Seasoned Lyrics
| Song | Seasoned |
| Artist | E-40 |
| Album | Charlie Hustle: Blueprint Of A Self-Made Millionaire |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bailey, Buren, Copper, Howell ... | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Bailey, Buren, Copper, Howell ... | |
| 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 twentysix 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 |
| zuò cí : Bailey, Buren, Copper, Howell ... | |
| 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 twentysix 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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