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 |