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[Verse 1]
Heavyweight, a vet not an amateur (What else?) Looted up, I pushed pies like Marie Calendar (What you gonna do?) Shoot it up if I must, take over shop Get out the car and walk, sneak up on partner and do a dome-shot Ka-pow, ka-pow, ka-pow, ka-pow, oooh Then I blend into the crowd ... Hang with a bunch of hotheads, super hyphy and wild Tell your batch to stop asking about a player Get quiet about a player, can't fuck her right now, later I'm busy getting my paper and riding around in my scraper Interacting, networking and campaigning like Arnold Schwarzenegger Like McCormick's, I'm seasoned, I run my reason (You run your reason) Y'all think I'm starving, hell naw nigga, I'm eating (We eating) They barking like Dino, lying and cheating Keep jacking my lingo, one of these rappers gone end up leaking [Hook x4] Yay Area!! Like that, tell the people that 40 Water is back [Verse 2] We be to rap, what key be to lock (Key be to lock) Cut a quarter or two and bend the block (Bend the block) The West aint been the same without Pac So I, guess it's up to E-40 and Rick Rock, oooh ... Stunting... you hear 40 new shit, he on there coming You hear 40 new shit, he on there dumping Be all the women talk about, that nigga something, oooh (Where you born at?) Born and raised in the Yay (Uh huh) Got some folks in Lumpockets, Skeleton Bay ... Kilo grams I had to measure, finger on my heckler Having more paper... than a paper shredder, oooh Tycoon till I fall (Till I fall)... I don't sound like none of y'all (none of y'all) You getting independent scratch (Uh huh), just remember the nigga that taught you that [Hook x4] Yay Area!! Like that, tell the people that 40 Water is back [Verse 3] Oooh, (Who you loyal to?) Loyal to my soil Never leave the pound without my blessing oil (Uh huh) Cuz I surround myself with felons (What they do?) Pop inner-tubes and bust melons, oooh ... Hustlers... On the look-out for the racket-busters, on the look-out for the fools The racket-busters mean them people, them folks, them undercovers Never tell a batch what you up to (What she might do?) Cuz one day she might tell on you (And what else?) And you'll be sitting in the can (While she what?) While she fucking on your friends (Uh huh) Spending all your yaper (What else pimp?) Riding round in your scraper (What she giving?) Giving brains (Uh huh), all the hood homies run the choo-choo train [Hook x4] Yay Area!! Like that, tell the people that 40 Water is back |
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| 2. |
| 4:02 |
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(feat. Keak Da Sneak)
[Hook x2] Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb [Verse 1: E-40] Ooh. Jesus Christ had dreads, so shake em I aint got none, but I'm planning on growing some Imagine all the Hebrews going dumb Dancing on top of chariots and turning tight ones (eeerrrrr!) Ooh, tell me when to go (dumb) Talking on my Ghettro on the way to the store ... My 2nd or 3rd trip Some Henny, some Swishers and some Listerine strips Dr. Greenthumb lips, just to ease my thoughts Not just the cops, but the homies you got to watch The moon is full, look at the dark clouds Sitting in my scraper, watching Oakland Gone Wild... Ta-dow I don't bump mainstream, I knock underground All that other shit, sugar-coated and watered down I'm from the Bay where we hyphy and go dumb From the soil where them rappers be getting their lingo from [Hook x2] Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb [Verse 2: Keak Da Sneak] I'm off that 18 dummy juice .... Yadamean, labeled the Black Zeus King of the super dooper hyphy (hyphy, hyphy, hyphy, hyphy) And your wife, she don't like me (like me, like me, like me, like me) >From the Bay to the A Put me in the back wood, Swisher sweet bud, orange lace (Let's go, it's dope) Bitches wish I wrote, I said they couldn't be saved by John the Pope (John the Pope) I slid past on the gas, bitches looking at me It's good, it's good like the granddaddy Cross game, you get flipped like a burger patty Or zig-zagged... pass me a big old fatty .... I drink white, with a snow bunny Talking big shit in the scraper, going hella dummy 1800, Jose Cuervo Yadada mean, yadada I'm saying though [Hook x2] Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb [Outro: E-40] [x4] Ghost-ride the whip [x8] Now... Scrape [x4] Put your stunna shades on [x2] Now... Gas, brake, dip, dip [x4] Shake them dreads [x4] Let me see you show your grill [x4] Now... Thizz face [x4] Doors open, mayne [x4] Now... Watch em swang [x2] Go stupid, go (dumb, dumb) [Hook x2] Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb |
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| 4:02 |
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(feat. Keak Da Sneak, Turf Talk)
Muscle Cars- yeeeey'!.. [Chorus] [E-40] Not out of the local news paper, but out the AutoTrader Cleaner, than virgin cuchie, my nigg', one on her Cutlass, playa' The beat wrapped in monster cables, the speakers thump'n Trunk sound'n like Godzilla, and King Kong, back there thump'n All we do is wic, and get high and petal and push! Organic weed, mysterey weed, just purple cush! I cut the the rear weld, on my whip, and filled that bitch up and now muscle car sit'n up high like a monster truck Monster up', suck up to none, don't be no poodle Split his pack open like pack of Top Ramen noodle In the heart of the soil, where you can find me Try me fuck boi', and get your face put on a white tee 40, Turf Talk and Keak the Sneak They maynee' ass voices, and they styles is hekka unique High speed chase's and run'n lights Water in the duals, make loud glass pipes [Chorus] [Keak Da Sneak] Thumper, and carburator. four speed Trany Dual exahust dipped in sauce My car is a beast, catch me in the streets side ways Threw the East Side-Boi', crunk like Lil' Jon Show 40, and Mac Keak the last don East Okaland the land of the side show Richmond, Frisco, to the Valley Jo' I'm ridin side ways, this way and that way Doors open, while in traffic Hold the door open, (Hello!) Shit'n on em', no front'n 455 got me run'n up on Aston Martins We run from dem on streets, not the freeway B&M shift kit (kirrrk) me and Danny Phea On my celly cell stright lace with no fuck'n dew Mobb'n in my Ol' skool, like Lil' Bruce' [Chorus] [Turf Talk] Four 15's, beat supreme Told niggaz fuck Rally's, ride gold one's mayne' Mother's off candid, don't hate cause I ain't me Race, foo, smoke in yo' face, foo' Super charger, push this botton and my engine start up Pistol tucked Might be pirmiered, but my engine souped up Quick to the floor, when you open yours Don't scratch my doors. 