Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Practice Lookin' Hard, artist - E-40.
Date of issue: 28.09.2009
Song language: English
Practice Lookin' Hard |
Bloody murder, crime, drugs, folks smokin' |
Man I remember when it used to be |
Cool to leave ya screen door open |
And let the mosquitos and the flies sneak in |
Look mama and them playing whist |
So I’mma go play tackle football with my friends |
I guess them times is gone |
Cause like a wishbone |
I wish I had em' back instead of watchin' brothers fiz-all |
Just about out on |
Catch them out on every track, block, street, boulevards |
Sweet avenues with dead ends, neighborhoods with antens |
Whatever happened to the days of Little League |
Pop Warner and Boy Scouts, the |
Omegas Boys Club |
Fool too cool to go to school not thinkin' |
Too busy smokin' weed, sellin' |
Dope and drinkin' |
I guess we’re livin' in the last days |
Cause in the last days the Bible speaks of AIDS |
Plagues, brothers killin' brothers, earthquakes |
Youngsters tryin' to earn stripes, is it worth theys? |
I’ll be a sucker if I don’t pull ya ho card |
I used to be soft but now I’m hard, look hear |
I’ll be a sucka if I don’t pull |
Your card |
Nigga, I practice lookin' hard |
I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard |
Mirror, mirror make the call |
Who’s the hardest of them all |
I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard |
Right before I go to bed |
I make sure that my mirror’s there |
Take yo mean face off partner why ya muggin' me |
Fools say nigga, I can’t help |
That shit’s in me |
It’s automatic cause what’s mine they done took |
It’s my mad at the world |
Look |
I said I feel ya man, sometimes I catch myself too |
Mean muggin' folks that |
Did no harm to me or my crew |
But now it shouldn’t have to be this way |
Fools say, I don’t care what nobody |
Say |
The other man got me this way |
I’m fresh out the pen and I’ve been systemized |
For years |
Been fillin' out all kinds of applications to make a grip |
But I don’t know nothin' about no computer chip |
It takes that to make a J-O-B |
In the 93 |
But a J-O-B in 93 consists of paper rarely |
Jobs like the oil refinery |
I’d rather work in Napa at the winery |
And then ya wonder why I’m stubborn |
Forever lookin' hard, I been scarred |
I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard |
Right before I go to bed |
I make sure that my mirror’s there |
I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard |
Mirror, mirror make the call |
Who’s the hardest of them all |
Can’t tell me shit, I come from a broken up home |
Every since I was a youth I thought that I was grown |
Meet me after school nigga and we can get it on |
Ya talked about my mammy now I’m goin' upside ya dome |
I got a complex problem, my guard stay up |
I’m always on the offensive side |
Don’t test my nuts |
I’m not a Johnson nor a Larry but I’m scary |
Scared that I might lose it and |
Chop you with my piece berry |
I deep into my shit and it’s straight like that |
I be quick to clobber a motherfucker with my Flintstone bat |
Nobody likes me on my father’s side of the family |
They can’t stand me cause they think that I’m sellin' that candy |
I kid you not, all bullshit to the side |
I got 20,000 muthafuckas in my organization |
Now which one of y’all niggas down to ride |
I gets juiced off the underground ghetto shit |
You know that Click shit, that independent shit |
It makes me feel like I want to |
Got me a baggy full of broccoli and a crooked Ides 22 |
I feel great, I’m mean muggin', but I feel great |
I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard |
Right before I go to bed |
I make sure that my mirror’s there |
I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard |
Mirror, mirror make the call |
Who’s the hardest of them all |