Barbarian Lyrics
| Song | Barbarian |
| Artist | E-40 |
| Album | Revenue Retrievin': Graveyard Shift |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I'm a barbarian a savage, fully and semi automatic | |
| A manage hustler with the package, rock like Lenny Kravitz | |
| On a mission about my mail, petulant, chicken, Burney's and 12's | |
| Rob a nigga if I have to, if all else fails | |
| But that ain't really my get-down plus I'm the new laws of nature | |
| It might not come back on me now but this will come back on me later | |
| I'm from it, built for battle the Bay maybe in peace | |
| Same Levis for weeks 501's, no crease | |
| I pack a cannon, 44 like Clint Eastwood cha see | |
| A cannon? Yeah but not the cannon camera 7D | |
| I'm whiskey, office landy | |
| I don't know when I'll be sober again | |
| I'm just not falling down from the sky finally coming down off my high | |
| If it wasn't for the water the rap game will be dry | |
| So I feed the soil life resuscitate the game | |
| Breave life back in every real nigga that we lost mane | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| Uh, he an animal, a beast | |
| He don't eat, nigga he feast | |
| "You're a barbarian, a savage" | |
| "You're a barbarian, a savage" | |
| Same jeans, for weeks | |
| Out here with the zombies, fiends and tweeks | |
| "You're a barbarian, a savage" | |
| "You're a barbarian, a savage" | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| Do the development while I might better tetch it don't wanna get caught loose | |
| Some of these niggas are I'll when they get on pills and courage juice | |
| Alot of these dudes ain't real lot of us cats are synthetic | |
| Swivel, canapé yeah nigga I said it | |
| I just screw up on top of suckers up on my solid dude list | |
| Now I don't need no liabilities, I can't be taking the risk | |
| Gotta say I found, go hard like them Marion Barbarians | |
| What is beef? Can be no vegan or vegetarian | |
| In the streets, I kinda hardly to let the palm trees mislead | |
| Can I hear what that tough guy had activity will bleed'cha | |
| Every time I look around I hear the streets blocked up | |
| It's just like where you say send ya back in the pine house | |
| I take my shirt off in this bitch, stretch marks and all | |
| Turn into sumthing, put my back against the wall | |
| Dig the chalking I'm punching I'm try'na break a nigga jaw | |
| Keep swinging and swinging until my enemy fall | |
| BEOTCH! | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 3:] | |
| Mommy and daddy never home so we raised ourselves | |
| No dental plan, medical insurance and health | |
| So I'm out here with these zombies, dope fiends and tweeks | |
| Bodies in the streets, covered with sheets | |
| Unlicensed drunk drivers, sex offenders apprise | |
| Suppose to be stay folks sinners and backslides | |
| It ain't for play, one thing about Los Angeles, San Diego and The Bay | |
| We quick to throw it all away in one day | |
| Over some he say she say | |
| Lock me up and throw the key away give me L.I.F.E. | |
| Give a fuck I'm a diet hero came my mentality | |
| Be a barbarian till I'm old and grey for eternity | |
| Ghetto celebrity, hey, specializing selling D | |
| But right now it's a drought, so I'm selling tree | |
| Zips, zaps, zubbles, peas for three | |
| Thow-wow a pound, nigga holla at me, beotch | |
| [Chorus] |
| I' m a barbarian a savage, fully and semi automatic | |
| A manage hustler with the package, rock like Lenny Kravitz | |
| On a mission about my mail, petulant, chicken, Burney' s and 12' s | |
| Rob a nigga if I have to, if all else fails | |
| But that ain' t really my getdown plus I' m the new laws of nature | |
| It might not come back on me now but this will come back on me later | |
| I' m from it, built for battle the Bay maybe in peace | |
| Same Levis for weeks 501' s, no crease | |
| I pack a cannon, 44 like Clint Eastwood cha see | |
| A cannon? Yeah but not the cannon camera 7D | |
| I' m whiskey, office landy | |
| I don' t know when I' ll be sober again | |
| I' m just not falling down from the sky finally coming down off my high | |
| If it wasn' t for the water the rap game will be dry | |
| So I feed the soil life resuscitate the game | |
| Breave life back in every real nigga that we lost mane | |
| Chorus: | |
| Uh, he an animal, a beast | |
| He don' t eat, nigga he feast | |
| " You' re a barbarian, a savage" | |
| " You' re a barbarian, a savage" | |
| Same jeans, for weeks | |
| Out here with the zombies, fiends and tweeks | |
| " You' re a barbarian, a savage" | |
| " You' re a barbarian, a savage" | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Do the development while I might better tetch it don' t wanna get caught loose | |
| Some of these niggas are I' ll when they get on pills and courage juice | |
| Alot of these dudes ain' t real lot of us cats are synthetic | |
| Swivel, canape yeah nigga I said it | |
