Sumn Ain’t Right Lyrics – E-40, Juvenile

Read the full Sumn Ain’t Right lyrics by E-40 and Juvenile along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro]
(Y’all gon’ have to put Moni in)

[Verse 1: E-40]
You can tell when you the nig’
When you got a bottle of Louis the XIII laying around the crib
If it don’t hit, it ain’t Nick, it ain’t done right
Air traffic patrol think my watch is a spotlight
It’s mania out here in the world, they like to go for the throat
And some of these states still charge a YN as an adult
See, honey right there, she thicker than the plate of short ribs
And the cold part about it, you can’t tell she got five kids

Right now, I’m rolling a LooseLeaf and it’s mixed with some keef
I got diamonds on my neck, my wrist, my fingers and teeth
One of the homies got a new artist in, he buzzing, he popping
But soon as he started having some money, they popped him
It’s hard out here for a rapper, gotta stay prayed up and strapped
These OGs out here putting them battery packs in they back
I remember when I was flirting with the triple beam as a teen
Now I’m a serial entrepreneur, came out squeaky clean

[Chorus: Juvenile]
Mmm, something ain’t right
Mmm, something ain’t right
Something ain’t right, something ain’t right
Every day, it’s always something, something ain’t right
Mmm, something ain’t right
Mmm, something ain’t right
Something ain’t right, something ain’t right
Every day, it’s always something, something ain’t right

[Verse 2: E-40]
Eight ball in the corner pocket, fool
Bet it up, FanDuel
We play with them tools, but these ain’t pliers
Put holes in you dudes like chicken wire
I can get violent and situational

But most of the time, I’m non-confrontational
You can play me in bud, bill pay, or Zelle
Long as I’m making my ibbles and kibbles, I promise you I’ma prevail
I’m thinking I finally figured it out, I thought you knew it
Haters don’t really hate you, haters just wanna be included
It’s rough out here, similar to a Brillo pad
Gotta stay toting something chunky with nothing less than a thirty mag
You gotta check for AirTags when you get in your whip
In middle of the traffic on the freeway, you could get bipped
It’s mania out here and it’s smirkish in our habitat
They robbing, they plotting, they out here stabbing backs
It’s sick

[Chorus: Juvenile]
Mmm, something ain’t right
Mmm, something ain’t right
Something ain’t right, something ain’t right
Every day, it’s always something, something ain’t right
Mmm, something ain’t right
Mmm, something ain’t right
Something ain’t right, something ain’t right
Every day, it’s always something, something ain’t right

[Outro: Juvenile]
Mmm
Something ain’t right, something ain’t right
Mmm
Every day, it’s always something, something ain’t right