Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pain No More , by - E-40. Release date: 23.11.2008
Song language: English
Pain No More |
| I came from the bottom of the barrel |
| To everyday new apparel, from a shoe string budget |
| To more jewelry than a pharaoh |
| About a place called Vallejo |
| House smaller than that hut |
| First city in California to go bankrupt |
| Came a long way let the truth be told |
| Penitentiary chances sweatin' over the stove |
| Seen 'em come and go, I’m the last of my crop |
| Don’t compare me to nobody less ya talkin' bout Pac |
| Just tryin' to survive and stay alive |
| So many of my people done died |
| Now days, you an OG, if you live to be 25 |
| My partner in there with his grand daddy, doin' 25 |
| Liftin' water bags, doin' Burpees exercise |
| I hand pick my friends, cause people ain’t trustable |
| Feelings like bras, their motives is questionable |
| Suckers sneak diss me then call me up on the phone |
| They say 40 Water I just wanna be on |
| Yeah |
| Hey yo 40 |
| Let me talk to you for a minute, homie |
| They say money make the world go round |
| And since I’m worth 20 mil |
| I wanna see this bitch spin like the rims on a Schwinn |
| Hop on that bike, ride through the neighborhood |
| Compton on smash, them boys get cash |
| Money like Baby do, I gotta scar over my heart |
| Cause that’s what hatin’ll do |
| So watch ya back like a tattoo artist |
| A coffin don’t give a fuck about who the hardest |
| You lay with the people who more pray |
| Get ya name etched in stone, witcha born day |
| Small talk over a glass of Grand Marnier |
| As I sip from the class, my mind starts packin' his Louis Vatton bags |
| Take a trip to the past, hear that shot gun blast |
| See my brother lying dormant, IV’s in his arm |
| Can’t you see he got piss bag? |
| 17 years old and you niggas wonder why I’m so cold |
| Let me get a fifth of Celandia |
| Plate of some candy |
| Cindy, Sandy, Mindy, Mandy |
| Tina, Brandy, Keisha, Angie |
| Man we, can we, all get a long |
| Two shots of patron |
| I did it till the break of dawn |
| Big fish in the pond, runnin' my triathalon |
| Doggy dogg, keep the bomb |
| One of a kind, blow yo mind just like Einstein |
| Blow and shine |
| I’m gettin mine, prime time like 21 |
| Get 'er done, Everything in my life I make it look like fun |
| Every day of my life, I’m tryin' to get my buzz on |
| Cuz on, some on other shit, I’m keepin' it on the under, bitch |
| So much pain I over came, same thing |
| Me and 40 and Game came from the same gang |
| But you wouldn’t understand |
| I’m populatin' wit my weakest translation |
| That’s my main mane, let me hit that damn thang |