E 40 - "Hope I Don't Go Back Video Version" lyrics
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officer tapping on E 40's car window with nightstick]
[E 40] Whas happenin'
[E 40] Take what inside'
[PIGG] You need to take it inside.
[PIGG] You're disturbing the peace.
[E 40 looks the other way and goes 'Pssssh!']
[E 40 having a playalistic converstaion with Ice T]
Yeah yeah I done got too big to be hoppin over barbed wire fences
But I had this one broad
right'
And a VHS camera
SHE was so damn sprung she use [edited]
I promise you playboy
What' Uhh, and ahh, and a VHS camera *Ice-T cracks up*
It was somethin serious, felt so damn good
*Chorus: repeat 2X*
Hope I don't go back to slangin ya-yo
Slangin llello, to get my maillll
[Ice-T talking to a cat who LOOKS like E-40
[cat] See a lot of people don't know
after they walked into the studio]
the legendary status of which I come from
[cat] Old school like Cab Calloway
[IceT] Right
[cat] Hot damn I taught him his thang he do
Verse One: E-40
Been a hustler since birth, mama sellin dubs in church
Red-handed, caught me stealin money our her purse
Got branded, permanent whip scars on my back
Cause I used to get beat, with racing car tracks
But now me got wealth, holdin a conference call on my
hands free car telephone lookin like I'm talkin to myself
Shootin the breeze cuttin it up real smooth like
Talkin about it, by the way B
choppin it up like two business men
Or maybe next door in Gary Payton bowling alley
what we doin' this week on SoundScan'
If I ain't in Japan, I'm in the Valley
Or maybe at the shootin range, me and Banks
Or on the golf course, with Merton Hanks
with a beat that's out of this world, lookin down on doctors
Or we lay in the sun, give me my propers
Sippin on the porch, watchin my kids play basketball
in the backyard on a 40 by 63 foot long sports court
*Chorus*
Verse Two: E-40
' days like this were made strictly for outdoors
Twenty inch gold super Bravos on my ' everybody ain't poor
Business spot up in the wilderness, coyotes and wild boars
[E 40] Whas happenin'
[E 40] Take what inside'
[PIGG] You need to take it inside.
[PIGG] You're disturbing the peace.
[E 40 looks the other way and goes 'Pssssh!']
[E 40 having a playalistic converstaion with Ice T]
Yeah yeah I done got too big to be hoppin over barbed wire fences
But I had this one broad
right'
And a VHS camera
SHE was so damn sprung she use [edited]
I promise you playboy
What' Uhh, and ahh, and a VHS camera *Ice-T cracks up*
It was somethin serious, felt so damn good
*Chorus: repeat 2X*
Hope I don't go back to slangin ya-yo
Slangin llello, to get my maillll
[Ice-T talking to a cat who LOOKS like E-40
[cat] See a lot of people don't know
after they walked into the studio]
the legendary status of which I come from
[cat] Old school like Cab Calloway
[IceT] Right
[cat] Hot damn I taught him his thang he do
Verse One: E-40
Been a hustler since birth, mama sellin dubs in church
Red-handed, caught me stealin money our her purse
Got branded, permanent whip scars on my back
Cause I used to get beat, with racing car tracks
But now me got wealth, holdin a conference call on my
hands free car telephone lookin like I'm talkin to myself
Shootin the breeze cuttin it up real smooth like
Talkin about it, by the way B
choppin it up like two business men
Or maybe next door in Gary Payton bowling alley
what we doin' this week on SoundScan'
If I ain't in Japan, I'm in the Valley
Or maybe at the shootin range, me and Banks
Or on the golf course, with Merton Hanks
with a beat that's out of this world, lookin down on doctors
Or we lay in the sun, give me my propers
Sippin on the porch, watchin my kids play basketball
in the backyard on a 40 by 63 foot long sports court
*Chorus*
Verse Two: E-40
' days like this were made strictly for outdoors
Twenty inch gold super Bravos on my ' everybody ain't poor
Business spot up in the wilderness, coyotes and wild boars
to be blessed with success with an independent-ass record label
Check it out, marbles, I got the game from my Uncle Saint Thomas
Used to bank across the street at Wells Fargo
but now it's Merrill Lynch
And just think, I used to sit the bench
I remember gettin chased by the cops, had to get my stomach pumped
