Lyrics The Story - E-40
Chorus:
Here's
a
little
story
I
got
to
tell
And
this
dis
goes
on,
again
and
again
Uh,
Uh
Here's
a
little
story
I
got
to
tell
And
this
dis
goes
on,
again
and
again
Uh,
Uh
Here's
a
little
story
I
got
to
tell
And
this
dis
goes
on,
again
and
again
Uh,
Uh
Here's
a
little
story
I
got
to
tell
And
this
dis
goes
on,
again
and
again
Uh,
Uh
Verse
1:
I
think
it
goes,
ya
live
by
the
dirt,
ya
die
by
the
shovel
You
can
repent
and
come
with
god
or
you
can
know
a
devil
You
can
go
and
get
a
job
or
you
can
do
some
federal
But
if
I
were
you,
I'd
straighten
up
and
do
some
next
level
I
often
tweek
when
I
drive
(drives)
How
can
a
small
town
like
Vallejo
have
all
these
homicides?
Man,
fools
be
droppin
like
flies
Maybe
we
do
need
mo
brothers
sellin'
bean
pies
And
it's
a
fool
cuz
everybody
mama's
know
each
other
It
ain't
cool,
but
you
know
black
folks
like
to
act
they
color
Wonder
why
all
the
good
people
get
put
through
some
many
Different
changes
of
the
weather
And
all
those
folks
that
do
wrong
seem
like
they
Live
forever
I
wish
I
can
rewind
time
Remember
when
we
used
to
get
free
lunch,
and
the
City
bus
used
to
cost
a
dime?
Runnin
around,
talkin
about
you
got
the
cooties
Liftin
up
skirts,
and
touchin
girl's
booties
Boy,
take
those
shoes
off
before
ya
come
up
in
dis
house
And
whatever
you
do,
don't
you
sit
on
grandmama's
plastic
Covered
couch
Why
is
it
that
when
all
the
homeys
get
togethor,
we
get
back
In
the
dayz
And
how
come
every
time
we
get
drunk
somebody
bring
up
AIDS
Life
is
something
you
can't
borrow
and
give
back
Here
today
and
gone
tomorrow
Just
like
that
Pat
yo
rats
on
yo
back
(Patch
your
rats
on
your
back)
Take
some
time
out
yo
waltz
(Take
some
time
out
yo
waltz)
And
tell
your
loved
ones
that
you
love
em
every
so
often
Chorus
Verse
2:
Uh,
Uh
fetti
is
the
key
to
end
all
your
woes
Contemporary
crib,
cash,
cars
and
clothes
But
fetti
cause
problems
like
guns
and
spears
Familys
fall
out
and
don't
talk
for
years
Like
my
cromey
(Like
my
cromey)
They
called
him
big
bread
Ed
His
first
cousin
set
him
up
and
left
his
ass
for
dead
Churches,
wakes,
nothing
unusual,
seem
like
every
other
Damn
day
I'm
buyin
a
brand
new
suit
for
a
funeral
Have
yo
pockets
ever
lost
weight,
and
you
ain't
even
tried
Did
you
wonder
if
yo
cash
was
on
a
diet
See,
when
you're
up,
everybody
wanna
come
around
But
when
ya
down,
ain't
nobody
out
there
to
be
found
If
you
love
someone
you
should
tell
em
often
Ya
never
know
when
they'll
be
layin
in
a
coffin
Dedicated
to
my
peoples
up
in
jail
Ya
partner
40-wada
gotta
story
to
tell
(a
story
to
tell)
Chorus
Verse
3:
You
can
take
da
ninja
out
da
getto
(the
getto)
But
not
the
getto
out
da
ninja,
give
me
life
for
3 rocks
But
I
won't
surrender
Oh
he's
a
heathen
(heathen),
look
at
the
way
he
dress
He
must
be
dealin
(dealin)
how
did
he
get
that
Lex
Of
course,
if
it
ain't
used
get
spokes,
it's
crime
and
coast
It's
all
dey
work
Shootin
shit
up
and
actin
tough,
ridin
around
with
gold
n
stuff
It's
rough
How
much
money
you
earn,
enough,
I
own
my
own
law
firm
Don't
need
a
tux,
I
twerks
peacoats
and
kakis
(kakis)
Levis
and
t-shirts
(Levis
and
t-shirts),
whatever
the
street's
works
(Street's
works)
Partner
- dude,
you
been
actin
kinda
funny
lately
since
you
even
Got
a
few
bucks
But
I'm
still
folks,
Wilson
Park,
'member
three
flies
up
And
this
goes
on,
again
and
again
Dis
goes
on,
again
and
again
Ain't
nothin
changed
but
the
terror-tory
(territory)
Same
time,
different
day,
different
story
Chorus
Album
Tha Hall of Game
1 Record Haters
2 Rapper's Ball
3 Growing Up
4 Million Dollar Spot
5 Million Dollar Spot (feat. 2Pac & B-Legit)
6 Mack Minister
7 I Wanna Thank You
8 The Story
9 My Drinking Club
10 My Drinking Club
11 Ring It
12 Ring It
13 Pimp Talk
14 Keep Pimpin'
15 I Like What You Do to Me
16 Things'll Never Change
17 Things'll Never Change
18 It Is What It Is
19 Smebbin'
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