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    "The Story" Lyrics

    E-40

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    Here's a little story I got to tell
    And this dis goes on, again and again
    Here's a little story I got to tell
    And this dis goes on, again and again

    Here's a little story I got to tell
    And this dis goes on, again and again
    Here's a little story I got to tell
    And this dis goes on, again and again

    I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel
    You can repent and come with God or you can know a Devil
    You can go and get a job or you can do some federal
    But if I were you, I'd straighten up and do some next level

    I often tweak when I drives
    How can a small town like Vallejo have all these homicides?
    Man, fools be droppin' like flies
    Maybe we do need mo' brothers sellin' bean pies

    And it's a fool 'cuz everybody mama's know each other
    It ain't cool, but you know black folks like to act they color
    Wonder why all the good people get put through some many
    Different changes of the weather and all those folks that do wrong
    Seem like they live forever

    I wish I can rewind time, remember when we used to get
    Free lunch and the city bus used to cost a dime?
    Runnin' around, talkin' about you got the cooties
    Liftin' up skirts, and touchin' girl's booties

    Boy, take those shoes off before ya come up in dis house and
    Whatever you do, don't you sit on Grand Mama's plastic covered couch
    Why's it that when all the homeys get together, we get back in the days
    And how come every time we get drunk somebody bring up AIDS

    Life is something you can't borrow and give back
    Here today and gone tomorrow
    Just like that

    Pat yo rats on yo back , patch your rats on your back
    Take some time out yo waltz , take some time out yo waltz
    And tell your loved ones that you love 'em every so often

    Here's a little story I got to tell
    And this dis goes on, again and again
    Here's a little story I got to tell
    And this dis goes on, again and again

    Here's a little story I got to tell
    And this dis goes on, again and again
    Here's a little story I got to tell
    And this dis goes on, again and again

    Fetti is the key to end all your woes
    Contemporary crib, cash, cars and clothes
    But fetti 'cuz problems like guns and spears
    Familys fall out and don't talk for years

    Like my cromey, like my cromey
    They called him big bread Ed
    His first cousin set him up and left his ass for dead

    Churches, wakes, nothing unusual, seem like every other
    Damn day I'm buyin' a brand new suit for a funeral
    Have yo pockets ever lost weight, and you ain't even tried
    Did you wonder if yo cash was on a diet

    See, when you're up, everybody wanna come around
    But when ya down, ain't nobody out there to be found
    If you love someone you should tell 'em often
    Ya never know when they'll be layin' in a coffin

    Dedicated to my peoples up in jail
    Ya partner 40-Wada gotta story to tell, a story to tell

    Here's a little story I got to tell
    And this dis goes on, again and again
    Here's a little story I got to tell
    And this dis goes on, again and again

    Here's a little story I got to tell
    And this dis goes on, again and again
    Here's a little story I got to tell
    And this dis goes on, again and again

    You can take da ninja out da ghetto, the ghetto
    But not the ghetto out da ninja, give me life for 3 rocks
    But I won't surrender, oh, he's a heathen, heathen
    Look at the way he dress, he must be dealin', dealin'
    How did he get that Lex?

    Of course, if it ain't used get spokes, it's crime and coast
    It's all dey work, shootin' shit up and actin' tough, ridin' around
    With gold an' stuff, it's rough, how much money you earn, enough
    I own my own law firm

    Don't need a tux, I tweaks pea coats and khakis
    Khakis, Levis and T-shirts
    Levis and T-shirts, whatever the street's works
    Street's works, partner
    Dude, you been actin' kinda funny lately since you even
    Got a few bucks
    But I'm still folks, Wilson Park
    Member three flies up

    And this goes on, again and again
    Dis goes on, again and again
    Ain't nothin' changed but the territory, territory
    Same time, different day, different story

    Here's a little story I got to tell
    And this dis goes on, again and again
    Here's a little story I got to tell
    And this dis goes on, again and again

    Here's a little story I got to tell
    And this dis goes on, again and again
    Here's a little story I got to tell
    And this dis goes on, again and again

    Here's a little story I got to tell
    And this dis goes on, again and again
    Here's a little story I got to tell
    And this dis goes on, again and again

    Here's a little story I got to tell
    And this dis goes on, again and again
    Here's a little story I got to tell
    This song was submitted on December 26th, 2009 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Earl T. Stevens, Adam Keefe Horovitz, Joseph Ward Simmons, Jalil Hutchins, Lawrence Smith, Darryl Matthews Mcdaniels, Rick Rubin, Ephraim Galloway, Michael Mosley.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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