Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blessed by the Game, artist - E-40. Date of issue: 24.11.2016
Song language: English
Blessed by the Game |
| It’s a game of cat-and-mouse in the Bay |
| Everybody know where everybody stay |
| Somebody didn’t make it to the house |
| Somebody got shot in they mouth |
| Gotta keep you a thumper, on the tuck, on the under |
| Can’t be shinin' too flossy, they’ll turn you into a body |
| Can’t be stuntin' too often, they’ll turn your car to a coffin |
| Have you coughin' up blood while you was smokin' your bud |
| And sippin' your barre, or should I say lean |
| Him and his hoe, now it’s a crime scene |
| I’m a master of reality |
| Rap about good times and casualties… UH! |
| From the bottom, and I ain’t ever changed |
| From broke to having my change, mayne |
| Get up and get it, don’t always place blame |
| I’ve been blessed by the game |
| This morning, the Lord tapped on my head |
| Said ‘If it wasn’t for me, you would be dead' |
| Got up out my bed, got on my knees and thanked Him |
| I was hecka scared, it was cloudy and rainy |
| When it come to communication, you gotta be smart |
| Put your pride to the side and have a heart-to-heart |
| With your family and folks, your friends and your foes |
| Life can be short or taller than a stripper pole |
| I’mma get my shit together, bruh, I promise, I betcha |
| I’m slappin' E-40, don’t shoot the messenger |
| Pack a Mac or a 40 just in case they test ya |
| Watch out for the Porky, pigs, they arrest ya |
| Some crooked, corrupted, attitude like ‘fuck it' |
| Some do they job and care about the public |
| I’m a master of reality |
| Rap about good times and casualties… BIATCH! |
| Techniques and tactics, mammoth mathematics |
| Runnin' through paper like it’s a laxative |
| Since I toddler valued a dollar, ya hear me? |
| I’m the same the dude, I ain’t an impostor, ya feel me? |
| When you get on your feet, don’t forget your peeps |
| ‘Cause they the ones that hold a nigga down in the streets |
| When it’s all said and done my testimony ain’t gon' be phony |
| Sometimes I lose count on how many people owe me money |
| Forget about it, hustla, just love ‘em and keep it pushin' |
| Never know when you gon' need a brother, we hoodlum |
| Boss, not a sucker, I love my loved ones, we folks |
| My bloods and my cousins grew up together, so dope |