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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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| 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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[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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