E-40

E-40 - Zoom lyrics

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Come up  I come from nothin
 to get it crankin right here
 Right here?
 Turma turmoil  torment and turmoil
 Uh ooh
 We been in bondage for years
 For how long?
 Trapped up in the ghetto
 Yea that's true
 Dang  I got a dream though
 Fiction
 Tryin to make my own progress
 That's fictionary
 [E 40]
 ZOOM!
 Even though the streets mob filthy  lights burned out (out)
 Dopefiends die with antennas in they mouth
 Niggaz are starvin, some of my niggaz is havin they cash
 Niggaz is ballin, parkin they car, all on the grass
 Livin it up to the fullest platinum colored jew-els and organized
 glass
 Not none of that old fake ass costume jewelry, that looks like brass
 I'm lookin out the window while you play Nintendo
 You drive a Navigator, I drive a Pinto
 I was there, nothin polite, me and my fools
 The ghetto, field mice and rat drippings up in my shoes
 A rebel, without a pause, commodes n stars
 No toilet tissue, dirty doodoo stains up in my draws
 [singers]
 Ooh zoom, I like, to flap my wings
 where my mind flows on, it's fresh and clear
 And I, found a love, that I long to see
 And people, who be, who they want to beeee, ho!
 [E-40]
 I never had, lobster in my life (or what?)
 or teriyaki steaks, just sardines and spam and cornflakes
 Pacific Bell done put me on restriction once again
 I can't call out, but you can call in
 Can barely think straight, barely keep focus
 My crackhead cousin spent the night (what we got) now we got roaches
 (Damn!) Here lies my property, no composure
 Six months behind on my mortgage, house under fo'closure
 Momma ain't feelin too good, she diabetic
 Scared of needles hospitals ambulance paramedics
 And I'm the oldest of fo', sleepin on the flo'


 Watchin TV channels we used to borrow cable from next do'
 [singers]
 Ooh zoom, I like, to flap my wings
 where my mind flows on, it's fresh and clear
 And I, found a love, that I long to see
 And people, who be, who they want
 Who they want to beeee, yea! HAHAHHHHHH!
 [E-40]
 I seen it in a dream, a big white home, looked like a office building
 An old school Brougham with a sunroof ceiling
 Thug living, sixty-four ounce of drinkin thinkin
 "How could I come up, and purchase me a Lincoln?"
 Drug dealin, leelin and dealin tryin to make a million
 Blood spillin, driveby walk up to that nigga peel him
 Back then I was blind, penetentiary chance at jail
 Livin off my gahl for hella long she worked at Taco Bell
 And if the heater ain't workin and it's freezin cold
 We open up the oven and turn on the stove
 Survival, granddaddy's appreciation revival church
 of pentacostal, we raised money by givin car washes
 [singers]
 Ooh zoom, I like, to flap my wings
 where my mind flows on, it's fresh and clear
 And I, found a love, that I long to see
 And people, who be, who they want
 Who they want to beeee, yea!
 Iiiiiiii
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Author: Bosko Kante, Earl Stevens, Lionel Richie, Ronald LaPread

Composer: ?

Publisher: Zomba Recording Corporation

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

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