E-40 - Seasoned lyrics

[e-40] Uh, you in a new school whip custom painted candy apricot bu*ter 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 gla**es, 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. cla** 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