E-40 Neva Broke Lyrics

The Mail Man Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Real Shit
  • 2 Neva Broke
  • 3 Bring the Yellow Tape
  • 4 Practice Lookin' Hard
  • 5 Where the Party At
  • 6 Captain Save a Hoe
  • 7 The Mail Man
  • 8 Playa Hater
  • what's up my *****
    Check this out you been listenin' for awhile
    Why don't you tell these *****s
    What they really thinkin' about
    When be wrappin' this mail

    [Verse 1]
    Turn my mail, I talk to rappers when I touch down
    I'ma go by me a check with my *****es welfare check
    And if I hurt her feelings who gives a ****
    I'm out for myself, bout to make me a smooth cover
    I keep it on the under in a closet on the hush hush
    On my way to victories downtown surplus
    To get a blend aqua windbreaker
    To match blue latchin' vendeta
    Scadalism, that's what I'm majorin' in
    Yeah, murderism I'm doin' *****s in
    So give up the ghost my *****
    Remember me, I used to be your main *****
    But **** ya, I'm jealous and I hate ya ****in' guts
    I got it in me cause ya clockin' do-do bucks
    Break yourself, makin' quarters, ladies rings, chains
    I'll take that cartridge out and set it on the range
    Prepare for the jack if ya sellin' coke
    As long as I got me a strap *****, I'm never broke

    As long as I got me a strap, I'm never broke

    [Verse 2]
    Got the ***** car at the mall on bricks
    Beat strip, beat tip ****ed him like a *****
    I'm that ***** to hate playas
    A playa hater starvin' like Somalia
    You got some yo-yo
    Cause I'm right back chokin' again
    Chokin' mo' now before I did when I went in
    Tomorrow I got to go take a piss test for real
    I'm tryin' to clean out my system with stay clean and golden seals
    But I'm gon' be late, I'm on vacation
    Because it's too early for me to go back on a violation
    **** my P.O. I need some M-O
    N-E-Y so I can get high and kick in this *****'s door
    It's four in the morning I'm on a mission peep
    The best time to catch a ***** in his sleep
    Wake ya *** ************ I know ya rich
    Tell me where the **** is yours, I'ma bust ya *****
    Do **** in ya greasel I tie him up
    And made him watch me poke her, I'm never broke

    Do **** in ya greasel I tie him up
    Then I made him watch me poke her, I'm never broke
    I'm never broke

    [Verse 3]
    Baby crevice was tight like a pair of vice grips
    I looked at pop and said "You must got a lil' ****"
    Havin' shame he was cryin' like a toddler
    ***** couldn't stand here baby scream and holler
    I said "You got one mo' time ***** where is the minl"
    He said "It's in the den right corner, top vent"
    Folks remember that I'm scandalous and anti-****less
    I carry diseases such as herpes and nut pluckers
    Nutted in the *****, kissed her on her lips
    Made her get up and suck a little ****
    The ***** had her some play though
    Ya know she deep throat my big ol'
    I dropped my strap like a sucker would
    She said "How does it feel" I said "Good"
    She said "You know this ain't the way to mix business with pleasure"
    I said "I know this ain't the weather to make miserable pleasure"
    You know this ain't the weather to mix business and pleasure
    ****, she tried to bite off my pecker
    Helped rex loose, I hangin' juice
    And after juice you beggin' for this ****
    Like you gon' knock it out better
    Picked up my tech up off the ground
    Pistol whipped, tied up sittin' down
    I need a black screwdriver but a butter knife will do
    To the vent I went to collect all my due
    Struck out the side of boss game steward
    Hopped in my hoo-ride made a left on Newark
    Through the dark alleys black this black that
    As long as I got me a strap look I'm never broke, yeah

    I'm never broke

    Oh I see
    So what you're saying is a girl
    Is something like an investment
    Keep your revenues up to par
    And all you need is a strap

    Precisely that's how ************s make them fat lick-backs
    See I'm way respected in the rap industry
    Cause I skip, spit that real-life type ****
    Feel it, so let's hustle up the true ************s
    Apart from the tarp
    And the **********in' good from the not huh

    Written by: Earl Stevens, Marvin Whitemon
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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