Why They Don't Fuck Wit Us Lyrics - E-40

I use colorful words, you've probably heard 

From somebody else's lyrics, but really it's my spit 

I come from the streets, I'm not from the burbs 

Although I stay in the burbs, I come from the streets 

Money hungry hustlers tryin to make ends meet 

Stingy young brothas when we walk we sqeak 

Have money, have street, have heart 

I ain't tryin to bunt, I'm trying to go out 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 trippin, I knew it was political 

They left us out 'tha Top 50, me and Mystikal 

I rap fast but you can quote my rhymes 

The greatest game spitter of all time 

The most underrated rapper in the game 

But everybody wanna use my slang 

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I don't know what they was thinkin 

When they thought what they was thinkin 

But they shouldn't have thought that 

I've been a hustla since birth 

So when the haul me off and put me up in that hearse 

remember this here, I did a song with Fred Durst 

As far as the independent underground scene I was the first 

To get a big deal, couple a mil and some mo 

See that was some change, that was some scrilla back in '94 

Playa been eatin off that bill for a while 

Always dig me I never change my style 

I gave it to ya raw and uncut, 75% of the words I made it up 

You ask me why I speak the real way I feel 

How come E-40 so groovy, and y'all so game goofy 

Partly from the fact that I'm a force 

They never put me on the cover of The Source 

Photos 

Next day, they can't trace the calls 

I change numbers like a playa changes draw's 

I'm havin' money, money long stretch like a bungee 

when Easter comes around ask the Easter Bunny 

(Easter Bunny do know E-40?) 

Bet you that playa says "That's the homie" 

Ya likely to find me on the Ave, or on the main drag 

Or on the corner sippin 'gnac out of a brown paper bag 

I don't need no iron, I'm already creased 

Enough game to sell sand to a beach 

Enough game to sell a hooker to a priest 

Enough game to sell Rickey Rock in Scotty's (?) 

I rap fast but you can quote my rhymes 

The greates game spitter of all time 

The most underrated rapper in the game 

But everybody wanna use my slang