Quarterbackin' (feat. Clipse) - DJ Quick Remix

E-40 and the Clipse

The quarterback

Tell the cops don't read into it

Them days of slingin' yay been finished

Them days have been done, ended

So far gone them days that I'm offended

Snitches can't speak my name 'til they get winded

Can't you tell there's been a switch made

Now fellas decide that they wanna run and tell like in the fifth grade

But I'm too gone, youngin be clear

Even when you see me I am not really there

And I ain't play fair with my eye on the enemy

Huggin' the block, just me and my mini-me

Did it and lived it, grinded here

Cops feelin' where my crotch at, find it yeah

Not only was I in the game, I was gifted in it

Served food to the fiends and we called 'em dinners

Put the raw with the fake out, mixed it in it

Can't explain the cat's hustle, guess it just was in us, Malicious

If you got the turf crackin' and your money stackin'

Ya quarterbackin', quarterbackin'

Leader of the squad and you're the team captain

Ya quarterbackin', quarterbackin'

Got a little change and you drivin' a Range

Ya quarterbackin', quarterbackin'

If your sound system bangs and you're pushin' them thangs

Ya quarterbackin', quarterbackin'

Might not know what I'm talkin' about

If you ain't never lived it or seen it or done it

Seen fiends vomit

Green stuff, I had to clean it up with Comet

Mean stuff, so many deaths my streets is haunted

Believe us, you shoulda seen us

Like Wile E. Coyote, man, Super Genius

Against All Odds like Serena and Venus

I only had a couple jobs in my life

But not too many thought I was grown

Who woulda thought I'd sell my scale for a microphone

And be rappin' about it up in this song, slidin' on some chrome

It's long money I earn

I'm bald-headed but I used to have a Lord Jesus perm (Lord Jesus perm)

When my name was Earl before the rap game

Runnin' from Secret Squirrel, I had my own thang

Raised by wolves

Hyenas and barracudas, gorillas and bulls

If you got the turf crackin' and your money stackin'

Ya quarterbackin', quarterbackin'

Leader of the squad and you're the team captain

Ya quarterbackin', quarterbackin'

Got a little change and you drivin' a Range

Ya quarterbackin', quarterbackin'

If your sound system bangs and you're pushin' them thangs

Ya quarterbackin', quarterbackin'

I play the field like Vick, from endzone to endzone

Serve that ish like snow cones in the hood

Entrenched in the gutter, I was lost to the good

'Cause I make the gat stutter like an OG should

Mama's lookin', so mistooken

Nights in the kitchen, thought I'd never finish cookin'

Way before paid for this here that I'm mouthin'

Nineteen years young, upward of eighty thousand

Trust me youngin, Pusha was never browsin' for nothin'

Section 8 housin', I'm stompin' through

Like King Kong claimin' his home, his jungle

Mumblers beware, the hood hates singers

I connect, block the corner like Jenga, fall never

You seen him, posted in your hood

Leanin' fiends like the Tower of Pisa, damn he's good

If you got the turf crackin' and your money stackin'

Ya quarterbackin', quarterbackin'

Leader of the squad and you're the team captain

Ya quarterbackin', quarterbackin'

Got a little change and you drivin' a Range

Ya quarterbackin', quarterbackin'

If your sound system bangs and you're pushin' them thangs

Ya quarterbackin', quarterbackin'

If you got the turf crackin' and your money stackin'

Ya quarterbackin', quarterbackin'

Leader of the squad and you're the team captain

Ya quarterbackin', quarterbackin'

Got a little change and you drivin' a Range

Ya quarterbackin', quarterbackin'

If your sound system bangs and you're pushin' them thangs

Ya quarterbackin', quarterbackin'

Now of course you know I ain't talkin' about sports

I'm talkin' about runnin' some shit

I'm talkin' about orchestratin' and illustratin'

And glorifyin' your paper route

Rather it serve to uh, gettin' out there hustlin'

Grittney grindin', doin' your thug fizzle ma jigga deal

Quarterbackin' man, hustlin' man, trust that man

Yeah, in real life man

Some call it pitchin', some call it grindin'

We call it quarterbackin'

Yeah and I ain't talkin' about sports, trust that, ooh-uh

The quarterback