Akon - Be More Careful feat E-40 lyrics

rate me

The more I look at her, the more I look it here

The streets are kinda crazy like damn, I gots to be more careful

It’s ugly out here mane.

These niggas out here talkin’, these bitches ain’t no good

I’m strapped up and I’m on one and wishin’ it go wood

I’m ridin’ ’round in my big thang, still up in my hood

I’m ridin’ ’round with that big thang cause niggas ain’t no good

I’ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful

I’ve got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful

I’ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful

I’ve got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful

Like Scarface, who can I trust?

Bonfire, this only us

I’m outchea, I gotta have it

Paper chasin’, I gotta grab it

Money talks, I don’t talk about it

Take the loss, be a boss about it

Catch me slippin’, I really doubt it

I don’t leave my house without it

My masterpiece, bad about it

Jealous nigga, that’s old shit

Laugh about, cop more whips

And hustle hard, get more chips

I got to be more careful, these niggas out here feds

I got to be more careful, go read what he said

It changed out here and all my silent niggas are gone

Somehow, somewhere, all the shit that went wrong

I never thought that it’d get to this

All these niggas, all snitchin’ in

If it’s too hot to handle it

Then stay on out and I’m catchin’ in

These niggas out here talkin’, these bitches ain’t no good

I’m strapped up and I’m on one and wishin’ it go wood

I’m ridin’ ’round in my big thang, still up in my hood

I’m ridin’ ’round with that big thang cause niggas ain’t no good

I’ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful

I’ve got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful

I’ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful

I’ve got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful

They slip outchea, Deba

Got to be more careful

Never leave the crib, never leave my home

Without my street instrument, my baritone

Blat! This what I put aside

Polite on the sucker, leave his face in his lap

I get it play the game of death, they don’t play fair

Gotta pack up 30 dig and always stay prepared

I got some Girl Scout cookies and some Jackie

A badass bitch with a short hair

Tatiana Ali but, blowin’ all up in my Ruprecon truck

Should I say G? Talk is cheap

Skatin’ through the streets your tremendous ass be

My money kinda tall but I don’t play ball

Actin’ all the pictures nick the paint off the wall

Wutchu need? Problem you havin’ mane?

I’m like the concierge, I can get you anything

My heart that pump, get my heart pumped, propane

I’ve always been a factor, I ain’t never gonna lame

Got a couple crash dummies that will wrap you like a mummy

Push you in the graveyard where it’s dark, got Sunny

Do it for a friend but I ain’t gotta give him money

Slap you with the kid and they’ll do anything for me

These niggas out here talkin’, these bitches ain’t no good

I’m strapped up and I’m on one and wishin’ it go wood

I’m ridin’ ’round in my big thang, still up in my hood

I’m ridin’ ’round with that big thang cause niggas ain’t no good

I’ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful

I’ve got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful

I’ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful

I’ve got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful