E-40 - Da Bay lyrics

[Chorus: Chris Bentley] I'm sorry baby I can't change my ways I grew up in the Bay Where the hustler plays Aw-yay! I'm sorry baby I can't change my ways I grew up in the Bay That's how the hustlers play Aw-yay! [Verse 1: E-40] 'Member Mr. Flamboyant way back in '89? Well back then I was selling tapes out of the trunk of mine I put my car into park and let the beat explode Within an hour, guess how many tapes I sold? I got the power, I'm feeling my Wheaties I can't stop I bought a clothing store right down the street from Rich Art's barber shop Now I'm popping, ain't nothing wrong with nothing I do As long as I pay my tithes and the internal revenue I'm booking studio time, Solano Avenue At Studio Ton's to make a hit or two Cla**ics for the future that ghetto gold super duper Hits like Hurricane and Captain Save A Hoe [Chorus] [Verse 2: E-40] Money ain't changed me, money changed the way people think about me When I was broke, all I had was my family It kinda hurt me when they closed down (Who?) The Music People, Jason Blaine and them downtown They was around before I even owned a bottle (Like that then,) like George's Music in Chicago Like 7th Heaven up in The Show Me State, Kansas City Jones & Harris, Long Beach V-I-P & T-Y-E's [Chorus] [Verse 3: E-40] I grew up in the Bay, Cali-for-ni-a Where the Oakland Raiders and the 49ers play I hear everybody talk about where they stay Well how come I can't talk about where I stay? The Yay, where we pop our collars Jack our slacks, and make them dollars Write these raps, and spit this game And show the whole world, that we ain't no lames I can't change my ways, I been a hustler for days The way I walk and I talk, it's not a fad or a phase A fling, a fluke or a joke, or some old gimmick that's staged But it's the way I am, I can't change my ways [Chorus] [Outro: Chris Bentley] Whoa, Forty Fonzarelli, Chris Bentley, S Dog, we keeping it real Y'all don't wanna see us Cause we gone kick up a lot of fuss In the dust, from The Bay to LA We are so paid, baby