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E-40 - Nice Guys lyrics
Chorus:
 Nice guys finish last and stay broke, 
 Bad guys finish first, and push coke
 From the bay, where they made the word playa hater,
 Where they shoot instead of squabbin' like hockey playas
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 I still got a mirror in my pocket, 
 The kind of career I'm havin' at this age defies logic
 I'm tryna get my one's up, stack my issue?
 Finger on my stapler, or should I say pistol
 From the bay, where they made the word playa hater,
 Where they shoot instead of squabbin like hockey playas
 Fat ass wad full a' hundreds, I ain't got no cents
 40 Water, bring me up to speed, pimp
 Nice guys finish last and stay broke, 
 Bad guys finish first, and push coke
 Ain't nothing new under the sun
 Because the gab god? blessed me with his tongue
 In cahoots with the streets and the vocal booth
 Solified, documented, partna' I got proof
 Mouthpiece, shoulda been a pimp
 I'm more than just a rapper, my n*gga, I'm an event.
[chorus]
 California ain't always sunny 
 California nose kinda runny
 Might go to church on Sunday 
 And sell dope on Monday
 One hand on the scale, the other one on the bible
 Askin' the Lord to protect me from my enemies and my rivals
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 From those that ... Lookin out the window like Malcolm
 That's dramatics music straight from the gravel that underground
 If I give you the script, you best not read it upside down
 Man I drink too much, I got two dranks
 Man I think too much, I got two brains
 E-40, Fonzarelli, man I got two names
 I got two chains so I tote two thangs.
 Sick-wid-it click thick like Wu-Tang
 I'm the heart of the Bay, the artery and the veins
 The club was crickets till E-40 walked in, I get it poppin'
 Man, it was so quiet you could hear a mouse pistol cockin'
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 Man, it's the block brochure, man, the ave almanac
 The hustler's handbook, the really lived that
 Run off wit' my sack and get yo' helmet cracked
 Have you gaspin for air, like an asthma attack
 I'm from that 80's era when we didn't wear no mascara
 When we played by the rules, and sudden? turned on dudes
 Anything can be confused, any beef can be fixed,
 Long as nobody got knocked down, ill try to f*ck your b*tch
 Some of my fellas so grimy that they ain't never been to a club
 Some of my fellas so street that they ain't never been outta they hood
 Hold court on the soil, not in front of a judge
 …. Ain't no need for holdin' a grudge
 My.. my speakers, my whole system go
 40 what kinda amp you got? Memphis mojo
 Feezy where you been, playa, it's been a while
 Waitin around for this real sh*t to come back in style
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