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[Ranking Scroo] Well I mean Man. Ranking Scroo 'long side E-40, ya hear? All crew, pick up yourself Thou respect who say, everything's kool [E-40] Fa Sho, Fa Sho [repeat 2X] Oooohh ooooh ooooh oooohhh (Ah Yo Ah Yo) [E-40)] It's either gonna be him or me and I ain't finsta be either or Fear no man, bar none, be a hog like a wild bull Playas dont keep score Let em know that this is grown man shit ya fucking with Autoloaders, Hunting rifles ya fucking with Somebody gon mind somebody shit ya fucking with We give a fuck about who ya with and whatever horse ya rolled in on Ya ain't finna take me outta my zone Cause I'ma stay getting my money on and be about me and mine watch out for salty ass niggas during daylight savings time Cause that's around the time of the year when the splitter splatter Folks be losing the lives, they kidneys, and gall bladder We in the stink of it man, me and my runners and gunners We come through dumping with those autoloader turkey hunters Never lose sleep, never worry, never weep You could spend that time praying that what the preacher be speaking Them suckas like to cheat, watch the beef say its kool Them double back pull out them hammers and tools And bettybye your them harrington riches and varmen rifles screws For bragging rights, just to say he made the news [Hook - Ranking Scroo] Oooohh ooooh ooooh oooohhh Well is noone going? No Step Flowing With real king news now we all stop joking Money in my pocket, come try take it He run up and dont want but if ya want them come get Cause when the morning come yes we breaking news Evening come yo we breaking news So lift up ya foot and put it iny ya dancing shoes cause if ya fuck with us yo ya bound to lose [E-40] Breakin News If you mess with the bull your gonna get the horns When the clouds is dark that means it's finna storm If ya car is parked and the music is loud That means ya setting off alarms in the crowd When ya spider senses tell you that something is up Then I suggest you go with ya gut Don't ignore your first mind Always pay attention to your warning signs Always be awoke, always be aware, always look over ya shoulder Always be alert of the rollers When ya perking and ya sliding sipping Saint Ides or King Cobra In ya scraper, feeling ya paper rubbing Donny Taylor or Clarence Carter Alot Smarter than the average joe straight out the ghetto they call me E, 4, 0 Still hungry, still rapping like I'm still 'spose Still money, still money on my mind folks I never play out I'm just like Pea-Cokes I survive in a drought, I sit on all my dope And wait for the value to sky rocket make them client pay top dollars so when they come cop it [Hook] [E-40] Breakin News This just in Have money, have heart, have when Cause ya never know when Ya gotta fight to the death, you can't be running out of breath Get in shape before its late Im at 320 now but I used to weigh 358 My doctor made me lose weight, my doctor said Charlie Hustle We gon turn all this fat that you got into mustle But fools gon think that I'm smoking, no they ain't loc You got High blood pressure, the leading cause of death among black folk Er' since yo ass was just a lil kid the slave masters would give him all the left over and crap from the pig Enough of that, I said what I said Now let's get back to bussing heads Know when to act a fool and who to act a fool with Know who to be cool with and who not to be cool with Cause the same dude you grew up and went to school with A be the same dude that cross you and try to get you hit Cause misery love company and company loves misery And money causes jealosy and envy [Hook] [Rankin Scroo talks for a bit] [repeat 2X] Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh Oooohh |
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[E-40]
Uhh H2, 26 inch shoes Big boy toys, air traveller iceman shoes Straight fool, look at the way that I wear my hair Look at the pants and the clothes I wear Look at the way my that my necklace glare Cars exotic pimpskillet narcotics Got 'em pimpskillet, sippin on some Hypnotiq Pimpskillet a bossy alottamajig, and Sic' Wid It We pack staplers and zigs and hunting gear equipment Rug-ers are rigged, I spit at chickens and pidgeons I flip the clippers at falcons and box Chevy's dippin Thou'n! Smokin with my next door neighbor Coughin - turtle and tobacco paper Gangsta - read all about it Northern Califoolya got THE talent Play mindgames and talk slick and slide in That's why the P's be poppin and the mackin be