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 - Композиторы:
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 - Jonathan G / White
 - Maurice / Banks
 - Anthony / Stevens
 - Earl T
 
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 - Hip-Hop
 
- Теги:
 - bay area
 - happy songs
 - rap
 
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E-40 - Текст песни Hope I Don't Go Back
What's happenin'?
 You need to take it inside
 Take what inside?
 You're disturbing the peace
 Yeah yeah, I done got too big to be hoppin'
 Over barbed wire fences, right?
 But I had this one broad
 She was so damn sprung she use
 What? Uhh, and ahh, and a VHS camera
 And a VHS camera
 I promise you playboy
 It was somethin' serious, felt so damn good
 Hope I don't go back to slangin' ya-yo
 Slangin' llello, to get my mail
 See a lot of people don't know
 The legendary status of which I come from
 Old school like Cab Calloway
 Right
 Hot damn, I taught him his thang he do
 Hope I don't go back to slangin' ya-yo
 Slangin' llello, to get my mail
 See a lot of people don't know
 The legendary status of which I come from
 Old school like Cab Calloway
 Right
 Hot damn, I taught him his thang he do
 Been a hustler since birth, mama sellin' dubs in church
 Red-handed, caught me stealin' money our her purse
 Got branded, permanent whip scars on my back
 'Cause I used to get beat, with racing car tracks
 But now me got wealth, holdin' a conference call on my
 Hands free car telephone lookin' like I'm talkin' to myself
 Shootin' the breeze cuttin' it up real smooth like
 Choppin' it up like two business men
 Talkin' about it, by the way B
 What we doin' this week on SoundScan?
 If I ain't in Japan, I'm in the Valley
 Or maybe next door in Gary Payton bowling alley
 Or maybe at the shootin' range, me and Banks
 Or on the golf course, with Merton Hanks
 Or we lay in the sun, give me my propers
 With a beat that's out of this world, lookin' down on doctors
 Sippin' on the porch, watchin' my kids play basketball
 In the backyard on a 40 by 63 foot long sports court
 Hope I don't go back to slangin' ya-yo
 Slangin' llello, to get my mail
 See a lot of people don't know
 The legendary status of which I come from
 Old school like Cab Calloway
 Right
 Hot damn, I taught him his thang he do
 Business spot up in the wilderness, coyotes and wild boars
 [Unverified] days like this were made strictly for outdoors
 Twenty inch gold super Bravos on my [unverified] everybody ain't poor
 To be blessed with success with an independent-ass record label
 Check it out, marbles, I got the game from my Uncle Saint Thomas
 Used to bank across the street at Wells Fargo
 But now it's Merrill Lynch
 And just think, I used to sit the bench
 I remember gettin' chased by the cops, had to get my stomach pumpedE-40 - Hope I Don't Go Back - http://ru.motolyrics.com/e-40/hope-i-dont-go-back-lyrics.html
 Full of a quarter ounce of rocks, late afternoon
 Probably waitin' for me outside of Vallejo Kaiser Permanente
 Emergency room with glocks, ready to ride
 And hang me to death, somehow I managed to make my escape through
 The back of the cafeteria by the vending machine department quickly
 Found myself runnin' through the Friendship Apartment Complex
 Over there by the railroad tracks, around the corner from the
 People's Continuation High School
 Somewhere off in the lights, behind Je-nai's Liquor ooh
 Hope I don't go back to slangin' ya-yo
 Slangin' llello, to get my mail
 See a lot of people don't know
 The legendary status of which I come from
 Old school like Cab Calloway
 Right
 Hot damn, I taught him his thang he do
 Get my mail, check it out, dope game ain't goin'
 Now it seems the, white-collared crimes, are hookin' up phones
 "Charlie Hustle, I got a few homies, I'm doing a compilation
 Should I go with [unverified]"
 I tell em, "Hell yeah, that's a done deal", drew them off the hinges
 [Unverified] them did my cover and my bus benches
 Game warrior invested, worldwide sick-wid-it clique, independent chips
 Lay that down, lay that down, that's what I'm sayin'
 I'm gonna tell you it's cool, 'cause your playa partner
 Take his other money right, and then he'll sit up here
 And he'll take it then he'll say, "Hold on main"
 Let me handle some phone booths
 Let me get off into the business, dealers, ballers
 Let me get off into the florist business, Beamers, barbershops
 Get into commercial lots
 Merchants, whatever fertilizes the right way of livin'
 You dig what I'm sayin' man? Ay look
 Playboy, I look at myself and I say, "Hold on main"
 Lemme see what's down, lemme translate it
 Lemme translate it into some marbles
 Lemme liquidate my revenues
 You understand what I'm sayin' 40-Watermelon
 Ay, but look here, I'm here to sprinkle my
 Godzilla brawler playboy potnas untouchable
 Mafia game warriors to adjust to the situations
 That goes down in they life, I ain't playin' wit it man
 Hope I don't go back to slangin' ya-yo
 Slangin' llello, to get my mail
 See a lot of people don't know
 The legendary status of which I come from
 Old school like Cab Calloway
 Right
 Hot damn, I taught him his thang he do
 There's too many jealous brothers in this game
 I can't stand the same, I gotta mine
 Hope I don't go back to slangin' ya-yo
 Slangin' llello, to get my mail
 See a lot of people don't know
 The legendary status of which I come from
 Old school like Cab Calloway
 Right
 Hot damn, I taught him his thang he do
 I gotta get my money on
 Don't wanna go, don't wanna go
 Back to the game, hey













