Hope I Don’t Go Back E-40

[Intro: E-40 & Otis & Shug]
Hoppin' over barbed wire fences, nigga, I had this one broad, right?
She was so damn sprung, she used to hold my motherfuckin'
Motherfuckin' sack, nigga
Thought you thought, nigga (Ooh)
In a motherfuckin', VHS, uh, motherfuckin', canister (In a what? Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Nigga, yeah, ayy (Yeah)
I promise you, nigga, this game been so damn good (Said this rap game's been good to me)
Hard times (But I dunno how long that's gon' be, yeah)

[Chorus: Otis & Shug, E-40]
I hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo (Don't wanna go)
Slangin' yayo (Slangin' what?) to get my mail (Oh no)
I hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo (Don't wanna go back)
Slangin' yayo (Slangin' what?) to get my mail (To get it, oh no)

[Verse 1]
Been a hustler since birth, mama sellin' dinners for the church (Church)
Red-handed, caught me stealin' money out her purse
Got branded (Branded), permanent whip scars on my back (Ooh)
'Cause I used to get beat with racing car tracks (Tracks, ooh)
But now me got wealth, holdin' a conference call on my hands free car telephone
Lookin' like I'm talkin' to myself, shootin' the breeze, cuttin' it up real tough-like
Choppin' it up like true businessmen (Man), talkin' about, "By the way
B, what we do this week on SoundScan?"
If I ain't in Japan, I'm in the Valley (Valley, ooh)
Or maybe next door in Gary Payton bowling alley (Ooh)
Or maybe at the shootin' range, me and Banks (Banks)
Or on the golf course (Ooh), with Merton Hanks (Merton Hanks, ooh)
Goin' back in the sun, give me my propers (Propers)
With a beat that's out of this world, lookin' down on doctors (Ahh)
Sippin' on Port, watchin my kids play basketball in the backyard
On a forty by sixty-three foot long sports court (What?), biatch!