Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Happy to Be Here, artist - E-40. Date of issue: 13.03.2006
Song language: English
Happy to Be Here |
| Hard times, the struggle |
| The ups and downs, the highs and the lows |
| You know just goin through it man, ghetto politics |
| Tryin to make a way out of no way |
| I was the oldest, so I had to be, the daddy of the family |
| Momma had to work three jobs, oooh |
| Feet stickin through my shoes, skid marks in my drawers |
| Garage sales and flea markets, we never shopped at malls |
| No dental plan, no medikit — we poor like rain |
| Colored folks think that castor oil cures everythang |
| Pork chops and chicken, we like our food fried |
| Hypertension, Prenavil pills and hydro-chlorizide |
| Some of my family still living, some of my family died |
| Health complications, natural causes and homicide |
| Just tryin to survive, nothin to lose but plenty to gain |
| Started hustlin, flea flickin and servin that candy cane |
| Put all my cars in my lady name, as a true hustler should |
| She had a 9 to 5, worked at Planned Parenthood |
| While I was in the hood, up to no good |
| with a hoodie over my head, tryin to outslick the feds |
| Or should I say cops, at this point in time I only had rocks |
| Went from a little a jelly jar up to a soup pot |
| The fast quarter my negro, don’t want the slow nickel |
| I done seen yola the same color as peanut brittle |
| I done seen hella people relapse |
| I done seen my homey grandparents go back to crack |
| How sick is dat? |
| Beggin my loved ones to send some pictures |
| Pray for me over the phone and read me some scriptures |
| Oooh; |
| it’s gloomy out here, dark days ahead |
| God got my back but the devil he want my head |
| I’m just happy to be here right now |
| Lot of my folks been locked up or laid down |
| See I’m sayin I ain’t shed no tears, no But I’m just happy to be here |
| Listen to this, oooooh |
| The devil-me side know that some of y’all done seen it Somebody’s momma washin her son or her daughter’s bloodstain off the cement |
| Wrong place at the wrong time, infiltrators drop a dime |
| Mistaken identity, bullets start flyin |
| in every direction, hit a pregnant teen, she passed |
| But her baby live through a C-section |
| I know it sound foul and sound hecka rude, it ain’t cool |
| But it go down like that sometime when you’re funkin, and you’re puttin down a move |
| We heartless and shrewd in this day and age, it ain’t the same |
| Our parents need to beat us with a belt, like Poody Tang |
| I be high like an airplane |
| I be smokin and perkin, takin out anger and stress on the wrong person |
| Re-uppin and coppin turf an' just servin the soil block |
| Grittin tryin to put some gifts in my kid’s Christmas stock' |
| Ooooh — pour out some liquor and shed a tear |
| For the homies that never made it and family that ain’t here |
| So happy |
| You know I’m happy to be Said I’m happy, so happy just to be here |
| To beeeeeee, to beeeeeeeeeeee |
| To beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee (I'm so happy) |
| (Oh I’m so happy) |
| I’m so happy to be, to beeeeeeee-heeeeeeeeee |
| To beeeeeeeee (to be here) |