E-40

E-40 - Every Year songtekst

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It's in the heart man
 I can feel it right here
 It's in the heart man
 I can feel it right here man  it's real
 (Every year about this time)
 Every year about this time  yessuh
 (There's someone like me)
 There's always a dark cloud that lingers over the city
 There it is
 And I wanna preach about it  looka here

 Every year about this time I get to diggin up
 old school memories that I keep stored in the back of the head
 in the back of my mind that I always seem to find
 When I'm marinatin with my peoples, slappin bones and drinkin wine
 Just come home from Quentin, and all I know is strind
 Grind, time-uhh, dope game been gone it's either
 white collared crime or uhh, clickin da bones
 How can I make some sort of dividends
 How can I get my mathematics on how can I get in where I fit in
 How can I, get in get gone
 Every year about this time it's always, someone like me
 They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key
 Every year about this time it's always, someone like me
 They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key

 (Every year about this time
 There's someone like me
 Every year about this time) About this time, uhh
 (They lock us up, and throw away the key)

 Every year about this time-uhh, oh what a pity 'ater
 Spooky dark cloud lingers, over the city uhh
 Life and death does it, coincide
 Will that, scared man live to tell how, that brave man died
 A j-a-just the other day, coulda sworn I heard a brother say
 White folks kill they parents, but black folks kill each other
 You make the bed you lay in, if this is what you choose
 But if you choose to cross the game, then I'd have to break the news uhh
 Sky-ballin and doin dirt, not haulin dirt
 I'm used to fast cash and big bucks, fuck construction work
 And how can I make some sort of dividends
 How can I get my mathematics, how can I get in where I fit in
 How can I, get in get gone
 Every year about this time it's always, someone like me
 They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key
 Every year about this time it's always, someone like me
 They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key

 (Every year about this time
 There's someone like me
 Every year about this time
 They lock us up, and throw away the key)

 You think I'll ever be able to turn some of this dirty money
 into some clean money?
 Get a bidness license maybe someday start a record company?
 Good intentions but I, never follow through
 I got good intentions but I, never follow through
 Systemized, a big nigga for my shoe size, trust me I'll fuck you
 You ain't from the hood nigga, so you ain't got a clue
 If I ever strike it rich UHH, I ain't gon never move
 Cause I'm a pistol packin weed smokin, nigga witta attitude
 How can I make some sort of dividend how can I
 get my mathematics on, how can I get in where I, fit in
 How can I, get in get gone
 Every year about this time it's always, someone like me
 They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key

 (Every year about this time
 There's someone like me
 Every year about this time
 They lock us up, and throw away the key
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Taal: Engels

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