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e-40 - no choice lyrics

[verse 1: e-40 & james too cold]
i stay drunker than a pirate, call me blackbeard
stick a fork in him, he done, he ain’t seared
these nerds be actin’ h-lla weird and abnormal, bruh, they ain’t wired right
maybe it’s the steroids in the food and they appet-te
my scrilla stretch like cellulite, sh-ttin’ on ’em, baby wipes
it’s skanless in my region, gotta pack a peace pipe
emirates airlines when i fly to dubai, first cl-ss flights
it got a bar and a shower on the plane, that’s h-lla tight
from the gamin’ i been famous since i was a little kid
in my district, my soil, in california where i live
where your past can come back and haunt you, it’s karma, it’s murphy’s law
mouth full of spitters and hubba rocks in my jaws
with our sawed-off shotguns and semi-automatics put you up in the plastic
got no choice but to be a savage, it’s madness and it’s drastic
in our district, where we grew up slangin’ dope (hey)
the system was set up for us to choke (ayy, b–tch!)

[chorus: james too cold]
have no choice but to be a savage, thirty poke out the fabric, uh
drippin’ and splashin’, coulda bought it, we won’t mind jackin’, uh
n-gg-s be actin’ so i ride with a clip that’s m-ssive
i be trippin’, i’m active, wave the stick like we doin’ magic
have no choice but to be a savage, thirty poke out the fabric
n-gg- drippin’ and splashin’, coulda bought it, we won’t mind jackin’
man, these n-gg-s be actin’ so i ride with a clip that’s m-ssive
trippin’, i’m active, wave the stick like we doin’ magic, ay, n-gg-

[verse 2: james too cold]
n-gg-s finessing choppers, glockies, n-gg-s, come get one
b-tches undressin’, what you doin’? i just need income
big–ss pole like i’m cardi b, watch me strip some
f-ck all that talkin’, come back where you got your b-tch from
don’t play fair, big 40 came with a big drum
dunkin’, i’m air, watch your language, these bullets h-t tons
thumbin’ through hundreds, now i’m trippin’ ’cause this b-tch skip one
if i go down, keep it a hundred like i’m big pun (ayy)
wave the stick like i’m doin’ magic, i be slidin’ with ratchets
all in traffic let ’em have it then swing it like nothin’ happened
gang-gang brought the choppers, if he trippin’, knock off a fraction
i can’t love ’em, just f-ck ’em, get the scissors, cut off distractions
you just rappin’, stop the cappin’, i’m really past the infraction
keep it ratchet but pull up with a b-tch, fulfill my p-ssion
i can’t have it, keep the love and i really don’t want comp-ssion
b-tch, i came up off the juugin’, plottin’, hittin’ the mansions, lil’ n-gg-

[verse 3: e-40]
i’m a goon with the spoon, i’ll chip you off somethin’ proper
got kicks like i’m into soccer, i’ll throw that thang in the water
and add the soda, mix it up ’til it’s harder
the price is right like bob barker, they in a line like the carter
i got ’em fiendin’ and tweakin’, my hoodlums and heathens
223 reasons to leave you leakin’, choose one
i got a gun that’ll knock a nose off a elephant, i’m relevant
f-ck celibate, i’ll sell a b-tch if i have to, if i must
i don’t put my trust in no ho, b-tch, my mama all i trust
she ain’t gon’ snitch, i promise you, she ain’t gon’ throw me under the bus
she ain’t gon’ miss and i’m promisin’ you, my n-gg-, she a bust
she’ll do a bid for me before she see me in some cuffs
all my life i had it rough, i ain’t never been powder puff
never been a weenie, i’ll disappear you genie
with a 14-mini-henny, untraceable, no ident-ty
better hope that you’re kin to me, don’t want me to be your enemy, b–tch!

[outro]
fresh on the beat, so you know that sh-t slaps

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