Quarterbackin Lyrics - E-40

Tell the cops don't read into it 

Them days of slangin' yay been finished, them days have been done ended 

So far gone them days that I'm offended 

Snitches can't speak my name till they get winded 

Can't you tell there's been a switch made? 

Now fellas decide that they wanna run and tell like in the fifth grade 

But I'm too gone, young'n be clear 

Even when you see me, I am not really there 

And I ain't play fair wit' my eye on the enemy 

Huggin' the block just me and my mini-me 

Did it and lived it, grinded here 

Cops fillin' wit' my projects find it yeah 

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Not only was I in the game, I was gifted in it 

Served food to the fiends and we called 'em dinners 

Put the raw wit' the fake out, mixed it in it 

Can't explain the cat's hustle, guess it just was in 

It's Malicious 

If you got the turf crackin' and ya money's stackin', ya 

Quarterbackin', Quarterbackin' 

Leader of the squad and your the team captain 

Quaterbackin', Quarterbackin' 

Gotta little change and ya drivin' a range 

Quarterbackin', Quarterbackin' 

If ya sound system bangs, and ya pushin' them thangs 

Quarterbackin', Quarterbackin' 

Might not know what I'm talkin' about 

If you ain't never lived it, or seen it, or done it 

Seen fiends vomit, green stuff I had to clean it up wit' comet 

Mean stuff, so many deaths my streets is haunted 

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Believe us, you shoulda seen us, like Wile E. Coyote, man super genius 

Against all odds like Serena and Venus 

I only had a couple jobs in my life, but not too many thought I was grown 

Who woulda thought I'd sell my skill for a microphone 

And be rappin' about it up in the song, slidin' on some chrome 

It's long money I earn, I'm bald headed, but I used to have a Lord Jesus perm 

When my name was earl before the rap game 

Runnin' from secret squirrel, I had my own thang 

Raised by wolves, hyenas, and barracudas, gorillas and bulls 

I play the field like Vick 

From endzone to endzone 

Serve that ish like snowcones in the hood 

Entrenched in the gutter, I was lost in the good 

'cause I make the gat stutta like a old G should 

Mamas lookin', so much snookin' 

Nights in the kitchen thought I'd never finish cookin' 

Way before pay for this that I'm mouthin' 

19 years young, upward of 80 thousand 

Trust me young'n Pusha was never browsin' for nothin' section 8 housin' 

I'm stompin' through like King Kong claimin' his home, his jungle 

Mumblers beware the hood hates singers 

I connect, block the corner like Jenga, fall never, you seen 'em 

Posted in the hood leanin' fiends like the Tower of Pisa 

Damn he's good 

Now of course you know I ain't talkin' about sports 

I'm talkin' about runnin some shit 

I'm talkin' about workestratin' and illustratin' 

Glorifyin' ya paper route 

Whether it serve it to, uh. 

Gettin' out there hustlin', grittin' and grindin' 

Doin' ya thug-thizzlemajiggadale 

Quarterbackin' man, hustlin' main 

Trust that main, yeah, in real life main 

Some call it pitchin', some call it grindin' 

We call it Quarterbackin' 

Yeah, and I ain't talkin' about sports, trust that