It's All Bad

Lyrics

[Intro: E-40 and Droop-E] Daddy What's up? What you doin'? Sittin' up here marinatin', just, you know, trippin' off how this life is, man. Life is a trip Well, what you writin'? Just, you know, some ol' crazy, you know, some sh...my feelin's, you know? Let me hear it [Verse 1: E-40] Why was I born in these trifling ass times? Why is it mandatory that I carry knives? Don't be too liberal 'cause, see, white folks get jacked too Doctors, high-class lawyers and even Japs too You ask me why I speak the real, the way I feel How come we call bitches hoes and y'all call us niggaroes? They wanna do me like they did Stax What is this young black man doing with all that scratch? Huh I see some timers on the yayo track readin' they mail Talking about "I got white girl for sale" But they ain't talking to me 'cause see I'm an oldie and they knows that I used to be just like them, I tell them "Y'all get that scratch" Magazine was never nothing like Bel-Air High-speed shootouts and shit, but I loved it there "40, where you been, playa? It's been a while." 'Marinatin', accumulating paper, pal' "Y'all kinda doin' it, huh? You still grindin'?" 'Hell yeah, you know them tapes you keep rewinding' Money ain't changed me, money changed the way people think about me When I was broke all I had was my family You know what kills me doe, them fuckin' numskulls I hate when blacks be clownin' blacks on all these talk shows It's bad enough we shootin' up each other tragically Two days ago they found some brother smothered badly Nobody's to be trusted in this day and age Too much jealousy and envy on the wrong page And fuck the po po's 'cause that 39% tax I pay Don't get me nathan but a chokehold and some pepper spray [Break: E-40 & (Droop-E)] (So is that what they do?) It's all bad (It's crazy out there, huh?) It's all bad (Is it gonna be like this when I grow up?) It's all bad (Daddy, sprinkle me with some more game) [Verse 2: E-40 & Droop-E] Our Father who art in heaven Hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come That's the pray that I say so spread the word And if you feeling down and out, read Proverbs You know that I've been tweakin off, something strange Startin' to see a lot of womens at the shooting range Domestic violence but here's an old ghetto myth My potna's auntie scold her boyfriend with some hot grits I'm from the G-E double T-T to the oh no Where only few dare to go I spits game like a soldier, tonk since I told you this The rap kingpin giant, six year old vocalist You don't want to see me, do it like I do that All up in your tall-can face, I tell you get more scrizatch Y'all need to get up on it, the game is way too deep I'm not your average hustler, I be creepin' while you sleep Game, straight game Get up on it, straight game [Outro] It's all bad