multiplyin [Chorus] Me and my weeples natural hustlers If you need that then come get plugged by us 223's comin out the state from us This is Sic' Wid It, you can't fuck wit us [E-40] The Candyman, in the kitchen with the pots and pans Fiends makin bass pipes, out of ink pens Where the cherries'll let ya hustle forever But soon as the murders start occurin they gon' come get ya Soon as the money start to flowin somebody gon' snitch ya Soon as the rellis get to knowin that youse a fixture Off in the bushes on surveillance takin a picture So the poorer get poorer and the richer keep gettin richer Real like estate, my works carry a lot of weight Never on time, always late on a concert date Get it Raoul, does he know what flavor the Bay Back up in three-one-oh they give me the playa rank Born on a MON-DAY! .. Forty Bela-FONTE! Skippin and skatin and slidin, bouncin and dippin and glidin Spittin and rappin and rhymin, ballin and wellin and timin [Chorus] [E-40] Boy you the opposite of cold! Your lyrics stick out, like a turd in a punchbowl You don't give a man fish, you teach him how to fish You don't give a broad chips, you reverse that shit I'm talkin about cheese (cheese) Only time that you 'sposed to do that when, she's yo' main squeeze Got your babies, drive Mercedes No if's or maybe's, that's your lady Quiet on the set! E-40 Belafonte the greatest game spitter of all time beatin down vets Comin around the corner in that clean-ass convertible droptop Corvette How can I forget a lil' bumpy face and a bottle of that there Moet I bumped into this HOTTIE .. at a ghetto-ass PARTY Frankie V jeans I seen, lookin so fresh and so clean Got her all up on my team, jockin my glare and my gleam [Chorus] [Outro] (HOT!) 40 Water is (HOT!) Sic' Wid It still (HOT!) #1 and we (HOT!) .. (HOT!) 40 Water is (HOT!) Sic' Wid It still (HOT!) #1 and we (HOT!) .. (HOT!) (HOT!) (HOT!) (HOT!) |
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[E-40 - repeat 2X]
My folks on the block man they got dat work Man they got dat work? (Don't it smell so sweet?) [Chorus: Turf Talk - repeat 2X] (I got dat work!) Yola, cavi, cream Fuck the law, charge it to the triple beam (I got dat work!) Young riders run the block Bosses cook it up, chop it up and dish it out [E-40] Yo, what it is, what it was, what it ain't (ain't) Pimp containers, let's put some paint where it ain't Block boys, tycoons, big ballers (big ballers) Young hustlers mayne, shot callers (shot callers) Get off into this real shit (real shit) There's a shortage on this real shit, I'm still here And my heard don't pump Kool-Aid, my heart pump beer Malt liquor, 211 Steel Reserve Got'cha potnah hella perved, slidin through the turf like What that is, family? What it look like? How much you tryin to spend? What you hustlers need? I got it all day pimp, weed hop speed I ball like Spalding, I'm from the game I keep my mouthpiece loaded ready to iron {?} tame I'm so damn gone, I'm off the hanger, full of excitement Run a credit check on ya, front you some candy on consignment My designated riders got my back like a car seat Got 24 inch tires on my GMC, EXT Or should I say, ESV, extended sports utility Black on black, SUV, fifteen inch screen TV [Chorus] [Turf Talk] Self-reliant, benefits off drug-related environments Crack pipes, needle fiends, appliances Alcohol intake, overdose of the big quake Overdose of that dopness make the bridge break V-Town, central walk Serve dope instrumental, me and my folks Lil' homey on the handlebars Mean mug hard like a thug on the yard Throw my weight around mark, don't call it the boul' I call it the bully-vard, THICK powder to snort Turf talk won't smoke gotta dip the new cars Materialistic, Jordans and gold watch (I got dat work!) You want it you gotta buy dope from us Swallow rocks through my belly that pass a rush Throw it up, pack it in, I got dope to push Tennis shoe pimpin back and forth to my {?} bush [Chorus] [E-40] Oooh! My crimey's doin a dove on the yard (on the yard) Know all the latest developments on the boulevard (on the boulevard) Before he went down he gave out some credit stories Sent his enforcers and skullcrushers to go collect it But you know how this new generation is, man they ain't havin it Ain't no more rules, it's dirty pool Ain't no more dudes that can tell me I'm right or wrong As far as I'm concerned, MOTHERFUCKER I'M GROWN I got my Sidekick, I got my T-Mobile phone I'm talkin hella shit (hella shit) shit to my broad, she at home I'm like where you at? (Where you at?) She said I'm layin on the flo' She said the El-roys there, they done kicked in my do' For those that don't know, kinda slow, need to be creased The Elroys, that's what we named the police I got my d-boys, hood famous {?} suit us The ghost clears, we right back at it again Man I keep my parchment paper bail money out of incarceration And my lawyer too case I need some legal, representation I'm a warrior like you be listenin to, music you can relate to Like E-40 and them and the Sic Wid'It crew [Chorus] I got dat work! [E-40 - repeat 4X] My folks on the block man they got dat work Man they got dat work? (Don't it smell so sweet?) I got dat work! |
