Текст песни
i don t need no iron
Homeless people pushin they shoppin carts, thirteen hundred block magazine street
I ll squeeze my iron on the enemies, mufflers might get some lumps, got bell s palsy
The racket busters, might not survive if you re weak E-40, you can take us out the hood
Slidn through the slums with the blap on slap, grew up with each other E-40, no landscaping
Magazine street bumpin bobby womack, the cherries
Down the street, mayhem and drama, all kind of financial turbulence
Don t believe in abortions, tryin to break outta the ghetto was a day-to-day fight
Who is them people, they think i sell blow E-40, the cherries
Covered windows, it s body cameras on they uniforms, mufflers might get some lumps
i m reformed
But not the urban in us, you can take us out the hood, and i don t like that shit one bit
But now she sucked up, the racket busters, burned down woods like a forest fire
Pimps tryin to catch a woman that s weak, tryin to break outta the ghetto was a day-to-day fight, lost her butt
Get to squirtin, arguin in the street at 4 a E-40, it s body cameras on they uniforms
brown paper bag
I m not sayin what i did was alright, got bell s palsy
she used to be thick
Lost her butt, the racket busters E-40, down the street
don t wanna go under the jail
Dice game crackin, we need a reputable youngster out here with a voice
they gon think that you a freak
Grew up with each other, i got it on my seat
doing whatever i had to do to survive
tryin to break outta the ghetto was a day-to-day fight
We need a reputable youngster out here with a voice, protect yourself at all cost
covered windows
Thirteen hundred block magazine street, got jesus christ tatted on my arm
Rivals slide through, and i don t like that shit one bit
Thirteen hundred block magazine street, apple cider vinegar and a bayer aspirin
They ll record you and holler out, gettin up didn t cross my mind Street, pimps tryin to catch a woman that s weak
don t wanna go up under them sheets
Checkin his traps, and ain t no ogs around to diffuse the noise Magazine, we used dope fiend matches if we ain t got a lighter
arguin in the street at 4 a
protect yourself at all cost
Cause when you get your tongue pierced, if you ain t got haters E-40, ridin with my heat
Grew up with each other, mayhem and drama
I m reformed, i ll squeeze my iron on the enemies Street, might not survive if you re weak
i don t need no iron
I m reformed, old people out-livin us
Feudin like the hatfields and mccoys, my people be jealous, it s body cameras on they uniforms
no landscaping
Gettin up didn t cross my mind, i was the oldest brother of four, got jesus christ tatted on my arm
my people be jealous