| Song | Practice Lookin' Hard |
| Artist | E-40 |
| Album | The Mail Man (Original Master Peace) |
| 作词 : E-40 | |
| 作曲 : Studio Ton/E-40 | |
| Bloody murder, crime, drugs, folks smokin' | |
| Man I remember when it used to be cool to leave ya screen door open | |
| And let the mosquitos and the flies sneak in | |
| Look mama and them play whistle | |
| So I'ma play tackle football with my friends | |
| I guess them times is gone cause like a wishbone | |
| I wish I had em' back instead of watchin' brothers fiz-all | |
| Catch em' out on every track, bar, street, boulevards | |
| Sweet avenues with dead ends, neighborhoods with antens | |
| Whatever happened to the days of Little League | |
| Pop Warner and Boy Scouts, the Old Singing Boys Club | |
| Voodoo to go to school not thinkin' | |
| Too busy smokin' weed, sellin' dope and drinkin' | |
| I guess we're livin' in the last days | |
| Cause in the last days the Bible speaksof AIDS | |
| Plagues, brothers killin' brothers, earthquakes | |
| Youngsters tryin' to earn stripes as a work face | |
| I'll be a sucker if I don't pull ya ho card | |
| I used to be soft but now I'm hard | |
| ****in' nigga, I practice lookin' hard | |
| I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard | |
| Mirror, mirror make the call | |
| Who's the hardest of them all | |
| I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard | |
| Right before I go to bed | |
| I make sure that my mirror's there | |
| Take yo mean face off partner why ya muggin' me | |
| Fools say shit, I can't help that shit's in me | |
| It's automatic cause what's mine ain't even took | |
| It's my mad at the world look | |
| I said I feel ya man, sometimes I catch myself too | |
| Mean muggin' folks that did no harm to me or my crew | |
| But now it shouldn't have to be this way | |
| Fools say, I don't care what nobody say | |
| The other man got me this way | |
| I'm fresh out the pen and out the system for years | |
| Been fillin' out all kinds of applications to make a grip | |
| But I don't know nothin' about no computer chip | |
| It takes that to make a J-O-B in the 93 | |
| But a J-O-B in 93 consists of paper rarely | |
| Jobs like the oil refinery | |
| I'd rather work in Napa at the winery | |
| And then ya wonder why I'm stubborn | |
| Forever lookin' hard, I been scarred | |
| *I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard | |
| Right before I go to bed | |
| I make sure that my mirror's there | |
| I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard | |
| Mirror, mirror make the call | |
| Who's the hardest of them all | |
| Can't tell me shit, I come from a broken up home | |
| Every since I was a youth I thought that I was grown | |
| Meet me after school nigga and we can get it on | |
| Ya talked about my mammy now I'm goin' upside ya dome | |
| I got a complex problem, my guard stay up | |
| I'm always on the offense side, don't test my **** | |
| I'm not a Charles nor a Larry but I'm scary | |
| Scared that I might lose it and chop you with my piece berry | |
| I deep into my shit and it's straight like that | |
| I be quick to clobber a mother****er with my Flintstone bat | |
| Nobody likes me on my father's side of the family | |
| They can't stand me cause they think that I'm sellin' that candy | |
| I kid you not, all bullshit to the side | |
| I got 20,000 niggas in my organization | |
| Now which one of y'all niggas down to ride | |
| I gets juiced off the underground doja | |
| You know that Click shit, that independent shit | |
| It makes me feel like I want to | |
| Got me a baggy full of broccoli and a crooked eye 22 | |
| I feel crafty, I mean that but I feel great | |
| *Repeat |
| zuò cí : E40 | |
| zuò qǔ : Studio Ton E40 | |
| Bloody murder, crime, drugs, folks smokin' | |
| Man I remember when it used to be cool to leave ya screen door open | |
| And let the mosquitos and the flies sneak in | |
| Look mama and them play whistle | |
| So I' ma play tackle football with my friends | |
| I guess them times is gone cause like a wishbone | |
| I wish I had em' back instead of watchin' brothers fizall | |
| Catch em' out on every track, bar, street, boulevards | |
| Sweet avenues with dead ends, neighborhoods with antens | |
| Whatever happened to the days of Little League | |
| Pop Warner and Boy Scouts, the Old Singing Boys Club | |
| Voodoo to go to school not thinkin' | |
| Too busy smokin' weed, sellin' dope and drinkin' | |
| I guess we' re livin' in the last days | |
| Cause in the last days the Bible speaksof AIDS | |
| Plagues, brothers killin' brothers, earthquakes | |
| Youngsters tryin' to earn stripes as a work face | |
| I' ll be a sucker if I don' t pull ya ho card | |
| I used to be soft but now I' m hard | |
| in' nigga, I practice lookin' hard | |
| I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard | |
| Mirror, mirror make the call | |
| Who' s the hardest of them all | |
| I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard | |
| Right before I go to bed | |
| I make sure that my mirror' s there | |
| Take yo mean face off partner why ya muggin' me | |
| Fools say shit, I can' t help that shit' s in me | |
| It' s automatic cause what' s mine ain' t even took | |
| It' s my mad at the world look | |
| I said I feel ya man, sometimes I catch myself too | |
| Mean muggin' folks that did no harm to me or my crew | |
| But now it shouldn' t have to be this way | |
| Fools say, I don' t care what nobody say | |
| The other man got me this way | |
| I' m fresh out the pen and out the system for years | |
| Been fillin' out all kinds of applications to make a grip | |
| But I don' t know nothin' about no computer chip | |
| It takes that to make a JOB in the 93 | |
| But a JOB in 93 consists of paper rarely | |
| Jobs like the oil refinery | |
| I' d rather work in Napa at the winery | |
| And then ya wonder why I' m stubborn | |
| Forever lookin' hard, I been scarred | |
| I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard | |
| Right before I go to bed | |
| I make sure that my mirror' s there | |
| I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard | |
| Mirror, mirror make the call | |
| Who' s the hardest of them all | |
| Can' t tell me shit, I come from a broken up home | |
| Every since I was a youth I thought that I was grown | |
| Meet me after school nigga and we can get it on | |
| Ya talked about my mammy now I' m goin' upside ya dome | |
| I got a complex problem, my guard stay up | |
| I' m always on the offense side, don' t test my | |
| I' m not a Charles nor a Larry but I' m scary | |
| Scared that I might lose it and chop you with my piece berry | |
| I deep into my shit and it' s straight like that | |
| I be quick to clobber a mother er with my Flintstone bat | |
| Nobody likes me on my father' s side of the family | |
| They can' t stand me cause they think that I' m sellin' that candy | |
| I kid you not, all bullshit to the side | |
| I got 20, 000 niggas in my organization | |
| Now which one of y' all niggas down to ride | |
| I gets juiced off the underground doja | |
| You know that Click shit, that independent shit | |
| It makes me feel like I want to | |
| Got me a baggy full of broccoli and a crooked eye 22 | |
| I feel crafty, I mean that but I feel great | |
| Repeat |