Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Choice, artist - E-40. Date of issue: 25.07.2019
Song language: English
No Choice |
| I stay drunker than a pirate, call me Blackbeard |
| Stick a fork in him, he done, he ain’t seared |
| These nerds be actin' hella weird and abnormal, bruh, they ain’t wired right |
| Maybe it’s the steroids in the food and they appetite |
| My scrilla stretch like cellulite, shittin' on 'em, baby wipes |
| It’s skanless in my region, gotta pack a peace pipe |
| Emirates airlines when I fly to Dubai, first class flights |
| It got a bar and a shower on the plane, that’s hella tight |
| From the gamin' I been famous since I was a little kid |
| In my district, my soil, in California where I live |
| Where your past can come back and haunt you, it’s karma, it’s Murphy’s Law |
| Mouth full of spitters and hubba rocks in my jaws |
| With our sawed-off shotguns and semi-automatics put you up in the plastic |
| Got no choice but to be a savage, it’s madness and it’s drastic |
| In our district, where we grew up slangin' dope (Hey) |
| The system was set up for us to choke (Ayy, biatch!) |
| Have no choice but to be a savage, thirty poke out the fabric, uh |
| Drippin' and splashin', coulda bought it, we won’t mind jackin', uh |
| Niggas be actin' so I ride with a clip that’s massive |
| I be trippin', I’m active, wave the stick like we doin' magic |
| Have no choice but to be a savage, thirty poke out the fabric |
| Nigga drippin' and splashin', coulda bought it, we won’t mind jackin' |
| Man, these niggas be actin' so I ride with a clip that’s massive |
| Trippin', I’m active, wave the stick like we doin' magic, ay, nigga |
| Niggas finessing choppers, Glockies, niggas, come get one |
| Bitches undressin', what you doin'? |
| I just need income |
| Big-ass pole like I’m Cardi B, watch me strip some |
| Fuck all that talkin', come back where you got your bitch from |
| Don’t play fair, big 40 came with a big drum |
| Dunkin', I’m air, watch your language, these bullets hit tons |
| Thumbin' through hundreds, now I’m trippin' 'cause this bitch skip one |
| If I go down, keep it a hundred like I’m Big Pun (Ayy) |
| Wave the stick like I’m doin' magic, I be slidin' with ratchets |
| All in traffic let 'em have it then swing it like nothin' happened |
| Gang-gang brought the choppers, if he trippin', knock off a fraction |
| I can’t love 'em, just fuck 'em, get the scissors, cut off distractions |
| You just rappin', stop the cappin', I’m really past the infraction |
| Keep it ratchet but pull up with a bitch, fulfill my passion |
| I can’t have it, keep the love and I really don’t want compassion |
| Bitch, I came up off the juugin', plottin', hittin' the mansions, lil' nigga |
| Have no choice but to be a savage, thirty poke out the fabric, uh |
| Drippin' and splashin', coulda bought it, we won’t mind jackin', uh |
| Niggas be actin' so I ride with a clip that’s massive |
| I be trippin', I’m active, wave the stick like we doin' magic |
| Have no choice but to be a savage, thirty poke out the fabric |
| Nigga drippin' and splashin', coulda bought it, we won’t mind jackin' |
| Man, these niggas be actin' so I ride with a clip that’s massive |
| Trippin', I’m active, wave the stick like we doin' magic, ay, nigga |
| I’m a goon with the spoon, I’ll chip you off somethin' proper |
| Got kicks like I’m into soccer, I’ll throw that thang in the water |
| And add the soda, mix it up 'til it’s harder |
| The price is right like Bob Barker, they in a line like The Carter |
| I got 'em fiendin' and tweakin', my hoodlums and heathens |
| 223 reasons to leave you leakin', choose one |
| I got a gun that’ll knock a nose off a elephant, I’m relevant |
| Fuck celibate, I’ll sell a bitch if I have to, if I must |
| I don’t put my trust in no ho, bitch, my mama all I trust |
| She ain’t gon' snitch, I promise you, she ain’t gon' throw me under the bus |
| She ain’t gon' miss and I’m promisin' you, my nigga, she a bust |
| She’ll do a bid for me before she see me in some cuffs |
| All my life I had it rough, I ain’t never been powder puff |
| Never been a weenie, I’ll disappear you genie |
| With a 14-Mini-Henny, untraceable, no identity |
| Better hope that you’re kin to me, don’t want me to be your enemy, biatch! |
| Have no choice but to be a savage, thirty poke out the fabric, uh |
| Drippin' and splashin', coulda bought it, we won’t mind jackin', uh |
| Niggas be actin' so I ride with a clip that’s massive |
| I be trippin', I’m active, wave the stick like we doin' magic |
| Have no choice but to be a savage, thirty poke out the fabric |
| Nigga drippin' and splashin', coulda bought it, we won’t mind jackin' |
| Man, these niggas be actin' so I ride with a clip that’s massive |
| Trippin', I’m active, wave the stick like we doin' magic, ay, nigga |
| Fresh on the beat, so you know that shit slaps |