350' I push heavy Not a Ford it's (Chevy), (Chevy), (Chevy) First owner, not too many miles on her We rep the BAY, we don't rep Califronia, (I'm lie'n...) I'm run you for your car note Why you don't got SS's in front of your Monte Carlo? Residence full of white folks I'm leave fresh tire marks top of they asphalt [Bridge] You got muscle car? You fuck'n wit' dem Muscle cars? [Chorus] |
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| 3:54 |
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(feat. The Federation)
Introducing...E-40...the almighty...707...Rick Rock...Federation...(Whoooooo) Go [x9] Hey hey. Go hard [x2] [E-40] Ooh...Verbal vomit...I keep one on it Not the scrill but you can call me ebonics Sideshows goin nutty dumbin out Take the wrong turn and get your roof stomped out Old school vans doors open, me and my coupe And some stoners we get high like Shaggy from Scooby Doo I'm whiskeyed, I'm hit, I ain't go no patience But I'm a couple tacos short of a combination Ooh...Get on your head like a shavel ? from the gravel When them scams dope deals be goin south Look how swivel the metal flower want the fast quarter fuck us for niggas 6 bucks an hour From the rooter to the tooter He's the driver I'm the shooter Don't be fuckin with my goon Orgasms, high pots, and trill phones, sidekicks and ringtones Go hard or go home [Hook x8] Go hard... Go hard or go home [Goldie] ? To the moon I coon like high school My goons take no prisoners...what fool What's beef. (Niggas want E-40 on a fat verse) Swingin through the drive-thru, smash the front Jackin' off. If you're from the Yay, that's what. Open up the doors, go (go) ? Sick, Monkey on my back Psychos on my milk, won't let me go Down my throat, Yes (yes), cuz (cuz), buzz (buzz) What (what), I (I), go (go), numb (numb) Slack folks like Droop-E too Put thumb on the back like Rick on the NPC [Hook] [Interlude x4] We jumpin on the top, man, scrape hella cool 3 or 4 niggas tryina cave in a room [Stress] Little purp, cuss like a sailor Hand on my waist in the 2-man tailor Get rich, hate being bold My bitch keep askin for juicy ? In the club, you know we strapped up My white tee shirt look like coke wrapped up Forces and jeans, can't wear slacks Got good hair, new wave cap Smoke block, standin on the curb Same niggas with me I been knowin since the 3rd Tryna get it, sucks bein bummy Never should've give you niggas money [Doon] My bitch wanna see drop H's Grind more than Haitians or Jamaicans Ain't about money, then ain't got patience Don't bring money, then don't have relations Some like Hannibal, I'm a mammal Ain't with monkeys like Mike and Emmanuel Change the channel, rearrange panels 0-7 like the perm old cabby And this babby she don't bring patties She can't ride shotgun in the ? Caddy Pull my nigga in, let him count paint Don't cut him off like J did Dane [Hook] Sick Wit It |
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| 5:04 |
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(feat. B-Legit, Stressmatic of The Federation)
[Intro] Gouda Sick Wid It Records BME Warner Brothers The Machinery (Yee!) Oooh, look out pimp! Heavy on the grindin' entertainment Stovetop productions [Verse 1 - E-40] Oooh, Hustlers are us My game sharper than an elephant's tusk Me myself at night the only that I can trust Sleep with one eye open finger on the pistol clutch (Ka ka ka!) I got my hands and everything, I'm real instrumental I'm as real as they come and got no bitch potential When I was comin' up there certain things we don't allow Like long fingernails and me and arching the eyebrow Here's another thing I don't condone and don't approve How all of a sudden snitchin' became cool (I dunno) I'm gamed up I be chewin' on this mack granite OG Jay be stomped that laced that niggas posted never can I brought the baddest broad in the whole facilitation All by way of mouthpiece just by my manipulation I can make it look like I'm at my best when I'm at my worst Persuade the broad to put on the dress and break her for her purse [Hook] Ten wraps and a rubber band (Gouda) Three or four more in my other hand (Gouda) Five, ten, fifteen, twenty (Gouda) Twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty (Chalupa) Gettin' money I'm a stunna, man (Gouda) In a 'lac shootin' box like a hundred grand (Gouda) Forty-five, fifty-five, sixty-five, seventy-five (Gouda) Eighty-five, ninety-five, wait, what am I doing? (Chalupa) [Verse 2 - E-40] A day in the life on the soil in Caliscrillya Take the wrong turn and these youngstas out here kill ya Well I ain't concerned, they love us hustlas and dealers They wanna tear our houses down so they can build some of my kids Oooh, Just tryna get my point across Where I'm from it's pandamonium and chaos Where I'm from the lights is off, we use matches Where I'm from we do it bare-faced instead of ski masks (Ka ka ka!) Oooh, No more talking on them cells I heard the federal went ahead and bought Nextel (what?) Oooh, Over-crowded jails They got us sleepin' in the gym instead of our own cells Ooh, Put our yeti together Me and my investors, we flippin' ten or better I got some booty, got a little bit of