Quarterbackin Ft. Clipse
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The definition of quarterbacking
E-40 and the Clipse
Tell the cops don't read into it
Them days of slinging yay been finished
Them days have been done ended
So far gone them days that I'm offended
Snitches can't speak my name 'til they get winded
Can't you tell there's been a switch made
Now fellas decide that they wanna run and tell like in the fifth grade
But I'm too gone, young'n be clear
Even when you see me I am not really there
And I ain't play fair with my eye on the enemy
Hugging the block, just me and my mini-me
Did it and lived it, grindin' here
Cops feelin' with my crotch, that's fine to hear
Not only was I in the game, I was gifted in it
Served food to the fiends and we called them dinners
Put the raw with the fake out, mixed it in it
Can't explain a cat's hustle, guess it just was in us
Malicious
If you got the turf crackin' and your money stackin'
You're quarterbackin', quarterbackin'
Leader of the squad and you're the team captain
You're quarterbackin', quarterbackin'
Got a little change and you're driving a Range
You're quarterbackin', quarterbackin'
If your sound system bangs and you're pushin' them thangs
You're quarterbackin', quarterbackin'
Might not know what I'm talkin' about
If you ain't never lived it or seen it or done it
Seen fiends vomit, green stuff I had to clean it up with Comet
Mean stuff, so many deaths my streets is haunted
Believe us, you shoulda seen us
Like Wile E. Coyote, man, super genius
Against all odds like Serena and Venus
I only had a couple jobs in my life
But not too many thought I was grown
Who woulda thought I'd sell my scale for a microphone
And be rapping about it up in this song, sliding on some chrome
It's long money I earn
I'm bald-headed but I used to have a Lord Jesus perm
When my name was Earl before the rap game
Running from Secret Squirrel, I had my own thang
Raised by wolves, hyenas and barracudas, gorillas and bulls
If you got the turf crackin' and your money stackin'
You're quarterbackin', quarterbackin'
Leader of the squad and you're the team captain
You're quarterbackin', quarterbackin'
Got a little change and you're driving a Range
You're quarterbackin', quarterbackin'
If your sound system bangs and you're pushin' them thangs
You're quarterbackin', quarterbackin'
I played the field like Vick, from endzone to endzone
Served that ish like snow cones in the hood
Entrenched in the gutter, I was lost to the good
Cause I make the gat stutter like an O.G. should
Mama's looking, so mistooken
Nights in the kitchen, thought I'd never finish cooking
Way before pay for this hair that I'm mouthin'
Nineteen years young, upward of eighty thousand
Trust me young'n, Pusha was never browsin' for nothin'
Section 8 housing, I'm stompin' through
Like King Kong claiming his home, his jungle
Bumblers beware, the hood hates singers
I connect, block the corner like Jenga, fall never
You seen him posted in your hood
Leaning fiends like the Tower of Pisa, damn he's good
If you got the turf crackin' and your money stackin'
You're quarterbackin', quarterbackin'
Leader of the squad and you're the team captain
You're quarterbackin', quarterbackin'
Got a little change and you're driving a Range
You're quarterbackin', quarterbackin'
If your sound system bangs and you're pushin' them thangs
You're quarterbackin', quarterbackin'
Now of course you know I ain't talkin' about sports
I'm talkin' about runnin' some shit
I'm talkin' about orchestratin' and
Illustratin' and glorifyin' your paper route
Brother and sister, gettin' out there hustlin'
Grittin' and grindin', doin' your thug thizzlemajiggadale
Quarterbackin' man, hustlin' man, trust that man
Yeah, in real life man
Some call it pitchin', some call it
Grindin', we call it quarterbackin'
Yeah, and I ain't talkin' about sports, trust that, ooh
The quarterback