Circumstances Lyrics by E-40
[e-40]
Uhh, dry as the fuck, and Im (? ) one left with yo-yo
Seven houses down, black street, dark (? ) folk dont matter tho
I dont know who to trust, what to look fo
How many niggaz wanna kill me?
Im havin a, hard time tryin to determine
If thats the homey, or the enemy
Ol shady-ass, no build for that
Just lookin like he plottin on somethin-ass nigga
But I wanted to mack like he fin to do somethin
And Ill get to be dumpin on yo ass nigga
One of the main rules, of the game, without a doubt
Nigga dont you ever pull a gun and dont use it
Nigga thats a good way to get your brains blow out
Motherfucker like me get to flashin then I lose it
Leave that ol shit up to me and watch me prove it
Nigga, you betta be real about this shit
If you in it you in it dont be no punk
Nigga this aint no baseball game, niggaz dont forfeit no damn funk
[t-pup]
Two brothers goin sack for sack
In the back of the llac, takin a whiffle
Strippin the fuck up out of some willow
Poppin ecstasy like skittles
Itll get you in the long run, sniffin them long ones
Way girl burst ya dick and now it got ya on one
Came up shorted, circumstances nigga quote it
What goes around comes around tryin to steal this (? ) brady hostess
Keep your focus, and never the love of the hocus pocus
Set up hoes lovin to get jackers to come and smoke us
Die-hard soldier, t-pup-alicious, cops get vicious
No mercy on haters or no bitches
Got in my clitches waitin for a nigga to take some chances
So we can deal with these hardco sic-wid-it-ass circumstances
Chorus: various singers together
Takin all these chances
You might never ever ever get them circumstances
Penitentiary chances
You might never ever ever get them circumstances
Chorus two: cold 187um, kokane +
Uhh, dry as the fuck, and Im (? ) one left with yo-yo
Seven houses down, black street, dark (? ) folk dont matter tho
I dont know who to trust, what to look fo
How many niggaz wanna kill me?
Im havin a, hard time tryin to determine
If thats the homey, or the enemy
Ol shady-ass, no build for that
Just lookin like he plottin on somethin-ass nigga
But I wanted to mack like he fin to do somethin
And Ill get to be dumpin on yo ass nigga
One of the main rules, of the game, without a doubt
Nigga dont you ever pull a gun and dont use it
Nigga thats a good way to get your brains blow out
Motherfucker like me get to flashin then I lose it
Leave that ol shit up to me and watch me prove it
Nigga, you betta be real about this shit
If you in it you in it dont be no punk
Nigga this aint no baseball game, niggaz dont forfeit no damn funk
[t-pup]
Two brothers goin sack for sack
In the back of the llac, takin a whiffle
Strippin the fuck up out of some willow
Poppin ecstasy like skittles
Itll get you in the long run, sniffin them long ones
Way girl burst ya dick and now it got ya on one
Came up shorted, circumstances nigga quote it
What goes around comes around tryin to steal this (? ) brady hostess
Keep your focus, and never the love of the hocus pocus
Set up hoes lovin to get jackers to come and smoke us
Die-hard soldier, t-pup-alicious, cops get vicious
No mercy on haters or no bitches
Got in my clitches waitin for a nigga to take some chances
So we can deal with these hardco sic-wid-it-ass circumstances
Chorus: various singers together
Takin all these chances
You might never ever ever get them circumstances
Penitentiary chances
You might never ever ever get them circumstances
Chorus two: cold 187um, kokane +