E-40 - Back In Business Lyrics

This sounds like the jackpot

[Hook: x2]
We're back in business boys
We're back in business
We're back in business boys
We're back in business

The times comes and a man's gotta stop running away and face things [x2]
We're back in business boys
We're back in business
We're back in business boys
We're back in business

[Verse 1:]
Ugh (ugh)
Prepared for the hatred, well my problems off of my patriot
Boon up or get tuned up, rubbed off erased
They decided the faithful to my camp (what about your camp?)
Titanium my love ones and get stamped
Stapled, removed, soil tested a block approve
Really a good dude, but he can get trued
From the school of harbor rocks and lifesavers up in the socks
Sprinting and running from the cops
The cherry, the sirens, the po-po Penelope one time
Alphabet boys the lettuce
Confisticated dog trainer attackes the K9 Sheppard
In order to do some right you gotta do some wrong
Got hella shit going on (what else)
The dusty, the dirty, the smirky, uhh
I ain't peering it I'm from peered I ain't nervous
When you cooking birdies in the kitchen
Can't be slipping like a transmission gotta be on your peas and toes
It's hard to make a honest living when your kids ain't got no clothes
BITCH!

[Hook x2]

I'm interested in picking up a few hot dollars [x2]
We're back in business boys
We're back in business
We're back in business boys
We're back in business

[Verse 2:]
Play the game like it was meant to be played like the way it supposed to be
Money hungry and zanny, soil savvy and grainy
Hard-headed and manage me and my Filipinos and Hispanics
Warmaidens and Asians smallest tongues and Caucasians
California beers is not no California raisins
All of us is fools, all of us is patient
Ethiopians, half Gannies and Eritreans
Africans, Jamaicans and Indians
Ugh, Adam's animal, we some hood experienced
You can tell by the way I carry it that I'm a block barbarian
A goon with the spoon, wrist game sick
Paid the neighborhood chef to teach a nigga how to whip
A nigga how to whip, a fixture how to mix
Counter-clockwise twistly, drop it off delivery
Never half step, go for the jumper
Get'cha money mane don't be no couch potato hustla

[Hook x2]

What I don't know I don't trust? [x2]
We're back in business boys
We're back in business
We're back in business boys
We're back in business

[Verse 3:]
Ugh
Fam you a silent dude your name came up
Way you goin live a long time, we just talked you up
But what was the subject about was the subject good or was it bad?
The subject was about how you made them suckers back up like a Seacrast
And then raised the white flag, too many drinks they had
Disrespecting a boss that's how you get f*cked off
You mean something you somebody you really stand for something
They got a big ass zem on they chest (for what) for nothing
You know the homie with the two-tone legs (what about him) he f*cking
A couple of niggas brawls, they licked his sweaty balls
These hoes nowadays is dogs, giving up them draws
Do anything for the cash
Like a sushi off of the napkin and take a hooker bath
And none of my niggas captions they gotta pay our macking ass
We be swarming and we be traffic in the slow lane and the fast
Money, hucks, fame and kisses
Alcohol, weed and bitches mane we back to f*ckin' business
BITCH!

[Hook x2]

This sound the jackpot [x2]
We're back in business boys
We're back in business
We're back in business boys
We're back in business