cheddar Mama now you got more killers than a peacock better [Hook] [Verse 3 - B-Legit] Gettin' money I'm a stunna man With bitch like I do little whips about the stunna van My ? she a runner man Off top, i'ma boss, shoot a box full of rubber bands Contraband, on the other hand Big girls, big quips, turn around, roll center man On the real, I'm a gentleman Put the scrilla, I'm a killa, man, hit it like a little man What you doin' with that? From the scratch, we can load up the 'lac A-1, we can bring that back From day 1, we get them wraps Big stacks from the back of the shack Ayee, I buy the weed man Hella turkey bags just to put my weed in Ohhh, we gettin' chalupa Wrapped cheese in a rubber band and call it gouda [Hook] [Interlude] Look out pimp! Ai-i-i-te! What it do! We gettin' it, so whatchu need? (Gouda) Bay business, so whatchu need? (Gouda) We gettin' it, so whatchu need? (Gouda) Ice ?, so whatchu need? (Chalupa) We gettin' it, so whatchu need? (Gouda) Bay business, so whatchu need? (Gouda) We gettin' it, so whatchu need? (Gouda) Sick Wid It, so whatchu need? (Chalupa) We doin' way too much (Gouda) We never watered down, we doin' way too much (Gouda) And you don't wanna stunt with us (Gouda) Hustlers are us, we doin' way too much (Chalupa) We doin' way too much (Gouda) We never watered down, we doin' way too much (Gouda) And you don't wanna stunt with us (Gouda) Hustlers are us, we doin' way too much (Chalupa) [Hook] [Outro] The definition of gouda (What's the definition?) Chalupa, scrilla, scratch, paper, yaper Capital (the definition) Gouda means cheese, and cheese means yaper you square ass square butts Biiiiiattchhhhh! Let's get back to what we'se talkin' about earlier What was we talkin' about earlier, pi-imp? Hustlers...hustlers are us. Uh oh. Ahhh. Look out (Look out, pimp) |
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| 6. |
| 3:28 |
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[Turf Talk + (E-40)]
Damn nigga, ay where Mikey at mayne? Ay, ay Droop-E, Droop-E! You old enough to drink nigga? Whassup cousin? (Whassup tycoon, what's goin on?) It's your young nephew Turkey mayne (What is it boy? What's goin on family?) There's a lot of shit that need to be said big cousin (Talk to me, I'll talk back) First of all I'ma start by just sayin we can't be f**ked with And you know it!!! (Ooooh) Got all the whole hood in this motherf**ker (the whole soil) Sick Wid It nigga (now) been runnin this shit [E-40] Look out pimp! Oyster Perpetual, cushion cut bezel I'm busy I ain't even had time to eat a fortune cookie Since I signed with BME every promoter and every agency in the industry been tryin to book me Mackin-ass 40, what that do? Sometimes me, always you Man you a real-ass nigga, man you a boss If I had yo' hand I woulda been done cut mine off A cult following, hustlers they love me Kill a tree and put a rock in the hospital over me If you see me up in the mountains with a lion, I ain't lyin Nigga don't help me, my nigga help the mountain lion! Uhh, chalupas {?} thousand dollar stacks Turn a couple of ki's into a couple hundred racks The main drag, the soil, the blacktop The gravel, the D-spot, we open like IHOP [Turf Talk] Yea mayne! These motherf**kers know! Nigga this is big 40-Water motherf**ker! The ambassador of the Bay nigga! Nigga we stay eatin over here motherf**ker! You niggaz need to step your motherf**kin weight up nigga Sick Wid It, BME motherf**ker [E-40] Look out pimp! Hit me on my chirp, I got that work F**k e'rybody else, I got myself on my shirt Better hurry up and come and get 'em we got the lowest rates I'm tellin you pimpin cause they goin like hotcakes Cops come and spoil it we flushin it down the toilet Throw it in the battery acid and then destroy it Pay attention and learn, while I teach you how to grit and grind Fifteen five? All the time (cool) These square-ass rappers, they get a few bucks Then they, lose contact get out of touch With the, with the streets, we stick to the turf like cleets Off the leash, we thirsty we hungry we beasts Look out, watch out, here come the jumpout Hide your dope in your anus, and put the weed out 'Fore they beat us and choke us and take our funds And shoot us with them tazer guns [Turf Talk] You niggaz'll get your motherf**kin head knocked off f**kin with us boy Nigga we been doin this shit nigga Niggaz need to bow the f**k down and pay homage nigga Niggaz been stealin our shit for years 40! Niggaz brave to talk around these motherf**kers, WATER! [E-40] The whole enchilada, the whole taco Motherf**ker I'm a capo! Play with hundred round drums Me and my u-salaam(?) A stingy nigga, watch every penny that I spend Go to any hood in the world and fit right in A young nigga, with an old soul A busy nigga, put the President on hold Ride Vogues, 26 inch toes Got the inside of the laws smokin like broke stogs You can find me in the mall, buyin up all the clothes Or in A-T-L or Club 112, throwin them 'bows Left and right arms froze, cold like the ice from the cooler Just left the jeweler, rose gold, Frank Mueller I smoke big, growin weed in my garage Police roll up, I got a cannabis card [Turf Talk] Wait wait wait! Money.. power and respect motherf**ker 40 told you niggaz mayne! We hongry nigga! We eat soup with a fork around this bitch mayne! Knahmean? Step your motherf**kin weight up nigga You niggaz pockets is touchin motherf**ker You starvin! [laughter] |
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| 3:56 |
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[E-40]
