Programmin Lyrics - Sharp On All 4 Corners: Corner 1 - E-40

Poppin my P's all over poppers, never stop my propers 

Dollar days flip on my profits, shaking the coppers 

Follow protocol when you from the ghetto stand tall 

Some got a job, some hustle, ball, and end it all 

Some of these rappers gonna give it to you fake 

But me? Imma give it to you straight 

Mama and daddy divorced when I was eight 

Walking on thin ice, hoping that it don't break 

Now I'm over here on the hillside of the V 

Re-established ourselves, me and D 

Shot sugar T and Mug Z 

Thinkin how can we beat the streets, and get up on our feet? 

Even though my wisdom tooth pulled out I still got my wisdom 

Know when the bitch choosing and when to spit my ism 

Vallejo boy got hella kin folk in Richmond 

If you a sucker, you probably don't want to listen 

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We out here programmin 

(Niggas scrabbling shit can handle gang gallens, no famine) 

We out here programmin 

(Suckers sham and I got the cannon I'm a handle it, niggas ain't understand it) 

We out here programmin 

(Operatin and orchestratin and I could care less about your jealousy or your hatin) 

We out here programmin 

(So you better get with it bout to show that I'm forever sick with it) 

Pat yourself on the back congratulate you 

For being solid to the streets and loyal to your crew 

Put the good lord first and never lose your faith 

Bless your food always say your grace 

It's the way I was taught when I was a little boy 

Cutting the grass ain't no time to play with toys 

Clowning in class me and my nigga Bubba 

Try to make a little cash starting selling hubba's 

When you ballin, when you shoot the ball shoot your best shot 

When you fallin, and you finna get caught, snitch you better not 

That's gravel rule number 1 

If you ain't intending on using it, never pull a gun 

The more I learn the more I lose my learn 

Thinkin about growin back my perm 

When I was skinny out there looking shady 

I'll pistol whip you with my .380 

Photos 

Making monumnental moves with monumental dudes 

Far from a square I'm not a pack of cools 

Puffin on my Vape pen blowing grass 

Residue from the hit, concentrated hash 

Cross-examine that ho before you decide to stay with her 

Use a rubber, or you gonna need a babysitter 

This my advice to my little nigga 

These bitches brains getting smaller but they ass getting bigger 

I don't sign bubblegum rap in my boat (nope) 

I listen to 40 cause he a voice of hope (yep) 

Free all of my people in Acerd, getting them home 

Programmin, never told or sold they soul 

We out here putting it together like a Lego 

Just got back from San Diego 

Landed in the town touch down east bound phone rang soon as I hit the ground 

Biatch!