why they don’t fuck with us lyrics – e-40

(intro)
y’all ready for this
are you ready!!!!!!
ho, uh, uh

(chorus – 2x)
why they don’t f*ck with us
don’t f*ck with us, don’t f*ck with us
don’t f*ck with us

[e-40]
i use colorful rhymes, you probably heard
from somebody else’s lit, but really it’s my spit
i came from the streets, i’m not from the ‘burbs
although i stay in the burbs, i come from the streets
money hungry hustlers trying to make ends meet
stingy young brothers when we walk we squeak
have street, have money, have heart
i ain’t trying to but i’m trying to go off the park
i’m on deck, sick wid it records i rep
i’m a vet, but i spit like a youngster from the set
i ain’t tripping, i knew it was political
they left us out the top for us, me and mystikal
i rap fast but you could quote my rhymes
the greatest game spitter of all times
the most underrated rapper in the game
but everybody wanna use my slang

(chorus – 4x)

[e-40]
i don’t know what they was thinking
when they thought what they was thinking
but they sh*t enough to f*ck it
i’ve been a hustler since birth
so when they haul me off and
put me up in that he*rs* remember this verse
i did a song with fred durst, as far as the independent
underground rap scene, i was the first
to get a big deal, couple mill, and some mo’
see times have changed ever since then back in ’94
playa been eating off that bill, for a while
i always did me i never changed my style
i gave it to you raw and uncut
75 percent of the words, i made it up
you ask me why i speak the real the way i feel
how come e-40 so groupie and y’all so game goofy
started to the back that i’m a force
they never put me on the cover of the source

(chorus – 4x)

[e-40]
next tape, they can’t trace the calls
i change numbers, like a playa changes draws
i’m having money, money long stretch like a ?burshie?
when he use to come around ask the easter bunny
(tell me do you know e-40)
bet you the players say that’s the homie
you liable to find me on the ave. on the main drag
or on the corner sipping yac up out a brown paper bag
i don’t need no iron on my ready crease
enough game to sell sand to a beach
enough game to sell a hooker to a priest
enough game to sell rookie rocket scottie to a street
i rap fast but you could quote my rhymes
the greatest game spitter of all times
the most underrated rapper in the game
but everybody wanna use my slang

(chorus – 4x)

(*ad-libs*)

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