I like this Rick Rock I don't be slackin in my mackin, I be doin it in a player fashion Makin it happen, speakers slappin, scootin and skatin and Cadillac'n I be, representin my region and pullin up in somethin decent Used to buy shit off the lot, but now lately I've been leasin Like the white man I've been thinkin, tryin to come up with a plan How to spend this dope money, buy some houses and some land Tryin to teach you niggaz somethin, tryin to lace you like a shoe Buy a couple of fixer uppers pimpin it ain't gotta be brand new I'm a boss about my shit, about the way I carry it The way I wear my glasses low, the way I sport my toothpick The way I pop it at a hoe, the way I utilize my mouth The way I keep my fuckin blowover over at a relative's house Beware of yo' surroundings, gotta handpick yo' cronies Gotta be about your allowance, and X out all the phonies Gotta watch out for them folks, gotta watch yo' conversations Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping [Chorus] (Aww shit, talk in pig latin, use the codes) They might be taping (Aww man, you think they taping?) Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping (Aww shit, they readin lips, cover your nose) They might be taping (Naw man, you think they taping?) Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping [E-40] 40 {?} an ounce of space, ain't even had time to wash my face I been in the traffic tryin to get it, I ain't got time to fuckin waste My money's short like I'm slippin, I'm tryin to smack it up and flip it I'm tryin to turn this thousand dollars into a quarter of a mill' ticket Some of you suckers be lyin to kick it, but that ain't the fuckin way Niggaz be sellin mo' wolf tickets than fake autographs on eBay My orangutangs'll growl, with our upside down smile We been doin it for a while, you can check my d-boy file I be fuckin 'em up like this man, I be killin 'em off like that Divin up in them hoes mayne and treatin them hoes like rats Niggaz don't really know that I'm so sincere about this here Niggaz don't really know that I got my name from drinkin beer Do a cauliflowered ear, me and my muskateers Come through with them choppers, let the lil' homey steer I like to dress up in my doctors, camouflage my real career But I'm really packin woppers, pistols rusty like Pam Grier [Chorus] [Interlude] "Taping, taping, taping-taping-taping" [2X] [E-40] They might be taping "Taping, taping, taping-taping-taping" [2X] [E-40] Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping [E-40] I wish a motherfucker would, I'm still livin my second childhood My mentality, my frame of mind, all hood I'm in the local booth with my nine, breakin down a backwood Sippin on 40, drink cloud nine, try to get it while it's good In the heart of the soil, in the middle of the paint, where it ain't Where we park our cars on the grass, sell hop and push crank Where the dopefiends dig in our tracks and siphon gas from our tanks Where the biggest hypocrites in the church call themselves saints I don't gossip like bitches I mind my own fuckin business Dig yaper good money cause that sucker shit ain't nutritious I don't be burnin no bridges I'm a loyalist 'bout my riches Gumbo pots boil, good with the skillet like a chemist Steady long like a female weave, cooler than antifreeze Bust you in the toe like Eddie Murphy did DeLouise Act like you know what I represent, bitch please That powdered milk section 8 and that government cheese, hoe! [Chorus] [Outro - same as Interlude] |
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| 4:45 |
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[Chorus - E-40]
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this [E-40 - Verse 1] When I told ya I had a white gurl I thought yall was gonna hurl Yall looked sick but the bitch still suck on my dick {ohh} But to all my niggaz in the pin and some wating to get it in I want all yall niggas to.... [Chorus - E-40] Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this [Doe - Verse 2] This is a discipline rap for my niggaz back in tha bin Tryin to hustle for the tin A discipline tracks for my niggaz that rap But now im back and I hope ya dont do that ... Soul is the heart of it I hope I can get every lil bit of it But sometimes ya gotta slow it down Like the few Mc's that do shows in my town Back in 2000 the rap game was lackin Like some of them rappers bringin two steps back in But today is the day for hunger in the game It aint bout the fame its all about the brains And if you got that and yo rhymes are phat Gone on head and do that But ya always gotta think ... Ohh u thought I stopped rappin Put yo money back in the bank on my rank im numba 1 You is numba 2 I dont know what cha gone do Ya gotta think it threw but too all my Mc's Back in the game this shit it like it was back in the day Im bout to thorw the fist all my hoes do ya head like this {ohh} [Chorus - E-40] Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this [E-40 - Verse 3] Check it out now My boy doe just ripped it Sip it smkoe it do sumthin wid it Get suppa sick wid it Girl im headin to tha south I really want u to head down south if u know what I mean Use ur mouth like ur in a bath ridin on a rath But to all my niggaz in the pin and some wating to get it in I want all yall niggas to.... [Chorus - E-40] Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this [Keak Da Sneak - Verse 4] Super hyipihe in this bitch smokin on da litch Throw that bitch right back in that nasty ass ditch X on my side slab on my phab my car shoot bullets Like the arm of donavaon mccnabb but think fast hoe 4-4 gone blow me and e-40 we got all the dough But my boy doe he git it to he hustlin at 14 Tryin to get a wagur too [Chorus - E-40] Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this |
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| 3:47 |
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(feat. Miko, Stressmatic of The Federation)
