E-40 - Three Jobs Lyrics
In the Plaza, payless shoes, got my shoes for cheap
When my parents separated I cried for weeks
Had a passion for music beating on my desk
4th grade had some weed and some country club cress
For the band momma was a mack, take me to mommas music to buy a drum pad
And a pair of wooden sticks with the plastic tips
So I could practice my craft and one day get rich
What you do?
Got it going started rapping in the 7th
What you hear?
Heard Rapper's Delight: Sugarhill Gang
Growing up, life wasn't always fair
Moved to Magazine street, Nothing like Bel-Air
A lot of shoot outs and fights hustling to survive
I pray everyday I thank God I'm still alive
[Hook:]
I had a paper route
Free lunch that was me dawg
Getting teased made me hard
Living in the struggle
All i know was to hustle
And my momma had 3 jobs
I had a paper route
Free lunch that was me dawg
Getting teased made me hard
Living in the struggle
All i know was to hustle
And my momma had 3 jobs
I went from chopped ramen noodles to garlic noodles at Crustacean a little snotty nose ghetto child see people grandma free basing
What else you see?
Done seen it all ain't nothin much to trip me out only time when I cry is when the choir sign the missionary shout
Some of my loved ones in the bean they locked up they got a cell phone they maddish they be on Twitter and Facebook
I send them the latest albums that slap
The music by mail, the access secure pack
How about that?
Real ones be real ones my nigga if you a real one lets get these millions my nigga
I'm with you if you off or on
Love keeps no record of wrong
To all my people in the struggle going through it
Listen to 40 lyrics his music therapeutic
It's sick out here
Rifles big enough to kill a deer
[Hook]
Blowing medicinal is traditional around these parts only thing square about me is my candy Chevy box
Tremendous knock, or should i say slap
Album sounds like The Thing and The Hulk in the trunk fading back there chomping
Intersects and shootouts, bullets flying I'm from an under-sevred community bad credit and crime
So many babies die, stuck in the middle, caught in the chaos
Everybody got guns, anybody will knock you off
When it rains it pours lightning and thunder I'm cool with the creator I got his cell phone number
When you talk to him?
I talk to him all the time when the saints go marching in I want to be in that line
Lack of communication leads to blood spilling
Momma always told me not to tease and laugh at special needs children
She worked at Napa State Hospital Mental institution, Maggie's Hamburgers and Mr Jimmy's grocery store
[Hook]
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E-40 Three Jobs Comments
10/10/19 Murrie Kgari Boy GUNDUR
Lets get em done.😎✌
😏✌
UH! ?Lord? Plaza, Payless Shoes, got my shoes for cheap
When my parents separated, I cried for weeks
Had a passion for music, beating on my desk
4th grade, Elsa Widenmann, Country Club Crest
Signed up for the band, mama wasn't mad
Took me to ?Minor's? Music to buy a drum pad (What else?)
And a pair of wooden sticks with the plastic tips
So I could practice my craft and one day get rich
(What you do?)
Kept it going, started rapping in the 7th grade (What you hear?)
Heard "Rapper's Delight": Sugarhill Gang
Growing up, life wasn't always fair
Moved to Magazine street, nothing like Bel-Air
A lot of shootouts and fights, hustling to survive
I pray every day, I thank God I'm still alive
A lot of my people ain't here no more
They either dead or in jail, on dog food or either blow
I went from chopped Ramen noodles to garlic noodles at Crustacean
A little snotty nose ghetto child, see people grandma freebasing
(What else you see?)
Done seen it all, it ain't too much could trip me out
Only time when I cry is when the choir singing the missionary shout
Some of my loved ones in the bing, they locked up
They got a cell phone, they mannish, be on Twitter and Facebook
I send them the latest albums that slap
The music by mail, access secure pack—How about that?
Real ones be real ones, my nigga
If you a real one, my nigga, let's get these millions, my nigga
I'm with you if you off or on
Love keeps no record of wrong
To all my people in the struggle going through it
Listen to 40 lyrics, his music therapeutic
It's sick out here
Rifles big enough to kill a deer
Verse 3]
Blowing medicinal is traditional around these parts
Only thing square about me is my candy Chevy box
Tremendous knock, or should I say slap, slumpin' 'em
Sound like The Thing and The Hulk in the trunk fading, back there chunkin' 'em
Intersection shootouts, bullets flying
I'm from an underserved community, bad credit and crime
So many babies dying, stuck in the middle, caught in the chaos
Everybody got guns, anybody will knock you off
When it rains it pours, lightning and thunder
I'm cool with the creator, I got his cell phone number
(When you talk to him?) I talk to him all the time
When the saints go marching in, I want to be in that line
Lack of communication leads to blood spilling
Mama always taught me never tease and laugh at special needs children
She worked at Napa State Hospital mental institution, Maggie's Hamburgers and Mr Jimmy's grocery store
Three jobs
Free lunch that was me dawg
Being tease made me hard
I love his song
Hekka slept on 🕪🕪🕪🕪
E-40 is a Bad Mother Fucker! Great tune!
E-40 is a Bad Mother Fucker! Great tune!
"Love keeps no record of wrong" this line made me love this song soo much dept behind it more then music thank you uncle 40water "and my mama had 3 jobs" #Treal
THIZzSCO415 Yezzzir
This music is therapeutic
Bangers
Love keep no records of wrong
all me lol all I know is the hustle!!!!
🔥🔥💯
E 40 will still be making slaps at 80 years old I guarantee it
how do you know it
Michael Hall q A
I agree
I agree
I agree
My summer anthem 🌁
there's Beauty in the struggle...
rel shit hood shit
hahah noodles.... ha...oh..ok
I had a paper route free lunch that was me dog getting teased made me hard living in the struggle all I know is to hustle and my mama had three jobs
Is that Lil Dicky I hear?
this is my favorite song
Still slappin 2019
Ty all you people❤💐💋✌💍
true shit!!!!
This is his best album
I had a paper rought free lunch that was me Dog and I'm living in a struggle all wanted was to hustle
Love you bomb chick your my biggest fan
Love this song so sick ❤
Been listening to this song for the past few weeks. Just replay, and replay, and replay
me to you should follow this girl and subscribe her she is so funny too lmao
@Nathan Baumgartner haha I love this song to thanks for clicking this one ill follow you and sub you
I need a job mane 😔
PhreshPerson ever found one?
Witcha if you off or on