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E-40

No Choice

 

No Choice

(álbum: Practice Makes Paper - 2019)


[E-40 & James Too Cold:]
I stay drunker than a pirate, call me Blackbeard
Stick a fork in him, he done, he ain't seared
These nerds be acting hella weird and abnormal, bruh, they ain't wired right
Maybe it's the steroids in the food and they appetite
My scrilla stretch like cellulite, shitting on 'em, baby wipes
It's skanless in my region, gotta pack a peace pipe
Emirates airlines when I fly to Dubai, first class flights
It got a bar and a shower on the plane, that's hella tight
From the gaming I been famous since I was a little kid
In my district, my soil, in California where I live
Where your past can come back and haunt you, it's karma, it's Murphy's Law
Mouth full of spitters and hubba rocks in my jaws
With our sawed-off shotguns and semi-automatics put you up in the plastic
Got no choice but to be a savage, it's madness and it's drastic
In our district, where we grew up slanging dope (Hey)
The system was set up for us to choke (Ayy, biatch!)

[James Too Cold:]
Have no choice but to be a savage, thirty poke out the fabric, uh
Dripping and splashing, coulda bought it, we won't mind jacking, uh
Niggas be acting so I ride with a clip that's massive
I be tripping, I'm active, wave the stick like we doing magic
Have no choice but to be a savage, thirty poke out the fabric
Nigga dripping and splashing, coulda bought it, we won't mind jacking
Man, these niggas be acting so I ride with a clip that's massive
Tripping, I'm active, wave the stick like we doing magic, ay, nigga

Niggas finessing choppers, Glockies, niggas, come get one
Bitches undressing, what you doin'? I just need income
Big-ass pole like I'm Cardi B, watch me strip some
Fuck all that talking, come back where you got your bitch from
Don't play fair, big 40 came with a big drum
Dunking, I'm air, watch your language, these bullets hit tons
Thumbing through hundreds, now I'm tripping 'cause this bitch skip one
If I go down, keep it a hundred like I'm Big Pun (Ayy)
Wave the stick like I'm doing magic, I be sliding with ratchets
All in traffic let 'em have it then swing it like nothing happened
Gang-gang brought the choppers, if he tripping, knock off a fraction
I can't love 'em, just fuck 'em, get the scissors, cut off distractions
You just rapping, stop the capping, I'm really past the infraction
Keep it ratchet but pull up with a bitch, fulfill my passion
I can't have it, keep the love and I really don't want compassion
Bitch, I came up off the juuging, plotting, hitting the mansions, lil' nigga

Have no choice but to be a savage, thirty poke out the fabric, uh
Dripping and splashing, coulda bought it, we won't mind jacking, uh
Niggas be acting so I ride with a clip that's massive
I be tripping, I'm active, wave the stick like we doing magic
Have no choice but to be a savage, thirty poke out the fabric
Nigga dripping and splashing, coulda bought it, we won't mind jacking
Man, these niggas be acting so I ride with a clip that's massive
Tripping, I'm active, wave the stick like we doing magic, ay, nigga

[E-40:]
I'm a goon with the spoon, I'll chip you off something proper
Got kicks like I'm into soccer, I'll throw that thang in the water
And add the soda, mix it up 'til it's harder
The price is right like Bob Barker, they in a line like The Carter
I got 'em fiending and tweaking, my hoodlums and heathens
223 reasons to leave you leaking, choose one
I got a gun that'll knock a nose off a elephant, I'm relevant
Fuck celibate, I'll sell a bitch if I have to, if I must
I don't put my trust in no ho, bitch, my mama all I trust
She ain't gon' snitch, I promise you, she ain't gon' throw me under the bus
She ain't gon' miss and I'm promising you, my nigga, she a bust
She'll do a bid for me before she see me in some cuffs
All my life I had it rough, I ain't never been powder puff
Never been a weenie, I'll disappear you genie
With a 14-Mini-Henny, untraceable, no identity
Better hope that you're kin to me, don't want me to be your enemy, biatch!

[James Too Cold:]
Have no choice but to be a savage, thirty poke out the fabric, uh
Dripping and splashing, coulda bought it, we won't mind jacking, uh
Niggas be acting so I ride with a clip that's massive
I be tripping, I'm active, wave the stick like we doing magic
Have no choice but to be a savage, thirty poke out the fabric
Nigga dripping and splashing, coulda bought it, we won't mind jacking
Man, these niggas be acting so I ride with a clip that's massive
Tripping, I'm active, wave the stick like we doing magic, ay, nigga

Fresh on the beat, so you know that shit slaps

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