(Verse 1: E-40) Out here is sick, AR-70's and albino pits (Albino pits) Patriots and bushmasters, home invasions and licks I'm in it to make the most, you in it to flamboast (Boast) You in it to tricking off to them hoes, I'm in to make her buy me some clothes (Clothes) I be treating my scraper like a Rolls, lemme stop lying, no I don't (Don't) I be sideways on two toys, all the rappers call me Unc (Unc) Feasible, unheathable, the best thing that ever did it (Did it) Incredible like E. Jerome, you pitch it, I'm a hit it (Hit it) One of my youngsters just got popped with a thumper (Thumper) They tryna wash him, they talking football numbers (Football numbers) They tryna stop him, it's murk in the Ave (In the Ave) Take one of mine, I'm take three of theirs (Three of theirs) Some of you suckers can't take a lettuce from a cabbage (Cabbage) A coon from a plum, kangaroo from a radish (From a raddish) Look at my life, look at my guys, look at my fame (Look at my fame) Look at you guys, look at my eyes, look at my cane (Look at my cane) (Hook: Stressmatic x2) Block, block, block, block boi Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi ... Block, block, block, block boi Ride with a thing to put your head on a slab (Verse 2: Miko) M wanted this piece, already (Already) Squat a 33-year-old Chevy (Old Chevy) Replace everything, all in Heat Cherry (Yeah) So much chrome under the hood, straight scary Get my grown man on, Sacramento Valley On 22's, playboy vet rallies (Rallies) Tremendo, to the extreme, where I go Pimping I'm cleaner than a San Jose car show ... Hotter than Barstow in August Chevy Land love me, I'm year one flawless (One flawless) The law just, pull up beside me, give me the thumbs up I turn the beat up like "That's what up" Hah, studio tone, yadadamean Got us mobbed out, smacking like magazine (Like magazine) When I wanna roll deep, I gotta van (Gotta van) But right now, it's young Meek in the waterbed (Hook: Stressmatic x2) Block, block, block, block boi Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi ... Block, block, block, block boi Ride with a thing to put your head on a slab (Verse 3: E-40) Sick of turfs scorchers, smoking hot like a broken stove Me and my Filipinos, Tongans and Cholos ... On the soil, taking precaution On the roof, in the trees with the Latins, listening and watching, oooh ... Good grief, it's never been this ugly out here, we in some heavy beef They left his body in the streets for twelve hours Candlelight vigils, sidewalk funerals and flowers, oooh These youngsters aint listening, they disrespecting me Aint no OG's to holler at, no one to detonate, oooh ... Chemical babies, the parents smoking rocks Plus they aint never had a chance to know God (To know God) In my days, I was raised in the church Momma did what she could just to keep us off the turf (Keep us off the turf) ... But it aint no one to blame (But) But Noriega and Regan and rock cocaine (Hook: Stressmatic x2) Block, block, block, block boi Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi ... Block, block, block, block boi Ride with a thing to put your head on a slab |
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| 11. |
| 4:23 |
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(feat. Bun B, Pimp C of UGK, Juelz Santana)
[Chorus] white gurl [8x] I got dat whiiiiite gurl [3x] girl girl [8x] oooh I throw tha yola in tha pot let it simmer n bave add a lil bakin soda make it foam like after shave I like to serve my dope wet cuz it weigh a hella lot more u can smell the residue n the fumes from next do' turf superstar, microwaves n pickle jars potrtable digital scales, custom painted muscle cars pimpin where the razor blade? use a saftey pin what they goin fo'? nigga wutchu trynna spend? when its a drought, I jus sit on my dope n wait for the prices to sky rocket and rise like real estate I got dat icecream, that candy, that girl, that white white white my christler charger 2006 hemi tight tight tight im a d-boi (booch) I thought u knew jus like every other mother fucker in my crew bundle in the bushes, chop her up in the tree Ak will light up ur chest like ET [Chorus] [Juelz Santana] now let me introduce the world to my girl she white, she bright, she shines like a pearl and I aint talkin bout Lindsay Lohan im talkin bout that sniff, that blow man that 1 hit that will get u open might make ur nose bleed if it's potaint so if ur not ready, homie dont tamper with it she da chick who had Tony Montana slippin she so bad, she make u mad but soon as u get that, she make u cash (that white girl) but she aint always that light, she aint always that bright, she aint always that white gimme 1 girl, I mean 1 gram I'll teach u how to give a white girl a sun tan put it in that pot, till it get dat hot, then start tha Sir-Mix-Alot (ight) [Chorus] well down in the dirty.....south to be exact gettin money with white girls is a well known fact I like 'em black, brown, puerto rican or asian but nothin bring the bread back like a caucasian weather winter fall summer or spring the white gurls always down for doin the damn thing put her on the highway, she aint no punk gotta white girl drivin with white gurls in the trunk I aint lyin its the best thing goin when my white gurls around its always snowin mama cant stand her tellin me to switch sayin imma go to jail fuckin with that white bitch always around to keep me paid with some white girls on my team I got it made so if ur down on ur luck n got no money then do what I do go get u a snow bunny [Chorus] I got the pirex workin with the white girl in it its the dope super bowl n nigga im bout to win it ?? when we through with this badge we goin out to the bahamas I keep a silk braud wen im fuckin wit the hard cuz the never get stopped my the motha fuckin cops fools look hard but the bitches is fraud dont like to see me ball, want me to go rock from rock move around bitch u need to get out the way I keep a young suzi when its time to move yay u need to learn the game before u try to play like cab gone those laws will take u away so I keep me a snow bunny ridin in the front with a triple zillion head in a platnum cup u already know they eat nuts like a squrril lemme hit u in ur head n bust nuts in ur curl white girl |
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| 1:17 |
