Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Don't like Em, artist - E-40. Date of issue: 25.07.2019
Song language: English
I Don't like Em |
| I don’t like 'em, blood, I just don’t |
| Phony, fake muthafuckas, man, I don’t like 'em |
| It’s a reason, I mean, I mean, I’m a good person |
| I love ev—I love a lot of people, man, but I can see evil |
| I can look right through you like Scotch Tape |
| I don’t like muthafuckas that ain’t ever had no money |
| And when they finally get some money they act funny |
| I don’t like 'em, I don’t like 'em |
| I don’t like when fools tell on their co-defendants for reduced time |
| Knowin' they both did the crime |
| I don’t like 'em, I don’t like 'em (Ooh) |
| I don’t like when niggas drag me in they mess |
| «E-40 said this, E-40 said that» |
| That’s some sucka shit, you pussies hella fake |
| Got my name in their mouth 'cause my name carry weight |
| So many really fufu, game-goofy cornballs |
| Where your daddies and your uncles at? |
| Who raised y’all? |
| If the shoe fit then wear it, my nigga, please |
| Niggas don’t wanna see you blessed, even when you sneeze (Achoo!) |
| I don’t owe nobody shit, I didn’t get a loan |
| At the beginning of my career, I was all alone |
| No matter what you do for fools, they ain’t satisfied |
| They wouldn’t send their condolences if your mama died |
| Damned if you do, damned if you don’t |
| Frenemies become enemies, it’s fonk (Fonk) |
| We don’t play Checkers no more, we play Tonk (Tonk) |
| I’ll smash on one of you niggas, say I won’t (Biatch!) |
| I don’t like muthafuckas that ain’t ever had no money |
| And when they finally get some money they act funny |
| I don’t like 'em, I don’t like 'em |
| I don’t like when fools tell on their co-defendants for reduced time |
| Knowin' they both did the crime |
| I don’t like 'em, I don’t like 'em (Ooh, uh, Cousin Fik, look, uh) |
| I don’t like niggas that rat (No snitches) |
| So don’t bring that sucka wit' you when you come through to the trap |
| I don’t like when niggas try to cap (Uh-uh) |
| I don’t like when niggas smile in my face and talk behind my back |
| Niggas can’t keep it a rack (Can't keep it a rack) |
| Not ready to buy lows, how you run off with a pack? |
| Type of shit is that? |
| Type of shit that’ll get you whacked |
| I don’t like when bitches play with this game, I got the shit you lack |
| Put the house on it, bet, that’s a fact (Bet somethin') |
| I don’t like when I pass my weed and a nigga don’t pass it back |
| Smoked out and I’m tacked |
| I don’t like when the police walk up to my car and want my windows cracked |
| Take that somewhere else |
| I don’t like when a dirty-ass bitch don’t care about her health |
| I don’t like shit but that stick on the shelf (That's it) |
| I don’t like shit so I sticks to myself (That's it) |
| I don’t like muthafuckas that ain’t ever had no money |
| And when they finally get some money they act funny |
| I don’t like 'em, I don’t like 'em |
| I don’t like when fools tell on their co-defendants for reduced time |
| Knowin' they both did the crime |
| I don’t like 'em, I don’t like 'em (Ooh) |
| Ay, nigga on that wave shit, capsize |
| Playin' with them hog ties, front door motorized |
| Trap house televised (Televised), I don’t like 'em (I don’t like 'em) |
| They cooperate (Cooperate), so they indict 'em |
| Playin' with them alphabets then gotta eat your soup |
| That one for my young bull who ain’t comin' off the stoop |
| I don’t like the temperature, I’ma go adjust the dial (Okay, nigga) |
| It’s enough for everybody, Golden Corral, nigga |
| (Come on, say that, come on, come back) |
| Nigga, Coke and smile, nigga |
| Big bag of that loud, nigga (Big bag of that loud, boy) |
| I don’t like when the eavesdrop (Nigga) |
| Get so high, nigga ears pop |
| Switch up with that bread, he ain’t really know what’s up |
| His shit wasn’t real, nah, it wasn’t heartfelt (Hell nah) |
| I don’t cover up for people, I don’t make excuses |
| And I don’t like them bitches wanna be around us, users |
| I don’t like muthafuckas that ain’t ever had no money |
| And when they finally get some money they act funny |
| I don’t like 'em, I don’t like 'em |
| I don’t like when fools tell on their co-defendants for reduced time |
| Knowin' they both did the crime |
| I don’t like 'em, I don’t like 'em (Ooh) |
| I don’t like 'em, I don’t like 'em |
| I don’t like 'em, I don’t like 'em |