The Evil That Men Do Lyrics
| Song | The Evil That Men Do |
| Artist | Ras Kass |
| Album | Snoop Dogg Presents:The West Coast Blueprint 2010 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Intro | |
| Psssshh, i guess niggaz don't realize a good thing til it's gone | |
| You know what i'm sayin man? | |
| Runnin around in these streets trickin, shit's hard man | |
| You know? but sometimes man | |
| Fools be bringin that shit on they god damn self | |
| Verse one | |
| Nappy headed nigga stigmatism at birth | |
| Born to a family of four and so that makes me one-fourth | |
| Of a dysfunctional home | |
| I had a father who only stayed to see me grown | |
| When i turned twelve he was gone | |
| Alone, no role model | |
| I used to watch my granddaddy and uncle hit the bottle | |
| And then hit each other | |
| Granddaddy beat grandmother, but that's before my time | |
| But i still see how it affected her mind | |
| As a child i introverted, and drew pictures | |
| While my mother prayed to jesus reading king james scriptures | |
| She used to take me to church so i could put money in the basket | |
| Tell the preacher how she used to get her ass kicked | |
| And me, i mastered the art of hatred | |
| After pops left ran with my niggaz tryin to take shit | |
| Petty theft, i got caught a few times, but bust it | |
| Life is a bitch so fuck it | |
| In eighty-one i remember the night | |
| I covered myself with baby powder, so my black ass could be light | |
| Cause god is white, and bo derek is a ten | |
| I hate my black skin, it's just a sin to be a nigga | |
| Then again, i'm like the frenchman, cause granny's creole | |
| And therefore, we're black french people | |
| So i think it's best if i go to catholic school | |
| And study under nuns and then i'll be a catholic fool | |
| Cause none of these cults want none of us up | |
| And don't none want to see none of us live to be adults, sheeit | |
| No wonder brothers take lives for red and blue | |
| It's the evil that men do | |
| Chorus | |
| But every nigga on my block | |
| Can't stop, and he won't stop, and he don't stop (repeat 4x) | |
| Interlude | |
| Nigga, nigga wake yo' punk ass up nigga! | |
| Nigga *smack* *smack* wake yo', wake yo' punk ass up!! *siren* | |
| (where the fuck we at?) *helicopter* | |
| Nigga, one time nigga | |
| (man i feel strange man, and i'm fin to go man) | |
| Shit, i'ma get you out, shit, bitches man) | |
| (fuck that shit man, nigga what the fuck am i gonna do man?) *siren* | |
| We go make another gold lp nigga stop trippin nigga | |
| Nigga we own a gold lp, nigga stop trippin! | |
| Verse two | |
| By the time i hit adolescence and found hair on my nuts | |
| I grew twelve inches so now it's time to fuck sluts | |
| Never respected women, just had to keep my dick wet | |
| Fucked this virgin named lena, i made a bet | |
| With my homies i could hit it first, then kicked her to the curb | |
| Til next year, i got a call from my man kurt | |
| Since i never used jims i left a seed in the earth | |
| That left a nigga feelin like dirt | |
| Cause now i'm a father, and got a two-week old daughter | |
| Ironically, don't even know her name it's a damn shame | |
| And ol girl never told me she was havin my baby | |
| The more i thought about, she fuckin played me | |
| Cause the family's lookin at me like i raped her | |
| Plus with another fuckin mouth to feed i need paper | |
| Did a caper, and took my guinness stout to the head | |
| September 1990, drunk drivin, the light turned red | |
| Somebody hit from the rear, i hit the brakes | |
| Then lost control of the steering wheel | |
| Hit a black camaro and that's all i remember that night | |
| I woke up to a five-oh flashlight | |
| The car that i hit had exploded on impact | |
| One woman escaped, but the driver was trapped, he burned to death | |
| Manslaughter, off to c-y-a | |
| Liftin weights in the yard and playin spades all day | |
| Now i'm eighteen, hit the county in the mix | |
| "name and last three!" austin, oh-six-six | |
| By now grandpa went crazy and my uncle had died | |
| And me i'm at the ranch makin pruno in wayside | |
| In ninety-three, i got probation | |
| Searchin for an occupation, cause now i'm pickin restitution, confusion | |