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| 3:23 |
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T-Pain
Girl, I been shaking, sticking and moving tryna to get you and that booty Tryna get to you and that booty Tryna get to you and that booty Girl, I been shaking and acting a donkey tryna to get you and that monkey Tryna to get you and that monkey Tryna to get you and that monkey T-Pain Girl, he simping (Simpin) I walk up in the club with a limpin (Limpin) God listen, what you gonna do, with this pimpin What you gonna do, with this pimpin Girl, I'm a call ya (Call ya) Later on tonight or tomorrow ('Morrow), now follow What you gonna do, with this baller What you gonna do, with this baller E-40 What you gonna do when I bend the block (Bend the block) Pull up on that ass in a brand new drop (Brand new drop) Speakers on blast with tremendous knock ('Mendous knock) TV's in the dash, rims just won't stop You need to be down with a pimp like me I ain't turning down nothing but my collar, you see I'm a leave you with my number, you should holler at me Cuz I'm a baller, can't nobody hustle harder than me, oooh T-Pain Girl, I been shaking, sticking and moving tryna to get you and that booty Tryna get to you and that booty Tryna get to you and that booty Girl, I been shaking and acting a donkey tryna to get you and that monkey Tryna to get you and that monkey Tryna to get you and that monkey E-40 Oooh, your ass is right I ain't tryna let that pass me tonight I'ma put my bid in and tell you something slick Whisper in your ear while I'm holding my dick I don't mean no harm, it's the hood in me (Hood in me) Sipping on that Renshaw Hennessy (Hennessy) Psychedelic colors in my jewelry (Jewelry) Suckers hella jealous cuz you digging me, oooh Now what you gonna do mama I'm tryna dip later on, me and you mama I like the way that you groove and you move mama You know the women love me, I'm the 40 Water (40 Water) Popping my P's cuz I'm laced with game Nathen but the Yay flowing through my vein She wear Miss Sixty, can't fit in the Gucci Cuz her ass big enough to sit a cup on her booty (Goodness!) T-Pain Girl, I been shaking, sticking and moving tryna to get you and that booty Tryna get to you and that booty Tryna get to you and that booty Girl, I been shaking and acting a donkey tryna to get you and that monkey Tryna to get you and that monkey Tryna to get you and that monkey Kandi Girl Yeah I see you looking (Looking) But my ass in these jeans got you shook, and (Shook, and) I don't think you know what to do, with this pussy What you gonna do, with this pussy Yeah I know you want this (Want this) Tryna chase me through the club for this good shit (Good shit) But I don't think you can handle, this pussy What you gonna do, with this pussy E-40 You looking like you got that good gooshy, gooshy Fucking round with me, I beat the brakes off that pussy Have your ass cumming like a porn star movie Tell your friends and I bet they all wanna do me Hoes know me, I'm E-Fo-Oh (E-Fo-Oh) They recognize pimping when I step in the door (Step in the door) Higher than a satellite full of that dro (Full of that dro) Holla at a playa when you ready to go, oooh T-Pain Girl, I been shaking, sticking and moving tryna to get you and that booty Tryna get to you and that booty Tryna get to you and that booty Girl, I been shaking and acting a donkey tryna to get you and that monkey Tryna to get you and that monkey Tryna to get you and that monkey |
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| 4:08 |
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(feat. Al Kapone, Mike Jones)
[Intro / Chorus 2X: Al Kapone] Drank in my cup, blunt in my hand Hoes on my dick cause they know I'm da mayn! [3X] [E-40] Drank in my cup, blunt in my hand Hoes on my dick cause they know I'm the man I'm in the V.I.P. cause I'm very im-por-tant (tant) Unfortunately I see some niggaz I can't stand (I can't staind) So I stepped to them suckers and confronted 'em like I should We can settle this now or we can settle this in the hood Uhh, so what y'all wanna do? I got a hundred dudes We got a hundred tools, tryin to get on somethin new You married to the ave and still datin I'm loyal to my soil, I don't need no ultimatum Stop hatin, I ride with my crimeys in crime I grind with the gritty and grime, let's go! I'm buyin my yola, you gettin chronic I'm tryin to go out the park, you tryin to bunt it So you know if I drop it then it's a hit The game got it in my grip like a catcher's mitt [Chorus] [Mike Jones] Mike Jones, geyeah! Geyeah, Ice Age Entertainment Sick Wid It baby, geyeah! You know me I get that purple jelly in my cup, 84's rollin up Hoes know I'm the man, cause I'm always showin up My big bills so swoll that I can't even fold 'em up Big bills so swoll that I can't even fold 'em up Hold 'em up, who dat is representin the South With them diamonds in his mouth, know what I'm talkin 'bout Mike Jones, nigga in the streets I'm a king April 18th I'm droppin "The American Dream" I'm 'bout to shut down the game, my car shut down the lane E-40, Mike Jones and Ice Age Entertain' Gettin change, we grippin grain in the turnin lane with a cup full of mud, and a pocket full of change Mike Jones, I'm sittin sideways in my dropper Lookin out for coppers, checkin these boppers Mike Jones, 2-8-1, 3-3-oh 8-zero-zero-fo', holla at me, I got that [Chorus] [E-40 - echo each phrase] Uhhhh - actin bad.. showin my ass.. Havin my cash.. rappin fast.. Duke of the ave.. slangin them sacks.. Like a {?}.. smokin grass.. Blazin the block.. sellin that hot.. Slickin the cops.. pushin that rock.. Totin them chops.. open up shop.. Punchin the clock.. pistols cocked.. Havin my change.. drivin a Range.. Switchin the lanes.. hyphy train.. Claim to fame.. makin a name.. Deep in the game.. what set you claim.. Doin it movin.. hoes be choosin.. Cause we winnin.. and y'all losin.. Big tycoon.. drinkin pukin.. Niggaz feudin.. fightin shootin [Chorus] |