robably waitin for me outside of Vallejo Kaiser Permanente
full of a quarter ounce of rocks, late afternoon
emergency room with glocks, ready to ride
and hang me to death, somehow I managed to make my escape through
the back of the cafeteria by the vending machine department quickly
Found myself runnin through the Friendship Apartment Complex
over there by the railroad tracks, around the corner from the
People's Continuation High School
Somewhere off in the lights, behind Je-nai's Liquor ooh
*Chorus*
Verse Three: E-40
Now it seems the, white-collared crimes, are hookin up phones
Get my mail, check it out, dope game ain't goin
"Charlie Hustle, I got a few homies, I'm doing a compilation
Should I go with ''"
I tell em, "Hell yeah that's a done deal.." drew them off the hinges
' them did my cover and my bus benches
Game warrior invested, worldwide Sick-Wid-It clique, independent chips
take his other money right, and then he'll sit up here
Lay that down, lay that down, that's what I'm sayin
and he'll take it then he'll say "hold on main"
I'm gonna tell you it's cool, cause your playa partner
Let me handle some phone booths
Let me get off into the florist business, Beamers, barbershops,
Let me get off into the business, dealers, ballers
merchants, whatever fertilizes the right way of livin
get into commercial lots
You dig what I'm sayin man' Ay look
Playboy, I look at myself and I say "hold on main"
Lemme see what's down, lemme translate it, lemme translate it into
some
marbles, lemme liquidate my revenues, you understand what I'm sayin'
40-Watermelon
Ay, but look here, I'm here to sprinkle my
Godzilla-brawler-playboy-potnas
-untouchable-mafia-game-warriors to adjust to the situations that goes
down in they life; I ain't playin' wit it man!
Singer: There's too many jealous brothers in this game, I can't stand
*Chorus*
the
same...I gotta mine
*Chorus*
Singer: I gotta get my money on
[Outro]
Singer: Don't wanna go, don't wanna go, back to the game, hey
Check it out, marbles, I got the game from my Uncle Saint Thomas
Used to bank across the street at Wells Fargo
but now it's Merrill Lynch
And just think, I used to sit the bench
I remember gettin chased by the cops, had to get my stomach pumped
robably waitin for me outside of Vallejo Kaiser Permanente
full of a quarter ounce of rocks, late afternoon
emergency room with glocks, ready to ride
and hang me to death, somehow I managed to make my escape through
the back of the cafeteria by the vending machine department quickly
Found myself runnin through the Friendship Apartment Complex
over there by the railroad tracks, around the corner from the
People's Continuation High School
Somewhere off in the lights, behind Je-nai's Liquor ooh
*Chorus*
Verse Three: E-40
Now it seems the, white-collared crimes, are hookin up phones
Get my mail, check it out, dope game ain't goin
"Charlie Hustle, I got a few homies, I'm doing a compilation
Should I go with ''"
I tell em, "Hell yeah that's a done deal.." drew them off the hinges
' them did my cover and my bus benches
Game warrior invested, worldwide Sick-Wid-It clique, independent chips
take his other money right, and then he'll sit up here
Lay that down, lay that down, that's what I'm sayin
and he'll take it then he'll say "hold on main"
I'm gonna tell you it's cool, cause your playa partner
Let me handle some phone booths
Let me get off into the florist business, Beamers, barbershops,
Let me get off into the business, dealers, ballers
merchants, whatever fertilizes the right way of livin
get into commercial lots
You dig what I'm sayin man' Ay look
Playboy, I look at myself and I say "hold on main"
Lemme see what's down, lemme translate it, lemme translate it into
some
marbles, lemme liquidate my revenues, you understand what I'm sayin'
40-Watermelon
Ay, but look here, I'm here to sprinkle my
Godzilla-brawler-playboy-potnas
-untouchable-mafia-game-warriors to adjust to the situations that goes
down in they life; I ain't playin' wit it man!
Singer: There's too many jealous brothers in this game, I can't stand
*Chorus*
the
same...I gotta mine
*Chorus*
Singer: I gotta get my money on
[Outro]
Singer: Don't wanna go, don't wanna go, back to the game, hey
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