I still got a mirror in my pocket
The kind of career I'm having at this age defies logic
I'm trying to get my wands up, stack my issue finger on my stapler
Or should I say pistol?
From the back where they made the word player-hater
Where they shoot instead of squabbling like hockey players
Fat-ass wad full of hunnids, I ain't got no sense
40 water, bring me up to speed, PM
Nice guys finish last and stay broke Bad guys finish first and push count
Ain't nothing new under the sun The gift of gab, God bless me with his tongue
In cahoots with the streets and the vocal booth
Solidified, documented, partner, I got proof
Mouthpiece, I got proof
Should've been a pimp, I'm more than just a rapper, my nigga, I'm an event
Nice guys finish last and stay broke Bad guys finish first and push count
From the back where they made the word player-hater
Where they shoot instead of squabbling like hockey players
Nice guys finish last and stay broke Bad guys finish first and push count
From the back where they made the word player-hater
Where they shoot instead of squabbling like hockey players
California ain't always sunny, California knows be runny
Might go to church on Sunday, then sail dope on Monday
One hand on the scale, the other went on the Bible
I ain't got no sense, I ain't got no sense
Waxing the Lord to protect me from my enemies and my rival
Hosted with my Bushmaster chopper, assault rifle
For those that ain't welcome, looking out the window like Malcolm
Extra-manish music straight from the gravel, that underground
If I give you the script, you better not read it upside down
Man, I drink too much, I got two drinks Man, I think too much, I got two brains
E45's a rally, man, I got two names I got two chains, so I tote two thangs
Sick with it, click-dick like Wu-Tang I'm the heart of the bank, the artery in the
vein The club was crickets till E40 walked in,
I get it poppin' Man, it was so quiet, you could hear me
hear a mouse piss on cotton
Nice guys finish last and stay broke Bad guys finish first and push out
From the back where they made the word player-hater
Where they shoot instead of swappin' like hockey players
Nice guys finish last and stay broke Bad guys finish first and push out
From the back where they made the word player-hater
Where they shoot instead of swappin' like hockey players
Man, it's the block, bro, sure, man, the Ave, I'm an Ave
The hustlers am, but they really live that Run off with my sack and get your helmet cracked
How you gaspin' for air like an asthma attack?
I'm from that 80s era, where we didn't wear no mascara
Where we played by the rules and seldom turned on dudes
Anything can be defused, any beef can be fixed Long as nobody got knocked down, I'll try to
*** your bitch
Some of my fellas so grimy that they ain't never been to a club
Some of my fellas so street that they ain't never been out of their hood
Whole court on the soil, not in front of a judge
Get down where you're mad, ain't no need for holdin' a grudge
My voltage, my speakers, my whole system got Phony, what kinda amp you got?
Memphis Mojo
Trophies, where you been, player?
It's been a while Waitin' around for this real *** to come back
in style
Nice guys finish last, and stay broke Bad guys finish first and push gold
From the back, where they made the world playa-haters
Where they soon started swabbin' like hockey players
Nice guys finish last, and stay broke Bad guys finish first and push gold
We'll be right back.