Текст песни E-40 - Seasoned
E-40 - Seasoned слова песни
Tragedy.. mmhmm mmhmm.. misery and triumphPiss poor, you know?Catastrophic momentsThey wanna know why I`m so seasoned, y`knowWelfare recipient - there`s a reason why I`m seasonedMy folks out there in the ghetto.. the slums..The projects.. and the beat down, renovated apartment complexesSmell me![E-40]Uh, you in a new school whipCustom painted candy apricot butterI`m in an antique old school four do`Muffler draggin beat up dusterWith scrapes and scratches, nicks and scarsY`all get to drink out of wine glasseswe gotta drink out of jelly jarsDown and out like four flat tires no washing machine nor dryerJust a pillowcase sack and a bunch of clothes wrappedin a sheet on our way to the laundrymatWill I ever get paid, can I make a dollar out of fifteen cents?Y`alls got it made, we broke and starvin barely payin the rentSleepless nights, alligator t-uh-tearsMommy arguin wit my daddy, daddy drunk too many beers911 Mr. Po-Po, dey ain`t happy wit day marriagePops tryna beat her down and make her have a miscarriageMy cousin shoots the needle, she be gone for daysShe on that da-ah-diesel, she gone end up wit AIDSI told her I love her I swear I just told herbut you know what she said to me?Everybody got a gay or at least one dopefiend in they familyYou ain`t the only one wit a reject in yo` familyThat`s real The reasoned the reasoned that we`re seasoned Seasoned and we, feel our paper won`t disappear Ohhh, hey it`s been a long time in the bay with God on our side we have somethin to say and through the hard times we survive the game Survive the gameIf y`all smell onions - that`s my arms potentThe reason I`m musty is cause, we ain`t got no mo` deordorantThe laughin stock - patna, we ain`t got no cashFeet stinkin through my shoes in P.E. classI`m thriznew with biznein briznoke; I`m about to hiznit the griznindAnd if I get popped it ain`t half no more it`s 80% percent of my time But that`s ah cha-ah-chance, that I`ma have to-ah-takeToday my son birthday and I can`t even buy a cakeI`m so damn through-a-through, I had a J.O.B.You want me to cut my perm, oh y`all gone ave to fire meMy fellow just got out da joint, thought he might be okayBut my fellow got out and got stapled 26 times the same damn dayWho wanna get dunked on? In the the flatlands it ain`t never too latePatna all we need is a piece of plywood and a milk carton crateWhat about dat shopping basket, you know I`m smartWe can gone take the wheels off that and ma-a-make a go cartYo peoples blessed you, I started from a quarter ounceYou came in the dope game wit a silver spoon up in yo` mouthWhy we gotta gamble maine we hurtin, you got all the bucksIn the ghetto we play dominoes for push ups The reasoned the reasoned that we are seasoned Seasoned and we, feel our paper won`t disappear Ohhh, it`s been a long time in the bay with God on our side we have somethin to say and through the hard times we survive the game Survive the gameYou dig? You knowMy people just tryin to make a way out of nowhere, you dig?You know, the trials and tribulations, you dig?It`s hard times out here y`knowY`know we just tryin to do our thing.. I remember when I was just a young boy Growin up things was real hard for me No food on the table, no clothes on my back Lord have mercy But my mother told me to stay strong Hey, it`s been a long time, in the Bay With God on our side we have somethin to say And through the hard times we survive the game Survive the game