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| 4:34 |
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(feat. Too $hort, Budda)
[Hook] That's the call of my thugs when they step into the club They go Yeeeee! (Yeeeee) When you hit the prissy bitch from Vallejo or the Rich They holla Yeeeee! (Yeeeee) You can catch me in the traffic in the (?) Hollerin' Yeeee! (Yeeee) If you're stickin' like some static we gon' bust them automatics Like Yeeee! (Yeeee) [Verse 1 - E-40] My area code grows some of the best weed in the world, my ninja, we ain't no punk They say we need to take a bath in tomato juice 'cause we always smell like skunk Sloppy drunk, nine times out of ten, I ain't tryna see me Bendin' corners in my brand-new Dodge Durango Hemi Pimpin' a lot of ballers, always smokin' mister jolly lama Always pullin' me over and searchin' my fuckin' car Searchin' my gluteus maximus, flashlight in my draws Actin' like some batches is, thinkin' I got robbed Doin' it big, take a swig, sip a sip, twist the lid Smokin' spliff, aready been, pushin red, bout my nig Everybody wanna talk that talk, wanna walk that walk, wanna bark that bark Everybody wanna plot that plot, wanna drop that saw on the pillowtop I get a call from Young Bob, here up out my zone He said your Hillside nigga Ned on his way home I said well tell him to call me, I love his ass to death Any nigga hatin' he gon' take they last breath [Hook] [Verse 2 - Too $hort] (Biatch!) It's your partner from the town, mayne I see y'all doin' it big, we gettin' down mayne Yeah I fuck with the V, Richmond know me Wherever niggas ballin is where bitches gon' be You can go across the bridge, fuckin' with a bitch Don't matter which side, you'll be all up in some shit Before you know it, it ain't like it used to be Everybody got straps that shoot you or me I give a fuck about who, I don't even know you Wassup, yeah pimpin', I got my thang too And it's cooo, cause I know you know it I ain't even got a bullet, ain't even gotta show it Don't blow it, it's where the black man stinkin' I be layin' underground in a casket stinkin' If I slip, I gotta keep my poise You hear that 8 away bumpin' man, what's all that noise? [Hook] [Interlude - Budda] Get your head busted in, I'm not your boy or your friend Get your head busted in, I'm not your boy or your friend You say that, do that, pull that, shoot that Now where your crew at, what you gon' do now I'm a west coast nigga - Yeeee! (Yeeeee) I'm a east coast nigga - Yeeee! (Yeeeee) I'm a down south nigga - Yeeee! (Yeeeee) I'm a midwest nigga - Yeeee! (Yeeeee) [Hook] |
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(feat. Al Kapone, Bosko)
(E-40 Talking:) Damn lil mama.........I aint gon' lie yo dome action is vicious....... Feels like I'm in yo pussy when you suckin' my dick...... (Chorus (Bosko) X2:) Feels like Im in yo pussay........when your suckin my dick........ Gimme Head Hoe (repeats all through chorus) (First verse (E-40)) Smack it up flip it, rub it down Feel so good when you go down town I like it when you moan and groan and make that sound I love to see your face when you do that frown Dont hold back just do yo job lick it up and down like corn on the cob Slob on my knob while yo pussy throb Gimme head till Im deader than a fuckin Doorknob Theraputic and healin, couldn't fight the feelin She pulled my dick back like a banana pealin' Her throat game platinum worth a million Put her on a track we can make a killin' She can wrap her whole mouth around a fireman pole Suck a tennis ball through a garden hose Low cut jeans like to show that flesh Pierced toungue ring big lips and breasts Extasy, Hennesy Broccoli, the remedy Late night creepin at the Embassy Im hard like Im out the penetentary Baby got back like a slab of ribs Dang near wanna make her have my kids Take her home let her meet my mom and dad Then introduce her to all my niggs Front back, side to side Gettin good head while Im in my ride Dip to the crib then we do it again Have a deepthroat contest you and your friends Like the 4th of July Im tryin to reach my peak Pull it out your mouth now its time to skeet Shoot it everywhere while Im beatin my meat In your face in your hair all over the sheets (Chorus x2) (2nd Verse (Al Kapone)) Up and down, in and out, Let me fuck you in yo mouth Slow, dome head, thats the type of shit Im talkin bout' Gimme dat, Gimme dat, Im so glad you into that If chewin's, what your doin, then you best believe Im comin back Black, White, Asian, and Latino don't discriminate Take it out, take it to the face, then ejaculate Freaky bitch, nasty bitch my nigg I swear she love this shit Dont trip pimpin she gon' swallow it if you bust in it Look into her eyes, she gon' cum, in the process Have her panties soakin' wet, try to make her choke on it Deep-throat action hard, dick is what Im packin' When she coughin, when she gaggin' she get pimp satisfaction.... Got a nigga weak, in the knees uh Speakin in another toungue, thank you mama cita Thats the way you freak her, Papita in her beak uh Feelin like that pussy let me stroke it a little deeper (Chorus x2) (Bosko x4:) Suck, suck it baby......suck all of me (Chorus x3) |
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| 5:18 |
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(feat. 8 Ball, Bun B)
