E-40 I'm Laced Lyrics

The Block Brochure: Welcome to the Soil 1, 2 & 3 Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Fast Lane
  • 2 They Point
  • 3 Rock Stars
  • 4 Outta Town
  • 5 What's My Name
  • 6 Slummin'
  • 7 Do the Playa
  • 8 Cutlass
  • 9 Turn It Up
  • 10 Let's Fuck
  • 11 Bust Moves
  • 12 Can You Feel It?
  • 13 What Is It Over?
  • 14 In the Ghetto
  • 15 Rollin'
  • 16 In This Thang Breh
  • 17 Mary Jane
  • 18 Help Me
  • 19 Blame It on the DJ
  • 20 Beatin' the Trunk Loose
    CD 2
  • 1 I'm Laced
  • 2 On the Case
  • 3 Function
  • 4 Tryna Get It
  • 5 Street Nigga
  • 6 The Other Day Ago
  • 7 This Is the Life
  • 8 Sell Everything
  • 9 My Life
  • 10 Grey Skies
  • 11 With the Shit
  • 12 Hittin' a Lick
  • 13 This Shit Hard
  • 14 Scorpio
  • 15 Red & Blue Lights
  • 16 Zombie
  • 17 Memory Lane
  • 18 I Know I Can Make It
  • 19 I Can Do Without You
  • 20 I'm Doin' It
    CD 3
  • 1 Jealous
  • 2 Wasted
  • 3 What You Smoking On
  • 4 Making My Rounds
  • 5 Catch a Fade
  • 6 Be You
  • 7 It's Curtains
  • 8 Stove on High
  • 9 Get Loose
  • 10 Gargoyle Serenade
  • 11 Pussy Loud
  • 12 I Ain't Doin' Nothin'
  • 13 What Happened to Them Days
  • 14 I'm on His Top
  • 15 Get Ya Weight Up
  • 16 Salute You
  • 17 40 & Hiero
  • 18 Sidewalk Memorial
  • 19 Over Here
  • 20 My Whip Hot
  • [Verse 1: E-40]
    He really a gangsta but they thought he was a square as a box of Apple Jacks
    He was getting his money from him but then he had a couple of set backs
    When he a soil celebrity with bounce back skills and ability
    Raise by OG's that been in the correctional facility
    See the problem with this new generation they hella quick to bust they guns
    Without thinking about the repercussions they relatives and loved ones
    I can looking forward to his people just to bout tell what he about
    By analyzing his hand gesture so what come out his mouth
    That come from being from it, experienced and seasoned
    From hustlin' Monday through Friday, clubbing and going to church on weekends
    That's why I hand-pick my friends never know what they a do
    Trust no few men, just G.O.D. and you
    I stay looking in my rearview, I stay looking over my shoulder
    Never know who want me out here; never know who want me or who
    I can tell tall-temper from tiny brush
    Know the difference between a cabbage and a lettuce
    BIATCH!

    [Hook: Cousin Fik & E-40]
    (I'm laced) Pull up a chair and get'chu a taste
    Of this sun cut game no chase (motherfucker I'm laced)
    Yeah, I ain't never been fake
    Anything I said about ya I say it too your face
    (I'm laced) on 8's, looking like skates
    I never been late learn the game from the greats (nigga I'm laced)
    Stay in ya place and don't hate
    Cause funkin' with me ain't safe

    [Verse 2: E-40]
    Uh, if you can't cook stay out the kitchen, if you can't swim get out the ocean
    Don't hop in the yola game if you soft as [?] lotion
    We'll leave half of what you see, and none of what you hear
    Analyze the food before you let em get in ya ear
    Sleep with one eye open and one eye closed
    So case the thirsty and dusty try'na kick in ya dow
    Never tell a homie how you make love to your woman
    Cause he might be the same homie that wanna fuck yo woman
    Three sides to every story, there's mines yours and the truth
    Niggas lose they lives everyday, over a bootch
    You can fuck around and get stamped, fuckin' around with a tramp
    Running around here loose without no structure in yo camp
    What niggas need to do is stay up off them phones (right)
    Bragging about the nigga you popped and killed last time
    It was in the dark on come the light the streets talk
    Next thing you know your body outlined in chalked, the sidewalk

    [Hook: Cousin Fik & E-40]

    [Verse 3: E-40]
    I read the D-Boy diary, the Hustler's Encyclopedia
    The Player's Pamphlet, the Hood Wikipedia
    The instructions and manual on how to handle certain situations
    When you dealing with fakes, smiley faces, naysayers, traitors and haters
    You can look out for the homie come through in flying colors
    But if you don't do it that one time you a bitch motherfucker
    Ain't that fucked up? What part of the game is this?
    Brotha throw me a ball and I'm a appreciate it
    I stick to the script, I'm a laced individual
    Keep a clip on my hip, and none in my pillow
    Never leave yo drink in the tenant when you rounding up with a cutie
    Might be a set-up brawl, might slip you a goofy
    I be damned if I go out that way
    Feel me I make her take a sip if she don't drink it that mean she guilty
    Can't be square as a pool table and twice as green
    Gotta stand for something or you goin fall for anything

    [Hook: Cousin Fik & E-40]

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