| I'm lookin at myself and seein every other nigga i knew | |
| It's the evil that men do | |
| Chorus | |
| Chorus (to fade) |
| Intro | |
| Psssshh, i guess niggaz don' t realize a good thing til it' s gone | |
| You know what i' m sayin man? | |
| Runnin around in these streets trickin, shit' s hard man | |
| You know? but sometimes man | |
| Fools be bringin that shit on they god damn self | |
| Verse one | |
| Nappy headed nigga stigmatism at birth | |
| Born to a family of four and so that makes me onefourth | |
| Of a dysfunctional home | |
| I had a father who only stayed to see me grown | |
| When i turned twelve he was gone | |
| Alone, no role model | |
| I used to watch my granddaddy and uncle hit the bottle | |
| And then hit each other | |
| Granddaddy beat grandmother, but that' s before my time | |
| But i still see how it affected her mind | |
| As a child i introverted, and drew pictures | |
| While my mother prayed to jesus reading king james scriptures | |
| She used to take me to church so i could put money in the basket | |
| Tell the preacher how she used to get her ass kicked | |
| And me, i mastered the art of hatred | |
| After pops left ran with my niggaz tryin to take shit | |
| Petty theft, i got caught a few times, but bust it | |
| Life is a bitch so fuck it | |
| In eightyone i remember the night | |
| I covered myself with baby powder, so my black ass could be light | |
| Cause god is white, and bo derek is a ten | |
| I hate my black skin, it' s just a sin to be a nigga | |
| Then again, i' m like the frenchman, cause granny' s creole | |
| And therefore, we' re black french people | |
| So i think it' s best if i go to catholic school | |
| And study under nuns and then i' ll be a catholic fool | |
| Cause none of these cults want none of us up | |
| And don' t none want to see none of us live to be adults, sheeit | |
| No wonder brothers take lives for red and blue | |
| It' s the evil that men do | |
| Chorus | |
| But every nigga on my block | |
| Can' t stop, and he won' t stop, and he don' t stop repeat 4x | |
| Interlude | |
| Nigga, nigga wake yo' punk ass up nigga! | |
| Nigga smack smack wake yo', wake yo' punk ass up!! siren | |
| where the fuck we at? helicopter | |
| Nigga, one time nigga | |
| man i feel strange man, and i' m fin to go man | |
| Shit, i' ma get you out, shit, bitches man | |
| fuck that shit man, nigga what the fuck am i gonna do man? siren | |
| We go make another gold lp nigga stop trippin nigga | |
| Nigga we own a gold lp, nigga stop trippin! | |
| Verse two | |
| By the time i hit adolescence and found hair on my nuts | |
| I grew twelve inches so now it' s time to fuck sluts | |
| Never respected women, just had to keep my dick wet | |
| Fucked this virgin named lena, i made a bet | |
| With my homies i could hit it first, then kicked her to the curb | |
| Til next year, i got a call from my man kurt | |
| Since i never used jims i left a seed in the earth | |
| That left a nigga feelin like dirt | |
| Cause now i' m a father, and got a twoweek old daughter | |
| Ironically, don' t even know her name it' s a damn shame | |
| And ol girl never told me she was havin my baby | |
| The more i thought about, she fuckin played me | |
| Cause the family' s lookin at me like i raped her | |
| Plus with another fuckin mouth to feed i need paper | |
| Did a caper, and took my guinness stout to the head | |
| September 1990, drunk drivin, the light turned red | |
| Somebody hit from the rear, i hit the brakes | |
| Then lost control of the steering wheel | |
| Hit a black camaro and that' s all i remember that night | |
| I woke up to a fiveoh flashlight | |
| The car that i hit had exploded on impact | |
| One woman escaped, but the driver was trapped, he burned to death | |
| Manslaughter, off to cya | |
| Liftin weights in the yard and playin spades all day | |
| Now i' m eighteen, hit the county in the mix | |
| " name and last three!" austin, ohsixsix | |
| By now grandpa went crazy and my uncle had died | |
| And me i' m at the ranch makin pruno in wayside | |
| In ninetythree, i got probation | |
| Searchin for an occupation, cause now i' m pickin restitution, confusion | |
| I' m lookin at myself and seein every other nigga i knew | |
| It' s the evil that men do | |