| I just screw up on top of suckers up on my solid dude list | |
| Now I don' t need no liabilities, I can' t be taking the risk | |
| Gotta say I found, go hard like them Marion Barbarians | |
| What is beef? Can be no vegan or vegetarian | |
| In the streets, I kinda hardly to let the palm trees mislead | |
| Can I hear what that tough guy had activity will bleed' cha | |
| Every time I look around I hear the streets blocked up | |
| It' s just like where you say send ya back in the pine house | |
| I take my shirt off in this bitch, stretch marks and all | |
| Turn into sumthing, put my back against the wall | |
| Dig the chalking I' m punching I' m try' na break a nigga jaw | |
| Keep swinging and swinging until my enemy fall | |
| BEOTCH! | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Mommy and daddy never home so we raised ourselves | |
| No dental plan, medical insurance and health | |
| So I' m out here with these zombies, dope fiends and tweeks | |
| Bodies in the streets, covered with sheets | |
| Unlicensed drunk drivers, sex offenders apprise | |
| Suppose to be stay folks sinners and backslides | |
| It ain' t for play, one thing about Los Angeles, San Diego and The Bay | |
| We quick to throw it all away in one day | |
| Over some he say she say | |
| Lock me up and throw the key away give me L. I. F. E. | |
| Give a fuck I' m a diet hero came my mentality | |
| Be a barbarian till I' m old and grey for eternity | |
| Ghetto celebrity, hey, specializing selling D | |
| But right now it' s a drought, so I' m selling tree | |
| Zips, zaps, zubbles, peas for three | |
| Thowwow a pound, nigga holla at me, beotch | |
| Chorus |
| I' m a barbarian a savage, fully and semi automatic | |
| A manage hustler with the package, rock like Lenny Kravitz | |
| On a mission about my mail, petulant, chicken, Burney' s and 12' s | |
| Rob a nigga if I have to, if all else fails | |
| But that ain' t really my getdown plus I' m the new laws of nature | |
| It might not come back on me now but this will come back on me later | |
| I' m from it, built for battle the Bay maybe in peace | |
| Same Levis for weeks 501' s, no crease | |
| I pack a cannon, 44 like Clint Eastwood cha see | |
| A cannon? Yeah but not the cannon camera 7D | |
| I' m whiskey, office landy | |
| I don' t know when I' ll be sober again | |
| I' m just not falling down from the sky finally coming down off my high | |
| If it wasn' t for the water the rap game will be dry | |
| So I feed the soil life resuscitate the game | |
| Breave life back in every real nigga that we lost mane | |
| Chorus: | |
| Uh, he an animal, a beast | |
| He don' t eat, nigga he feast | |
| " You' re a barbarian, a savage" | |
| " You' re a barbarian, a savage" | |
| Same jeans, for weeks | |
| Out here with the zombies, fiends and tweeks | |
| " You' re a barbarian, a savage" | |
| " You' re a barbarian, a savage" | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Do the development while I might better tetch it don' t wanna get caught loose | |
| Some of these niggas are I' ll when they get on pills and courage juice | |
| Alot of these dudes ain' t real lot of us cats are synthetic | |
| Swivel, canapé yeah nigga I said it | |
| I just screw up on top of suckers up on my solid dude list | |
| Now I don' t need no liabilities, I can' t be taking the risk | |
| Gotta say I found, go hard like them Marion Barbarians | |
| What is beef? Can be no vegan or vegetarian | |
| In the streets, I kinda hardly to let the palm trees mislead | |
| Can I hear what that tough guy had activity will bleed' cha | |
| Every time I look around I hear the streets blocked up | |
| It' s just like where you say send ya back in the pine house | |
| I take my shirt off in this bitch, stretch marks and all | |
| Turn into sumthing, put my back against the wall | |
| Dig the chalking I' m punching I' m try' na break a nigga jaw | |
| Keep swinging and swinging until my enemy fall | |
| BEOTCH! | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Mommy and daddy never home so we raised ourselves | |
| No dental plan, medical insurance and health | |
| So I' m out here with these zombies, dope fiends and tweeks | |
| Bodies in the streets, covered with sheets | |
| Unlicensed drunk drivers, sex offenders apprise | |
| Suppose to be stay folks sinners and backslides | |
| It ain' t for play, one thing about Los Angeles, San Diego and The Bay | |
| We quick to throw it all away in one day | |
| Over some he say she say | |
| Lock me up and throw the key away give me L. I. F. E. | |
| Give a fuck I' m a diet hero came my mentality | |
| Be a barbarian till I' m old and grey for eternity | |
| Ghetto celebrity, hey, specializing selling D | |
| But right now it' s a drought, so I' m selling tree | |
| Zips, zaps, zubbles, peas for three | |
| Thowwow a pound, nigga holla at me, beotch | |
| Chorus |
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