E-40 feat. D.D. Artis Happy to Be Here Lyrics

My Ghetto Report Card Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Yay Area
  • 2 Tell Me When to Go
  • 3 Muscle Cars
  • 4 Go Hard or Go Home
  • 5 Gouda
  • 6 Sick Wid It II
  • 7 JB Stomp Down (skit)
  • 8 They Might Be Taping
  • 9 Do Ya Head Like This
  • 10 Block Boi
  • 11 White Gurl
  • 12 GettheFuckOn.com, Part 1 (skit)
  • 13 U and Dat
  • 14 I'm Da Man
  • 15 Yee
  • 16 GettheFuckOn.com, Part 2 (skit)
  • 17 Just Fuckin
  • 18 Gimme Head
  • 19 She Say She Loves Me
  • 20 Happy to Be Here
  • [female singer - repeat in background]
    I'm just happy to be here!

    [E-40 over singer]
    Hard times, the struggle
    The ups and downs, the highs and the lows
    You know just goin through it man, ghetto politics
    Tryin to make a way out of no way
    I was the oldest, so I had to be, the daddy of the family
    Momma had to work three jobs, oooh

    Feet stickin through my shoes, skid marks in my drawers
    Garage sales and flea markets, we never shopped at malls
    No dental plan, no medikit - we poor like rain
    Colored folks think that castor oil cures everythang
    Pork chops and chicken, we like our food fried
    Hypertension, Prenavil pills and hydro-chlorizide
    Some of my family still living, some of my family died
    Health complications, natural causes and homicide
    Just tryin to survive, nothin to lose but plenty to gain
    Started hustlin, flea flickin and servin that candy cane
    Put all my cars in my lady name, as a true hustler should
    She had a 9 to 5, worked at Planned Parenthood
    While I was in the hood, up to no good
    With a hoodie over my head, tryin to outslick the feds
    Or should I say cops, at this point in time I only had rocks
    Went from a little a jelly jar up to a soup pot
    The fast quarter my negro, don't want the slow nickel
    I done seen yola the same color as peanut brittle
    I done seen hella people relapse
    I done seen my homey grandparents go back to crack
    How sick is dat? Beggin my loved ones to send some pictures
    Pray for me over the phone and read me some scriptures
    Oooh; it's gloomy out here, dark days ahead
    God got my back but the devil he want my head

    [Chorus: D.D. Artis]
    I'm just happy to be here right now
    Lot of my folks been locked up or laid down
    See I'm sayin I ain't shed no tears, no
    But I'm just happy to be here

    Listen to this, oooooh
    The devil-me side know that some of y'all done seen it
    Somebody's momma washin her son or her daughter's bloodstain off the cement
    Wrong place at the wrong time, infiltrators drop a dime
    Mistaken identity, bullets start flyin
    In every direction, hit a pregnant teen, she passed
    But her baby live through a see-section
    I know it sound foul and sound hecka rude, it ain't cool
    But it go down like that sometime when you're funkin, and you're puttin down a move
    We heartless and shrewd in this day and age, it ain't the same
    Our parents need to beat us with a belt, like Poody Tang
    I be high like an airplane
    I be smokin and perkin, takin out anger and stress on the wrong person
    Re-uppin and coppin turf an' just servin the soil block
    Grittin tryin to put some gifts in my kid's Christmas stock'
    Ooooh - pour out some liquor and shed a tear
    For the homies that never made it and family that ain't here


    [D.D. Artis]
    So happy
    You know I'm happy to be
    Said I'm happy, so happy just to be here
    To beeeeeee, to beeeeeeeeeeee
    To beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee (I'm so happy)
    (Oh I'm so happy)
    I'm so happy to be, to beeeeeeee-heeeeeeeeee
    To beeeeeeeee (to be here)

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