Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Neva Broke, artist - E-40.
Date of issue: 28.09.2009
Song language: English
Neva Broke |
Hey, what’s up my nigga |
Check this out you been listenin’for awhile |
Why don’t you tell these niggas |
What they really thinkin’about |
When be wrappin’this mail |
Turn my mail, I talk to rappers when I touch down |
I’ma go by me a check with my bitches welfare check |
And if I hurt her feelings who gives a fuck |
I’m out for myself, bout to make me a smooth cover |
I keep it on the under in a closet on the hush hush |
On my way to victories downtown surplus |
To get a blend aqua windbreaker |
To match blue latchin’vendeta |
Scadalism, that’s what I’m majorin’in |
Yeah, murderism I’m doin’niggas in So give up the ghost my nigga |
Remember me, I used to be your main nigga |
But fuck ya, I’m jealous and I hate ya fuckin’guts |
I got it in me cause ya clockin’do-do bucks |
Break yourself, makin’quarters, ladies rings, chains |
I’ll take that cartridge out and set it on the range |
Prepare for the jack if ya sellin’coke |
As long as I got me a strap nigga, I’m never broke |
As long as I got me a strap, I’m never broke |
Got the nigga car at the mall on bricks |
Beat strip, beat tip fucked him like a bitch |
I’m that nigga to hate playas |
A playa hater starvin’like Somalia |
You got some yo-yo |
Cause I’m right back chokin’again |
Chokin’mo’now before I did when I went in Tomorrow I got to go take a piss test for real |
I’m tryin’to clean out my system with stay clean and golden seals |
But I’m gon’be late, I’m on vacation |
Because it’s too early for me to go back on a violation |
Fuck my P.O. |
I need some M-O |
N-E-Y so I can get high and kick in this nigga’s door |
It’s four in the morning I’m on a mission peep |
The best time to catch a nigga in his sleep |
Wake ya ass motherfucker I know ya rich |
Tell me where the fuck is yours, I’ma bust ya bitch |
Do dick in ya greasel I tie him up And made him watch me poke her, I’m never broke |
Do dick in ya greasel I tie him up Then I made him watch me poke her, I’m never broke |
I’m never broke |
Baby crevice was tight like a pair of vice grips |
I looked at pop and said You must got a lil’dick |
Havin’shame he was cryin’like a toddler |
Nigga couldn’t stand here baby scream and holler |
I said You got one mo’time nigga where is the minl |
He said It’s in the den right corner, top vent |
Folks remember that I’m scandalous and anti-fuckless |
I carry diseases such as herpes and nut pluckers |
Nutted in the bitch, kissed her on her lips |
Made her get up and suck a little dick |
The bitch had her some play though |
Ya know she deep throat my big ol' |
I dropped my strap like a sucker would |
She said How does it feel I said Good |
She said You know this ain’t the way to mix business with pleasure |
I said I know this ain’t the weather to make miserable pleasure |
You know this ain’t the weather to mix business and pleasure |
Shit, she tried to bite off my pecker |
Helped rex loose, I hangin’juice |
And after juice you beggin’for this shit |
Like you gon’knock it out better |
Picked up my tech up off the ground |
Pistol whipped, tied up sittin’down |
I need a black screwdriver but a butter knife will do To the vent I went to collect all my due |
Struck out the side of boss game steward |
Hopped in my hoo-ride made a left on Newark |
Through the dark alleys black this black that |
As long as I got me a strap look I’m never broke, yeah |
I’m never broke |
Oh I see |
So what you’re saying is a girl |
Is something like an investment |
Keep your revenues up to par |
And all you need is a strap |
Precisely that’s how motherfuckers make them fat lick-backs |
See I’m way respected in the rap industry |
Cause I skip, spit that real-life type shit |
Feel it, so let’s hustle up the true motherfuckers |
Apart from the tarp |
And the motherfuckin’good from the not huh |