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[E-40]
The definition of quarterbackin' *Scratched* the quarterback.. [Verse 1 - Malice] Tell the cops don't read into it Them days of slangin' yay been finished, them days have been done ended So far gone them days that I'm offended Snitches can't speak my name till they get winded Can't you tell there's been a switch made? Now fellas decide that they wanna run and tell like in the fifth grade But I'm too gone, young'n be clear Even when you see me, I am not really there And I ain't play fair wit' my eye on the enemy Huggin' the block just me and my mini-me Did it and lived it, grinded here Cops fillin' wit' my projects find it yeah Not only was I in the game, I was gifted in it Served food to the fiends and we called 'em dinners Put the raw wit' the fake out, mixed it in it Can't explain the cat's hustle, guess it just was in It's Malicious [Chorus - E-40] If you got the turf crackin' and ya money's stackin', ya Quarterbackin', Quarterbackin' Leader of the squad and your the team captain Quaterbackin', Quarterbackin' Gotta little change and ya drivin' a range Quarterbackin', Quarterbackin' If ya sound system bangs, and ya pushin' them thangs Quarterbackin', Quarterbackin' [Verse 2 - E-40] Might not know what I'm talkin' about If you ain't never lived it, or seen it, or done it Seen fiends vomit, green stuff I had to clean it up wit' comet Mean stuff, so many deaths my streets is haunted Believe us, you shoulda seen us, like Wile E. Coyote, man super genius Against all odds like Serena and Venus I only had a couple jobs in my life, but not too many thought I was grown Who woulda thought I'd sell my skill for a microphone And be rappin' about it up in the song, slidin' on some chrome It's long money I earn, I'm bald headed, but I used to have a lord Jesus perm When my name was earl before the rap game Runnin' from secret squirrel, I had my own thang Raised by wolves, hyenas, and barracudas, gorillas and bulls [Chorus] [Pusha T] I play the field like Vick, from endzone to endzone Serve that ish like snowcones in the hood Entrenched in the gutter, I was lost in the good Cuz I make the gat stutta like a old G should Mamas lookin, so much snookin' Nights in the kitchen thought I'd never finish cookin' Way before pay for this that I'm mouthin' 19 years young, upward of 80 thousand Trust me young'n Pusha was never browsin' for nothin' section 8 housin' I'm stompin' thru like King Kong claimin' his home, his jungle Mumblers beware the hood hates singers I connect, block the corner like Jenga, fall never, you seen 'em Posted in the hood leanin' fiends like the Tower of Pisa Damn he's good.. [Chorus x2] [E-40 - Talking] Now of course you know I ain't talkin' about sports I'm talkin' about runnin some shit I'm talkin' about workestratin' and illustratin' Glorifyin' ya paper route Whether it serve it to, uh.. Gettin' out there hustlin', grittin' and grindin' Doin' ya thug-thizzlemajiggadale Quarterbackin' man, hustlin' main Trust that main, yeah, in real life main Some call it pitchin', some call it grindin' We call it Quarterbackin' Yeah, and I ain't talkin' about sports, trust that main.. {*scratched until fade: The Quarterback*} |
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E-40 -one night stand
