Seasoned Lyrics by E-40

Seasoned Lyrics

    [e-40]
    Uh, you in a new school whip custom painted candy apricot butter
    I'm in an antique oldschool four door muffler draggin' beat up duster
    Wit scrapes and scratches, nicks and scars
    Y'all git to drink out of wine glasses, we gotta drink out of jelly jars
    Down and out like four flat tires no washing machine nor dryer
    Just ah pillow sack
    And ah bunch of clothes wrapped in a sheet on our way to the laundrymat
    Will i ever get paid, can i make a dollar out of fifteen cent
    Y'allz got it made, we broke and starvin' barely payin' the rent
    Sleepless nights, alligator tears
    Mommy arguin' wit my daddy, daddy drunk too many beers
    911 mr.po, po dey ain't happy wit day marriage
    Pops tryn'a beat her down and make her have a miscarriage
    My cousin shoots the needle, she be gone for days
    She on that da ah diesel, she gone end up wit aids
    I told her i love her but you know what she said to me
    Everybody got a gay or atleast one dope fiend in they family
    You ain't the only one wit a reject in yo family
    That's real

    The reasoned the reasoned that we are seasoned
    Seasoned that we fill our paper want disappear
    Ohe, hey it's been a long time in the bay
    With god on our side we have somethin' to say
    And the and through the hard times we survive the game
    Survive the game

    If y'all smell onions dat's my arms potent
    The reason i'm musty is 'caus ewe ain't got no mo' deordorant
    The laughing stock patna, we aint got no cash
    Feet stinking through my shoes in p.e. class
    I'm thriznew wit biznieng brizoke
    I'm about to hiznit the griznind and if i git popped it ain't half no more
    It's eighty percent of my time
    But that's ah cha ah chance that i'm a have to ah take
    Today my son birthday and i can't even buy a cake
    I'm so damn through ah through i had a j.o.b
    You want me to cut my perm, oh y'all gone ave to fire me
    My fellow just got out da joint, that he might be o.k.
    But my fellow got out and got stabbed twenty-six times that same damn day
    Who wanted to git dunked on in the the flatlands
    It ain't never too late patna
    All we need is a piece of plywood and a milk carton crate
    What about dat shopping basket, you know i'm smart
    We can gone take the wheels off that and ma ah make a go cart
    Yo peoples blessed you, i started from a quarter ounce
    You came in the dope game wit a silver spoon up in yo' mouth
    Why we gotta gamble maine
    We hurtin', you got all the bucks
    In the ghetto we play dominoes for push ups

    The reasoned the reasoned that we are seasoned
    Seasoned that we fill our paper won't disappear
    Ohe, it's been a long time in the bay
    With god on our side we have somethin' to say
    And the and through the hard times we survive the game
    Survive the game

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