Quarterbackin

(álbum: Breakin' News - 2003)

[E-40]
The definition of quarterbacking
[Scratched]
the quarterback..

[Verse 1 Malice]
Tell the cops don't read into it
Them days of slanging yay been finished, them days have been done ended
So far gone them days that I'm offended
Snitches can't speak my name till they get winded
Can't you tell there's been a switch made?
Now fellas decide that they wanna run and tell like in the fifth grade
But I'm too gone, young'n be clear
Even when you see me, I am not really there
And I ain't play fair wit' my eye on the enemy
Hugging the block just me and my mini-me
Did it and lived it, grinded here
Cops filling wit' my projects find it yeah
Not only was I in the game, I was gifted in it
Served food to the fiends and we called 'em dinners
Put the raw wit' the fake out, mixed it in it
Can't explain the cat's hustle, guess it just was in
It's Malicious

[Chorus E-40]
If you got the turf cracking and ya money's stacking, ya
Quarterbacking, Quarterbacking
Leader of the squad and your the team captain
Quaterbacking, Quarterbacking
Gotta little change and ya driving a range
Quarterbacking, Quarterbacking
If ya sound system bangs, and ya pushing them thangs
Quarterbacking, Quarterbacking

[Verse 2 E-40]
Might not know what I'm talking about
If you ain't never lived it, or seen it, or done it
Seen fiends vomit, green stuff I had to clean it up wit' comet
Mean stuff, so many deaths my streets is haunted
Believe us, you shoulda seen us, like Wile E. Coyote, man super genius
Against all odds like Serena and Venus
I only had a couple jobs in my life, but not too many thought I was grown
Who woulda thought I'd sell my skill for a microphone
And be rapping about it up in the song, sliding on some chrome
It's long money I earn, I'm bald headed, but I used to have a lord Jesus perm
When my name was earl before the rap game
Running from secret squirrel, I had my own thang
Raised by wolves, hyenas, and barracudas, gorillas and bulls

[Chorus]

[Pusha T]
I play the field like Vick, from endzone to endzone
Serve that ish like snowcones in the hood
Entrenched in the gutter, I was lost in the good
Cuz I make the gat stutta like a old G should
Mamas lookin, so much snooking
Nights in the kitchen thought I'd never finish cooking
Way before pay for this that I'm mouthing
19 years young, upward of 80 thousand
Trust me young'n Pusha was never browsing for nothing section 8 housing
I'm stomping thru like King Kong claiming his home, his jungle
Mumblers beware the hood hates singers
I connect, block the corner like Jenga, fall never, you seen 'em
Posted in the hood leaning fiends like the Tower of Pisa
Damn he's good..

[Chorus x2]

[E-40 Talking]
Now of course you know I ain't talking about sports
I'm talking about runnin some shit
I'm talking about workestrating and illustrating
Glorifying ya paper route
Whether it serve it to, uh..
Getting out there hustling, gritting and grinding
Doing ya thug-thizzlemajiggadale
Quarterbacking man, hustling main
Trust that main, yeah, in real life main
Some call it pitching, some call it grinding
We call it Quarterbacking
Yeah, and I ain't talking about sports, trust that main..

[scratched until fade:] The Quarterback