Practice Lookin’ Hard E-40

[Verse 1:]
Bloody murder, crime, drugs, folks smokin'
Man I remember when it used to be
Cool to leave ya screen door open
And let the mosquitos and the flies sneak in
Look mama and them playing Whist
So I'mma go play tackle football with my friends
I guess them times is gone
Cause like a wishbone
I wish I had em' back instead of watchin' brothers fiz-all
Just about on every track, block, street, boulevards
Sweet avenues with dead ends, neighborhoods with antens
Whatever happened to the days of Little League
Pop Warner and Boy Scouts, the
Omegas Boys Club
Fool too cool to go to school not thinkin'
Too busy smokin' weed, sellin'
Dope and drinkin'
I guess we're livin' in the last days
Cause in the last days the Bible speaks of AIDS
Plagues, brothers killin' brothers, earthquakes
Youngsters tryin’ to earn stripes, is it worth theys?
I'll be a sucker if I don't pull ya ho card
I used to be soft but now I'm hard, look hear
I'll be a sucka if I don't pull
Your card
Nigga, I practice lookin' hard