E-40 - Every Year Lyrics
Make me feel it, uhhhIts in the heart manI can feel it right hereIts in the heart manI can feel it right here man, its real(every year about this time)Every year about this time, yessuh(theres someone like me)Theres always a dark cloud that lingers over the cityThere it isAnd I wanna preach about it, looka hereEvery year about this time I get to diggin upOld school memories that I keep stored in the back of the headIn the back of my mind that I always seem to findWhen Im marinatin with my peoples, slappin bones and drinkin wineJust come home from quentin, and all I know is strindGrind, time-uhh, dope game been gone its eitherWhite collared crime or uhh, clickin da bonesHow can I make some sort of dividendsHow can I get my mathematics on how can I get in where I fit inHow can i, get in get goneEvery year about this time its always, someone like meThey uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the keyEvery year about this time its always, someone like meThey uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key(every year about this timeTheres someone like meEvery 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 aterSpooky dark cloud lingers, over the city uhhLife and death does it, coincideWill that, scared man live to tell how, that brave man diedA j-a-just the other day, coulda sworn I heard a brother sayWhite folks kill they parents, but black folks kill each otherYou make the bed you lay in, if this is what you chooseBut if you choose to cross the game, then Id have to break the news uhhSky-ballin and doin dirt, not haulin dirtIm used to fast cash and big bucks, ***** construction workAnd how can I make some sort of dividendsHow can I get my mathematics, how can I get in where I fit inHow can i, get in get goneEvery year about this time its always, someone like meThey uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the keyEvery year about this time its always, someone like meThey uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key(every year about this timeTheres someone like meEvery year about this timeThey lock us up, and throw away the key)You think Ill ever be able to turn some of this dirty moneyInto some clean money?Get a bidness license maybe someday start a record company?Good intentions but i, never follow throughI got good intentions but i, never follow throughSystemized, a big nigga for my shoe size, trust me Ill ***** youYou aint from the hood nigga, so you aint got a clueIf I ever strike it rich uhh, I aint gon never moveCause Im a pistol packin weed smokin, nigga witta attitudeHow can I make some sort of dividend how can iGet my mathematics on, how can I get in where i, fit inHow can i, get in get goneEvery year about this time its always, someone like meThey uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key(every year about this timeTheres someone like meEvery year about this timeThey lock us up, and throw away the key)
