Lyrical Breakdown of This Is The Sh*t That Will F*ck With Your Brain, Boy - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how E-40 weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "This Is The Sh*t That Will F*ck With Your Brain, Boy" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Money, money, money by the ton A nigga livin' like Thanksgiving (Way too fat, man) Gold, diamonds and rubies (Just flushed out) Sittin' in the lounge, puffin' on indo Hoes, Nintendo and doobies (Lovely) Brothers gettin' bored from the daily routine Let's go deep in the Chevy and look at motherfuckers mean Man, those motherfuckers can't ride Well, it's sad, homeboy, you ain't never lied The motherfucker rides 'cause it's souped up (Souped up) But if hot ones is fired, niggas better duck And I'ma make the Chevy run faster than a money counter Mac D-Shot hangin' out the window with a MAC-10 silent sounder These are the things you need to know, man This shit I'm spittin', niggas don't understand When I first heard this shit, I even tripped And I made it up, ain't that a bitch? I was burnt, twisted, beloved and drunk You know, just like you, sayin' forty ain't no punk Quiet as a cat, man, this nigga got some game Turn up for the purpose, you know, not for the fame This is the shit that will fuck with your brain, boy It's the shit that will fuck with your brain This is the shit that will fuck with your brain, boy It's the shit that will drive you insane Brothers kickin' it with Danelle (Mac D-Shot) Gettin' busy 'bout the motherfuckin' mail (Straight paper) Don't worry about a sucker (A punk motherfucker) 'Cause I throw these things too swell (TKO) Hopped in the motherfuckin' drop (Like that?) Struck to the motherfuckin' block (Better known as the spot) Seen a man in tan tryna serve on my land and shine Dropped the motherfucker like he was hot (Little ol' punk) My peoples from the Bay understand this (Like me) And when shots are my mouth, I don't miss (Bulls-eye) A word, phrase, noun or clause I'm spittin' game just for the cause (For the energy) Renee called Nicole (That's my homegirl) Mac Shawn fired up the weed (Zesty) Nicole on the scanner had heard the word That D was caught in a high-speed (Now that's drama) In the cell with no bail, so what can I say? Caught a case at seventeen on his way to YA Yeah, Solano County sheriffs tried to get with my brother's program But you know that I know that Mac D-Shot don't give a damn This is the shit that will fuck with your brain, boy It's the shit that will fuck with your brain This is the shit that will fuck with your brain, boy It's the shit that will drive you insane It's about cash, cars, hoes, money (Brra) Coke, weed, beer and the shit ain't funny (Hey) I've been around this type of shit all my life (B-Legit) A nigga can't tell me shit about the price It's like a school, fool, and I get paid Havin' any room for any teacher's aide The bullets that I drop are hot like gonorrhea See ya Never learn and so you burn, my friend And now you know that niggas wasn't even jokin', man Niggas try to join my clique so they can get with me Come to find out the faculty has no vacancy Ain't that a trip? Ain't that a bummer? Man, those motherfuckers tried and applied last summer His bitch is on my tip, man, I can't shake her I send her to the track, tell her come back with paper I mean mail (Mail?), another word for money (Oh) I want it fat like King Kong Bundy Pager boomin' seriously, material bitch in agony Wantin' me to penetrate the crevice very badly Get with the program, slut, you're just interruptin' There's way too many skeezers out there wantin' me to fuck The Bay Area, my brother, that's where the real shit happens Niggas don't be barkin', just mackin' and cappin' Slappin' hoes, triple Daytons and Vogues Top hat strikin' in the '89 Rolls Never would let a nigga play me like I'm bad dope Oh, and my haircut was done by London Pope B, go get the four-door, mob, station wagon (Like that?) On the double, 'cause niggas can't be laggin' Load up the back with the gas, we need a boatload of ammo This shit is real, not the movie Commando And this'll be the light-'em-up scandal And when I'm done, I'ma blow 'em out like candles See what I'm talkin' 'bout? Don't take the wrong route You try to get in the mix and get took out Yeah, as far as you tryna fuck with niggas, man Who really and truly can't get fucked with, man You don't understand, it's way too Serious on this north side of Cali, man But you don't hear me 'cause you think this shit is funny It's about cash, cars, hoes, money Coke, weed, beer and the shit ain't funny (This shit ain't funny) I've been around this type of shit all my life (All my life) A nigga can't tell me shit about the price (Thirteen-eighty) Thirteen-eighty K, it ain't fade (Fade) Sliced and wrapped in thirty-six fuckin' ways (That's nice) Sold to the public, to the boys, to the gangsters (Gangsters) Crews, staffs, tribes, clans, cliques and pranksters (Pranksters) Break down the D, cut it up in boulders (Boulders) The brothers with the hearts that roll in my car soldiers (Soldiers) Now I'm gonna stall and pause and take a sip (Sip) And finish the remainings of the forty that I ripped How about that?