E-40 - The Story lyrics

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Chorus:

Here's a little story I got to tell

And this dis goes on, again and again

Uh, Uh

Here's a little story I got to tell

And this dis goes on, again and again

Uh, Uh

Here's a little story I got to tell

And this dis goes on, again and again

Uh, Uh

Here's a little story I got to tell

And this dis goes on, again and again

Uh, Uh

Verse 1:

I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel

You can repent and come with god or you can know a devil

You can go and get a job or you can do some federal

but if I were you, I'd straighten up and do some next level

I often tweek when I drive (drives)

How can a small town like Vallejo have all these homicides?

Man, fools be droppin like flies

Maybe we do need mo brothers sellin' bean pies

And it's a fool cuz everybody mama's know each other

It ain't cool, but you know black folks like to act they color

Wonder why all the good people get put through some many

different changes of the weather

And all those folks that do wrong seem like they

live forever

I wish I can rewind time

Remember when we used to get free lunch, and the

city bus used to cost a dime?

Runnin around, talkin about you got the cooties

Liftin up skirts, and touchin girl's booties

Boy, take those shoes off before ya come up in dis house

And whatever you do, don't you sit on grandmama's plastic

covered couch

Why is it that when all the homeys get togethor, we get back

in the dayz

And how come every time we get drunk somebody bring up AIDS

Life is something you can't borrow and give back

Here today and gone tomorrow

Just like that

Pat yo rats on yo back (Patch your rats on your back)

Take some time out yo waltz (Take some time out yo waltz)

And tell your loved ones that you love em every so often

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Verse 2:

Uh, Uh fetti is the key to end all your woes

Contemporary crib, cash, cars and clothes

But fetti cause problems like guns and spears

Familys fall out and don't talk for years

Like my cromey (Like my cromey)

They called him big bread Ed

His first cousin set him up and left his ass for dead

Churches, wakes, nothing unusual, seem like every other

damn day I'm buyin a brand new suit for a funeral

Have yo pockets ever lost weight, and you ain't even tried

Did you wonder if yo cash was on a diet

See, when you're up, everybody wanna come around

But when ya down, ain't nobody out there to be found

If you love someone you should tell em often

Ya never know when they'll be layin in a coffin

Dedicated to my peoples up in jail

Ya partner 40-wada gotta story to tell (a story to tell)

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Verse 3:

You can take da ninja out da getto (the getto)

But not the getto out da ninja, give me life for 3 rocks

But I won't surrender

Oh he's a heathen (heathen), look at the way he dress

He must be dealin (dealin) how did he get that Lex

Of course, if it ain't used get spokes, it's crime and coast

It's all dey work

Shootin shit up and actin tough, ridin around with gold n stuff

It's rough

How much money you earn, enough, I own my own law firm

Don't need a tux, I twerks peacoats and kakis (kakis)

Levis and t-shirts (Levis and t-shirts), whatever the street's works

(street's works)

Partner - dude, you been actin kinda funny lately since you even

got a few bucks

But I'm still folks, Wilson Park, 'member three flies up

And this goes on, again and again

Dis goes on, again and again

Ain't nothin changed but the terror-tory (territory)

Same time, different day, different story

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