[CHORUS] She say she love me she she say (she love me) she say she love but, all we do now is fucking fight [repeat 3x] [E-40] if I ask u rob that bank with me would u do it? would do ya time like martha stwert? would bust a nine would ya go back would ya put ya life on the line with me hit the dough track? (dough track) is ya down well ya beat a coch down? if a pimp couldnt swim would ya let a pimp drown? could stop naggin me about last night two wrongs dont make a right, all we do is fucking fight kiss and make up lay up all night, now bend over why I lay this pipe, while I beat the coochie up till the borad day light, she say she love me but when im in the studio she be gettin all lova (she say she love me) but I could get fuck bout cause im bout my money, bently cumma ridin jumma, money loans like cqcumbas, got that twig pushin fees frankisin do two three (two three) im bout my money hangin out the window throwing up the play boy bunny, aint never phony ima keep it moving man cause im always hungry lil mama what it is tell what it be?do u need a lil kim to a lil qulity time a lil bumpin an grind a lil wine and dime a lil movie, a lil money, some time a lil dochi kanbe, cheri, lou vatin a lil jewlery, why u mad why u always take it out on me why u always showing out in front company? [CHORUS] [8 Ball] man aint never seen one look like u cutie DAMN!! 5'2 with a nice round booty u was just my type and I could see it in yo eyes and I knew that from day one stayin up all night just chillin talkin bout what we going name our son, 24/7 hustlin the object to not being broke again,let me get ya whole pay check one time when I couldnt pay the rent, now look at ya baby benz with the lil tv and the crazy rims,big rocks on ya hand tell ya friends big daddy brought them,now on the otha hand here we go talkin bout where the fuck u been always in at the studio in another time zone tryin to to get rich,get u ? niggas mad u on my team cause they how u move them things, come home be a mama and a wife a freak in the bed baby,im trying to work why u gotta call 100 times like u craza dont play when the time is right we can go up in the air and go play wanna go play and stay here and love me everyday [CHORUS] [Bun B] now theres a stranger in my house and my bed fucking up my life and bread, playin mind games all in my head, sometimes I swear u wrost then the feds, u love a nigga then hate a nigga then u love again this shits confusin, in the streets hittin licks im winnin come home fucking with u and im losin, im bulit for drama but not this kind been slid befor but not this time, these years of viting this year hustlin u cant be fucking up this grind,now u been doing to much campin,bumpin ya gums and yapin and again in grown folk business and baby girl I just cant let that happen, I been out here spitin ths blood fuckin with cut throats to get this cake, but it swear it seem like the more I give ya u try to take my heart and my back ya tryin break,i aint crazy I see the signs, trying steal my light and my shine, u must be outta yo fucking mind,i just wanted to spoil ya ass and I guess I succeed, but now ya just to fucking concede if this is love I dont need it, you acting like you the pimp and im the hoe (hell no), man I swear the god if yo pussy want the bomb I would have left a long time ago BITCH!!! |
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| 3:30 |
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(feat. D.D. Artis)
[female singer - repeat in background] I'm just happy to be here! [E-40 over singer] Hard times, the struggle The ups and downs, the highs and the lows You know just goin through it man, ghetto politics Tryin to make a way out of no way I was the oldest, so I had to be, the daddy of the family Momma had to work three jobs, oooh Feet stickin through my shoes, skid marks in my drawers Garage sales and flea markets, we never shopped at malls No dental plan, no medikit - we poor like rain Colored folks think that castor oil cures everythang Pork chops and chicken, we like our food fried Hypertension, Prenavil pills and hydro-chlorizide Some of my family still living, some of my family died Health complications, natural causes and homicide Just tryin to survive, nothin to lose but plenty to gain Started hustlin, flea flickin and servin that candy cane Put all my cars in my lady name, as a true hustler should She had a 9 to 5, worked at Planned Parenthood While I was in the hood, up to no good with a hoodie over my head, tryin to outslick the feds Or should I say cops, at this point in time I only had rocks Went from a little a jelly jar up to a soup pot The fast quarter my negro, don't want the slow nickel I done seen yola the same color as peanut brittle I done seen hella people relapse I done seen my homey grandparents go back to crack How sick is dat? Beggin my loved ones to send some pictures Pray for me over the phone and read me some scriptures Oooh; it's gloomy out here, dark days ahead God got my back but the devil he want my head [Chorus: D.D. Artis] I'm just happy to be here right now Lot of my folks been locked up or laid down See I'm sayin I ain't shed no tears, no But I'm just happy to be here [E-40] Listen to this, oooooh The devil-me side know that some of y'all done seen it Somebody's momma washin her son or her daughter's bloodstain off the cement Wrong place at the wrong time, infiltrators drop a dime Mistaken identity, bullets start flyin in every direction, hit a pregnant teen, she passed But her baby live through a C-section I know it sound foul and sound hecka rude, it ain't cool But it go down like that sometime when you're funkin, and you're puttin down a move We heartless and shrewd in this day and age, it ain't the same Our parents need to beat us with a belt, like Poody Tang I be high like an airplane I be smokin and perkin, takin out anger and stress on the wrong person Re-uppin and coppin turf an' just servin the soil block Grittin tryin to put some gifts in my kid's Christmas stock' Ooooh - pour out some liquor and shed a tear For the homies that never made it and family that ain't here [Chorus] [D.D. Artis] So happy You know I'm happy to be Said I'm happy, so happy just to be here To beeeeeee, to beeeeeeeeeeee To beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee (I'm so happy) (Oh I'm so happy) I'm so happy to be, to beeeeeeee-heeeeeeeeee To beeeeeeeee (to be here) |
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