Art of Story Tellin Pt. II E-40

[Verse 1:]
We was club hoppin last night the homie got in a fight
He was drunk i hate wakin up to fuck
All kinda a text messages and voicemails on my jack
The nigga real into sayin they goin push my shit back
When they see me it’s on onsite no talk
This dog got a bite that will back up his bark
It’s started all over a broad no chedda
She was a site for sore eyes cool little put together
I kept tellin the homies that she was bad news
Knew a few dudes that been in her fallopian tubes
But he didn’t listen thought i was trippin
Know he bout to be dead or either in the prison
Most of the times it’s over some kitten man i ain't kiddin
If you slippin and trippin then good riddance
They think got ammunition but we got more
Assault weapons tear the head off a dinosaur
Bitch

[Chorus:]
I hate wakin up to funk, funk, funk, funk, funk [x3]
But i can’t let them think that i’m a punk
I hate wakin up to funk, funk, funk, funk, funk [x6]
I’m still story tellin [x2]
The art of story tellin [x2]
I’m still story tellin [x2]
Bitch this is story tellin [x2]
Bitch