E-40 - Back In Business lyrics

rate me

This sounds like the jackpot

[Hook: x2]

We're back in business boys

We're back in business

We're back in business boys

We're back in business

The times comes and a man's gotta stop running away and face things [x2]

We're back in business boys

We're back in business

We're back in business boys

We're back in business

[Verse 1:]

Ugh (ugh)

Prepared for the hatred, well my problems off of my patriot

Boon up or get tuned up, rubbed off erased

stay dedicated and faithful to my camp (what about your camp?)

Titanium my love ones and get stamped

Stapled, removed, soil tested a block approve

Really a good dude, but he can get trued

From the school of hubba rocks and lifesavers up in the socks

Sprinting and running from the cops

The cherry, the sirens, the po-po Penelope one time

Alphabet boys the lettuce

Confisticated dog trainer attackes the K9 Sheppard

In order to do some right you gotta do some wrong

Got hella shit going on (what else)

The dusty, the dirty, the smirky, uhh

I ain't paranoid i'm prepared I ain't nervous

When you cooking birdies in the kitchen

Can't be slipping like a transmission gotta be on your peas and toes

It's hard to make an honest living when your kids ain't got no clothes

BITCH!

[Hook x2]

I'm interested in picking up a few hot dollars [x2]

We're back in business boys

We're back in business

We're back in business boys

We're back in business

[Verse 2:]

Play a game like it was meant to be played like the way it supposed to be

Money hungry and zany, soil savvy and grainy

Hard-headed and mannish me and my Filipinos and Hispanics

guamanians and Asians samoans tongans and Caucasians

California bears is not no California raisins

All of us is fools, all of us is patient

Ethiopians, afghanis and Eritreans

Africans, Jamaicans and Indians

Ugh, Ass animal, we some hood experienced

You can tell by the way I carry it that I'm a block barbarian

A goon with the spoon, wrist game sick

Paid the neighborhood chef to teach a nigga how to whip

A nigga how to whip, a fixture how to mix

Counter-clockwise twistin it, drop it off delivery

Never half step, go for the jumper

Get'cha money mane don't be a couch potato hustla

[Hook x2]

What I don't know I don't trust? [x2]

We're back in business boys

We're back in business

We're back in business boys

We're back in business

[Verse 3:]

Ugh

Fam you a silent dude your name came up

Right you goin live a long time, we just talked you up

But what was the subject about was the subject good or was it bad?

The subject was about how you made them suckers back up like a Seacrab

Got to raise the white flag, too many drinks they had

Disrespecting a boss that's how you get fucked off

You mean something you somebody you really stand for something

They got a big ass "N" on they chest (for what) for nothing

You know the homie with the two-tone dreads (what about him) he fucking

A couple of niggas brawls, they licked his sweaty balls

These hoes nowadays is dogs, giving up them draws

Do anything for the cash

wash her coochi off with the napkin and take a hooker bath

Ain't none of my niggas captians they gotta pay our macking ass

We be slummin and we be trappin in the slow lane and the fast

Money, hug, fame and kisses

Alcohol, weed and bitches mane we back to fuckin' business

BITCH!

[Hook x2]

This sound the jackpot [x2]

We're back in business boys

We're back in business

We're back in business boys

We're back in business

Thanks to sourdiesel@hotmail.com for correcting these lyrics