| Chorus | |
| Chorus to fade |
| Intro | |
| Psssshh, i guess niggaz don' t realize a good thing til it' s gone | |
| You know what i' m sayin man? | |
| Runnin around in these streets trickin, shit' s hard man | |
| You know? but sometimes man | |
| Fools be bringin that shit on they god damn self | |
| Verse one | |
| Nappy headed nigga stigmatism at birth | |
| Born to a family of four and so that makes me onefourth | |
| Of a dysfunctional home | |
| I had a father who only stayed to see me grown | |
| When i turned twelve he was gone | |
| Alone, no role model | |
| I used to watch my granddaddy and uncle hit the bottle | |
| And then hit each other | |
| Granddaddy beat grandmother, but that' s before my time | |
| But i still see how it affected her mind | |
| As a child i introverted, and drew pictures | |
| While my mother prayed to jesus reading king james scriptures | |
| She used to take me to church so i could put money in the basket | |
| Tell the preacher how she used to get her ass kicked | |
| And me, i mastered the art of hatred | |
| After pops left ran with my niggaz tryin to take shit | |
| Petty theft, i got caught a few times, but bust it | |
| Life is a bitch so fuck it | |
| In eightyone i remember the night | |
| I covered myself with baby powder, so my black ass could be light | |
| Cause god is white, and bo derek is a ten | |
| I hate my black skin, it' s just a sin to be a nigga | |
| Then again, i' m like the frenchman, cause granny' s creole | |
| And therefore, we' re black french people | |
| So i think it' s best if i go to catholic school | |
| And study under nuns and then i' ll be a catholic fool | |
| Cause none of these cults want none of us up | |
| And don' t none want to see none of us live to be adults, sheeit | |
| No wonder brothers take lives for red and blue | |
| It' s the evil that men do | |
| Chorus | |
| But every nigga on my block | |
| Can' t stop, and he won' t stop, and he don' t stop repeat 4x | |
| Interlude | |
| Nigga, nigga wake yo' punk ass up nigga! | |
| Nigga smack smack wake yo', wake yo' punk ass up!! siren | |
| where the fuck we at? helicopter | |
| Nigga, one time nigga | |
| man i feel strange man, and i' m fin to go man | |
| Shit, i' ma get you out, shit, bitches man | |
| fuck that shit man, nigga what the fuck am i gonna do man? siren | |
| We go make another gold lp nigga stop trippin nigga | |
| Nigga we own a gold lp, nigga stop trippin! | |
| Verse two | |
| By the time i hit adolescence and found hair on my nuts | |
| I grew twelve inches so now it' s time to fuck sluts | |
| Never respected women, just had to keep my dick wet | |
| Fucked this virgin named lena, i made a bet | |
| With my homies i could hit it first, then kicked her to the curb | |
| Til next year, i got a call from my man kurt | |
| Since i never used jims i left a seed in the earth | |
| That left a nigga feelin like dirt | |
| Cause now i' m a father, and got a twoweek old daughter | |
| Ironically, don' t even know her name it' s a damn shame | |
| And ol girl never told me she was havin my baby | |
| The more i thought about, she fuckin played me | |
| Cause the family' s lookin at me like i raped her | |
| Plus with another fuckin mouth to feed i need paper | |
| Did a caper, and took my guinness stout to the head | |
| September 1990, drunk drivin, the light turned red | |
| Somebody hit from the rear, i hit the brakes | |
| Then lost control of the steering wheel | |
| Hit a black camaro and that' s all i remember that night | |
| I woke up to a fiveoh flashlight | |
| The car that i hit had exploded on impact | |
| One woman escaped, but the driver was trapped, he burned to death | |
| Manslaughter, off to cya | |
| Liftin weights in the yard and playin spades all day | |
| Now i' m eighteen, hit the county in the mix | |
| " name and last three!" austin, ohsixsix | |
| By now grandpa went crazy and my uncle had died | |
| And me i' m at the ranch makin pruno in wayside | |
| In ninetythree, i got probation | |
| Searchin for an occupation, cause now i' m pickin restitution, confusion | |
| I' m lookin at myself and seein every other nigga i knew | |
| It' s the evil that men do | |
| Chorus | |
| Chorus to fade |
YouTube Results (More on YouTube)