In The Morning

Lyrics
[Intro: Dialogue] The slums of the big town As packed with drama and danger As the squalid streets of some native quarter In the heart of this melting pot of crime stands an oasis where one man struggles against the forces That turned his loved ones to lives of violence and shame [Verse 1: E-40] OOOUH! Sinister mob shit Choppers all in the closet Hydrogen lamps in the attic Warm broccoli, spinach and cabbage I keep sealer on the counter Right next to the money counter That's right next to scale For weighing nuts and fruits not yayo That's my excuse if they took me to jail Listen to this here, cuz Never explain to the popo and tell em' shit 'Cause they ain't the fuckin judge It's money on my mind, and paper I gotta get Bitches I need to fuck, and licks that I must hit Moves that I'ma make, and whips I'm tryna flip Steps that I should take, be careful I don't slip When I was little I had to observe, watch and listen So I could be real conditioned And ready for the unexpected to occur anytime I'm on my 24-hour grind In my prime gettin' mine Greenbacks in the making Gouda on the line Chalupa I be chasing Nine by my spine Outsmarting the popo selling dope Holding up a homeless sign BIATCH! [Chorus] Banger hidden under my clothes I pull it out, and they know Bustin' rubber bands, gettin' that dough I got that plug and we joogin' for sure Just ask all the knocks I'll be right back out here in the morning Banger hidden under my clothes I pull it out, and they know Bustin' rubber bands, gettin' that dough I got that plug and we joogin' for sure Just ask all the knocks I'll be right back out here in the morning [Verse 2: Beeda Weeda] Wake up in the morning, first thing on my mind is guapo Gouda, shooter, knock the meet up out your taco Capo, I don't serve, I just sit back and watch, bro Sees llamas, Rugers, in love with my 40 Glock, though Slidin' through ghetto on 4's, dodging them potholes Heavy metal drugs and hoes, call it the rock show Ooh, I'm really mobbin', no problem to get your top blown Hit 'em up, slit 'em up, rig 'em up Right back at it when the cops gone Welcome to the top zone, 2-8 block, nigga Raised by J-Mo, certified top hitter Swisher filled with gag, got it by the Glad bag Gucci, bet I let it sag, stuntin', showin' my ass Flashin' on my little brothers, take your bad ass to class Gotta feel him, can't be mad, caught em' dippin' in my stash No task, two tabs, I'm rollin' I've been posted on this bitch since morning [Chorus] Banger hidden under my clothes I pull it out, and they know Bustin' rubber bands, gettin' that dough I got that plug and we joogin' for sure Just ask all the knocks I'll be right back out here in the morning Banger hidden under my clothes I pull it out, and they know Bustin' rubber bands, gettin' that dough I got that plug and we joogin' for sure Just ask all the knocks I'll be right back out here in the morning [Verse 3: Work Dirty] When I go ham, money on my mind 24/7, damn Kick a broke bitch out my spot like Pam I'm a hustler in every sense of the word Favorite days of the month: 1st to the 3rd That's when all the fiends got dough, so I don't sleep Tell my knock to spread the word, brah, I'm taking EBT WIC cards, Social Security checks, I run through them Dope fiend rental in the driveway right now, boy, I scoop them (Work, where you bank?) Shit, the BofA Bread out her Ass, deposits all day All day scheming on the come up, tryna get my ones up 30 round rig, wish a nigga run up I keep a weapon, a pistol, poker or popper Something to bludgeon a hater to death if he disrespects my propers Work Dirty, I'm a motherfuckin' monster These noodle spine niggas get ate like pasta [Chorus] Banger hidden under my clothes I pull it out, and they know Bustin' rubber bands, gettin' that dough I got that plug and we joogin' for sure Just ask all the knocks I'll be right back out here in the morning Banger hidden under my clothes I pull it out, and they know Bustin' rubber bands, gettin' that dough I got that plug and we joogin' for sure Just ask all the knocks I'll be right back out here in the morning
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Credits
- Writers
- E-40
- Beeda Weeda
- Work Dirty
- Stresmatic
- DecadeZ
- Crystal Nicole