streets Where they play for keeps The strong and the weak Gotta be concrete I'm from the streets Where every day they leak Ambulance and police Gotta be concrete He started out fast, he came in last, went outta gas But he was winning at first, what you call a person like that? A quarter horse, enter the game and came when I left, a tortoise That's domino talk, man, you a man, of course You still in the game? Nah, we divorced You make any change? No remorse You're full of **** just like a port-a-potty His hustle game's sloppy, tricking off them boppies I'm for what's right, maybe that's what's wrong That's what I was just telling my little homie on the phone Be a leader, not a follower And if you're going to be a follower, follow the right leader Stop thinking with your peter My peter? Yeah, your **** Why? A chick will get you hit Keep your eye on the sparrow Get cornered and ambushed They'll limit with your space, your space is narrow I come from the streets Where they play for keeps The strong and the weak Gotta be concrete I'm from the streets Where every day they leak Ambulance and police Gotta be concrete He put his foot where is mouth is, good riddance They would be yelling a drive-thru, "A Kentucky Fried Chicken" They wasn't gangbangin' but they was set tripping Ate him up real good but he's still living The victim's parents lawyer on a case for real Tried to put the nigger who did it behind bars And make him pay they doctor's bill But the shooter a monster, he hella fear So ain't nobody talking, listen here Not only them But the victim don't want nobody saying nothing anyway Because when he get out and get his **** together He gon' put them ****** under the weather When it comes to feuding and funking, gotta be clever Beefing, commotion and drastic measures, drastic measures From the top of my head to the bottom of my feet I don't know about you, but I'ma stay concrete I come from the streets Where they play for keeps The strong and the weak Gotta be concrete I'm from the streets Where every day they leak Ambulance and police Gotta be concrete
作词 : E-40 作曲 : E-40 I was throwing a game with a shield and a sword Started having money, buying things that I used to couldn't afford At the beginning of my mannishness, I was the mannish-itz I bought a nickel plated four fift' Dautons, Granadas, Caddys and FairlanesChevy, Impalas, Cutlass and MustangDonkey rows, jewelry like a PharaohTroop jackets, DBoy Apparel Hop, we speak, coke, whatever you need You ought to add subtract but can barely read No, I can't, yes, I did, no, I didn'tYou think I'll be dead or successful or in prison Triple beam scared while I was flipping the goop Hella clientele, I was getting my loot Concrete, I ain't made of feathers Tear **** up just like some angry protesters I come from the streets Where they play for keeps The strong and the weak Gotta be concrete I'm from the streets Where every day they leak Ambulance and police Gotta be concrete He started out fast, he came in last, went outta gas But he was winning at first, what you call a person like that? A quarter horse, enter the game and came when I left, a tortoise That's domino talk, man, you a man, of course You still in the game? Nah, we divorced You make any change? No remorse You're full of **** just like a port-a-potty His hustle game's sloppy, tricking off them boppies I'm for what's right, maybe that's what's wrong That's what I was just telling my little homie on the phone Be a leader, not a follower And if you're going to be a follower, follow the right leader Stop thinking with your peter My peter? Yeah, your **** Why? A chick will get you hit Keep your eye on the sparrow Get cornered and ambushed They'll limit with your space, your space is narrow I come from the streets Where they play for keeps The strong and the weak Gotta be concrete I'm from the streets Where every day they leak Ambulance and police Gotta be concrete He put his foot where is mouth is, good riddance They would be yelling a drive-thru, "A Kentucky Fried Chicken" They wasn't gangbangin' but they was set tripping Ate him up real good but he's still living The victim's parents lawyer on a case for real Tried to put the nigger who did it behind bars And make him pay they doctor's bill But the shooter a monster, he hella fear So ain't nobody talking, listen here Not only them But the victim don't want nobody saying nothing anyway Because when he get out and get his **** together He gon' put them ****** under the weather When it comes to feuding and funking, gotta be clever Beefing, commotion and drastic measures, drastic measures From the top of my head to the bottom of my feet I don't know about you, but I'ma stay concrete I come from the streets Where they play for keeps The strong and the weak Gotta be concrete I'm from the streets Where every day they leak Ambulance and police Gotta be concrete
