Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song These Guys, artist - E-40. Date of issue: 29.08.2012
Song language: English
These Guys |
| Nice guys finish last and stay broke |
| Bad guys finish first, and push coke |
| From the bay, where they made the word playa hater |
| Where they shoot instead of squabbin' like hockey playas (2x) |
| I still got a mirror in my pocket |
| The kind of career I’m havin' at this age defies logic |
| I’m tryna get my one’s up, stack my issue? |
| Finger on my stapler, or should I say pistol |
| From the bay, where they made the word playa hater |
| Where they shoot instead of squabbin like hockey playas |
| Fat ass wad full a' hundreds, I ain’t got no cents |
| 40 Water, bring me up to speed, pimp |
| Nice guys finish last and stay broke |
| Bad guys finish first, and push coke |
| Ain’t nothing new under the sun |
| The gift of gab God blessed me with his tongue |
| In cahoots with the streets and the vocal booth |
| Solified, documented, partna' I got proof |
| Mouthpiece, shoulda been a pimp |
| I’m more than just a rapper, my nigga, I’m an event |
| California ain’t always sunny |
| California nose kinda runny |
| Might go to church on Sunday |
| And sell dope on Monday |
| One hand on the scale, the other one on the bible |
| Askin' the Lord to protect me from my enemies and my rivals |
| Posted with my Bushmaster chopper assault rifle |
| For those that ain’t ain’t welcomed Lookin out the window like Malcolm |
| That’s dramatics music straight from the gravel that underground |
| If I give you the script, you best not read it upside down |
| Man I drink too much, I got two dranks |
| Man I think too much, I got two brains |
| E-40, Fonzarelli, man I got two names |
| I got two chains so I tote two thangs |
| Sick-wid-it click thick like Wu-Tang |
| I’m the heart of the Bay, the artery and the veins |
| The club was crickets till E-40 walked in, I get it poppin' |
| Man, it was so quiet you could hear a mouse pistol cockin' |
| Man, it’s the block brochure, man, the ave almanac |
| The hustler’s handbook, the really lived that |
| Run off wit' my sack and get yo' helmet cracked |
| Have you gaspin for air, like an asthma attack |
| I’m from that 80's era when we didn’t wear no mascara |
| When we played by the rules, and seldom turned on dudes |
| Anything can be confused, any beef can be fixed |
| Long as nobody got knocked down, or tried to fuck your bitch |
| Some of my fellas so grimy that they ain’t never been to a club |
| Some of my fellas so street that they ain’t never been outta they hood |
| Hold court on the soil, not in front of a judge |
| Get down when you mad ain’t no need for holdin' a grudge |
| My my speakers, my whole system go |
| 40 what kinda amp you got Memphis mojo |
| Feezy where you been, playa, it’s been a while |
| Waitin around for this real shit to come back in style |