Lyrics Three Jobs - E-40
In
the
Plaza,
payless
shoes,
got
my
shoes
for
cheap
When
my
parents
separated
I
cried
for
weeks
Had
a
passion
for
music
beating
on
my
desk
4th
grade
had
some
weed
and
some
country
club
cress
For
the
band
momma
was
a
mack,
take
me
to
mommas
music
to
buy
a
drum
pad
What
else?
And
a
pair
of
wooden
sticks
with
the
plastic
tips
So
I
could
practice
my
craft
and
one
day
get
rich
What
you
do?
Got
it
going
started
rapping
in
the
7th
What
you
hear?
Heard
Rapper's
Delight:
Sugarhill
Gang
Growing
up,
life
wasn't
always
fair
Moved
to
Magazine
street,
Nothing
like
Bel-Air
A
lot
of
shoot
outs
and
fights
hustling
to
survive
I
pray
everyday
I
thank
God
I'm
still
alive
A
lot
of
my
people
aren't
here
no
more
they
either
dead
or
in
jail
or
on
dog
food
or
ether
blow
I
had
a
paper
route
Free
lunch
that
was
me
dawg
Getting
teased
made
me
hard
Living
in
the
struggle
All
i
know
was
to
hustle
And
my
momma
had
3 jobs
I
had
a
paper
route
Free
lunch
that
was
me
dawg
Getting
teased
made
me
hard
Living
in
the
struggle
All
i
know
was
to
hustle
And
my
momma
had
3 jobs
I
went
from
chopped
ramen
noodles
to
garlic
noodles
at
Crustacean
a
little
snotty
nose
ghetto
child
see
people
grandma
free
basing
What
else
you
see?
Done
seen
it
all
ain't
nothin
much
to
trip
me
out
only
time
when
I
cry
is
when
the
choir
sign
the
missionary
shout
I
send
them
the
latest
albums
that
slap
The
music
by
mail,
the
access
secure
pack
How
about
that?
Real
ones
be
real
ones
my
nigga
if
you
a
real
one
lets
get
these
millions
my
nigga
I'm
with
you
if
you
off
or
on
Love
keeps
no
record
of
wrong
To
all
my
people
in
the
struggle
going
through
it
Listen
to
40
lyrics
his
music
therapeutic
It's
sick
out
here
Rifles
big
enough
to
kill
a
deer
Blowing
medicinal
is
traditional
around
these
parts
only
thing
square
about
me
is
my
candy
Chevy
box
Tremendous
knock,
or
should
i
say
slap
Album
sounds
like
The
Thing
and
The
Hulk
in
the
trunk
fading
back
there
chomping
Intersects
and
shootouts,
bullets
flying
I'm
from
an
under-sevred
community
bad
credit
and
crime
So
many
babies
die,
stuck
in
the
middle,
caught
in
the
chaos
Everybody
got
guns,
anybody
will
knock
you
off
When
it
rains
it
pours
lightning
and
thunder
I'm
cool
with
the
creator
I
got
his
cell
phone
number
When
you
talk
to
him?
I
talk
to
him
all
the
time
when
the
saints
go
marching
in
I
want
to
be
in
that
line
Lack
of
communication
leads
to
blood
spilling
Momma
always
told
me
not
to
tease
and
laugh
at
special
needs
children
She
worked
at
Napa
State
Hospital
Mental
institution,
Maggie's
Hamburgers
and
Mr
Jimmy's
grocery
store
1 Programmin
2 Can't Fuck with Me
3 Money Sack
4 Red Cup
5 Knockin' At The Light
6 Choices (Yup)
7 Three Jobs
8 Paint the Picture (feat. Turf Talk & Cousin Fik)
9 Straight Mobbin'
10 2 Fingers
11 Playa
12 707
13 Same Since '88
14 Family
15 It's the First (feat. Cousin Fik & Turf Talk)
16 That's Right
17 Bass Rocks
18 Sellin Dope Ain't Fun (feat. Mack 10)
19 Real Nigga (feat. Kirko Bangz)
20 Quit Hatin
21 Bout to Pour Up
22 Baddest In The Building
23 Sleep (feat. Ludacris & Plies)
24 Real Game for a Player
25 Give Me Love
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