E-40 - In The Morning lyrics

[Intro] The slums of the big town As packed with drama and danger As the squallered streets of some native quarter In the heart of this melting pot of crime stands an oasis where one man struggles against the forces That turned his loved ones to lives of violence and shame [Verse 1] Ugh Sinister Mob sh** Choppers all in the closet Hydrogen lamps in the attic Warm broccoli, spinach and cabbage I keep sealer on the counter Right next to the money counter That's right next to scale For weighing nuts and fruits not yay'll That's my excuse if they took me to jail Listen to this here cousin Never explain to the popo and tell em' sh** Cuz they ain't the f**in judge It's money on my mind and paper I gotta get b**hes I need to f** and licks that I must hit Moves that Imma make, and whips I'm try'na flip Steps that I should take be careful I don't slip When I was little I had to observe, watch and listen So I could be real conditioned and ready for the unexpected to occur anytime I'm on my 24 hour grind In my prime gettin mine Greenbach's in the making Gouda on the line Chalupa I be chasing Now I'm bout my spine Outsmarting the popo selling dope Holding up a homeless sign [Chorus] Banger hidden' under my clothes I pull it out, and they kno Bustin' rubber bands, gettin' that dough I got that plug and we juggin' for sure Just ask all the knocks I'll be right back out here in the morning (X2) [Verse 2] Wake up in the morning first thing on my mind is guapo Gouda, shoota Knock the meet up out ya taco Cappo, I don't serve I just sit back and watch bro Seens?, lamas?, ruggers In love with my 40 Glock tho Slidin through ghetto on 4s Dodging them potholes Heavy metal d** and hoes Call it the rock show Oooh I'm really mobbing No prob to get ya top blown Hit em up, slit em up, rig em up Right back at it when the cops gone Welcome to the top zone 2 A block n***a Raised by J-Mo Certified top hitters Swisher filled with gad Got it bout a glad bag Gucci betta I let it sag Stuntin showing my a** Flashin on my little brothers Take your bad a** to cla** Gotta a feeling can't be mad Caught em' dippin in my stash No task two tabs I'm rollin I've been posting on this b**h since mawning [Chorus] [Verse 3] When I go ham Money on my mind 24/7 damn Kick a broke b**h out my spot like clam I'm a hussla in every sense of the word Favorite days of the month 1st to the 3rd That's when all the fiends got dope So I don't sleep Tell my knock to spread the word Bra I'm taking the ebt Wipped cars, social security checks I run through them Dope fiend right on the drive way right now Boy I scooped in Work were you bank sh** the BAV, bread out our a**, deposits all day Scheming on the come up try'na get my ones up 30 round rig Wish a n***a run up I keep a weapon, a pistol, poker or popper Something to bludgeon a hater to d**h if he disrespects my propers Work 30 I'm a motherfukin monster These noodle spine n***a get ate like pastas [Chorus]