Let's go baby girl let's go Let's get the mother fucking flow baby girl let's go Everybody in the club on the floor for sure Let's get some mother fucking slap on that's for sure Let's go baby girl let's go Let's get the mother fucking flow baby girl let's go All my nigas in the club on the floor for sure Let's get some mother fucking slap on that's for sure Never running outta lingo 40 water right back at em with another single Money longer than the neck on a flamingo 20,000 dollar bet in the casino I got a partner on parole that just got out of chino Not a rookie but a vet like dan marino My favorite actor on the set al pacino This is a heater man, hot like jalepeno Follow the leader 40 from califoolya you hearing in your speaker My life ain't no cartoon it's not animated like seta Hot like a hot air balloonist im just an opportunist The sooner the better you let me know that we can do this (Chorus) Excuse me lady I been lookin at you from over here And I was wondering if I could buy you a beer And maybe later we can cud, I don't want to be your man I don't want to be the one let's have a one night stand I know I don't know you and stuff But maybe we could get to know each other Over a couple of glasses of whatever's in this cup I don't wanna go and dance I don't wanna be the one let's have a one night stand Let's get it cracking like some broken bones ,money mackin' Talkin on them burnout phones, cadillacin' Wood grain dash, and doors and floor mats Good game cash, I stash the store raps PS2 clarity, diamond watches and super bam botches Eclair and cotches and choppers fresh out the boxes I like to polish my rims and tires Hundred spokes wide With armoral baby wipes cause my baby drink wine Nothing but the best on the flesh, just like sex Rubbin lotion all on her gluteus maximus I don't see no ring all I see is miss 60 jeans Walking through the club like she ready to do some things Full of that turtle, got 40 smelling like skunk But everybody knows you can't smell yourself when your drunk Posted at the bar i'm a star I get a bar 2-way me you'r number I'll give a player a card Chorus This is for my fuckers who lets in all my guys There's a new rapper in town E40's on the rise Known for having sic wit it records and jive ties Business men always at work like barry white The guy with all the slang in the game about the yey Gorillaz , marine world africa USA You feel us, it's sick out here in the bay where we stay You kill us, I wish that somebody would come and pray Live life like there ain't no tomorrow, ain't no tomorrow Life is something that you can't borrow, that you can't borrow Everyday's a holiday Everyday may we celebrate Everyday we modulate Everyday may we perculate Chorus Let's go baby girl let's go Let's get the mother fucking flow baby girl let's go Everybody in the club on the floor for sure Let's get some mother fucking slap on that's for sure Let's go baby girl let's go Let's get the mother fucking flow baby girl let's go All my nigas in the club on the floor for sure Let's get some mother fucking slap on that's for sure |
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[Chorus One: repeat 2X]
To all my fellas that's down and doin time right now (right now) Hold on, stay strong (stay strong) I see you when you touch down (touch down) I see you when you come home (come home) [Chorus Two: repeat 2X] I hope you get this kite, write back man (write back man) Hit me right back man, write back (write back) Hit me right back man, write back (write back) Hit me right back man, write back (write back) [E-40] They say that it's easy to fall but it's (but what) harder to get back up (get back up) Stand tall through it all player don't give up (don't give up) Like Richie Rich said back in the day was true They can take you from the game but not the game from you "Tired of Bein' Stepped On," crept on (crept on) Waitin to get yo' fifteen minutes on the phone (on the phone) I see you when you touch down (touch down) I see you when you come home, hold on (hold on) To all of my fellas up in jail that's in there gettin swell That ordered my music, bought my music through music-by-mail We still out here doin it, we ridin Buick LeSabres and puttin dubs on them bitches, they callin 'em scrapers I'm tryin to keep it as real as I can man (can man) You know I came in top ten on the SoundScan (on the SoundScan) I probably woulda came in bigger but them bootleggers and that internet shit be fuckin off a nigga [Chorus One] [E-40] I'm muh-uh, makin spread, life's a factor (life's a factor) Tuna mayonnaise oysters needles and crackers (and crackers) Liftin water bags and doin them calisthenics (calisthenics) No more beef and pork, just chicken turkey fish and lettuce I heard you're hella swoll and you cut your hair They tell me that you're benchin almost 500 up in thayr (up in thayr) I see you when you touch down (touch down) I see you when you come home, stay strong (stay strong) I ain't Cristal'd out, I still be drinkin Cook's Today I gave yo' momma some money to put it on yo' book (on yo' book) Oh and I forgot to tell you too Congratulations on yo' newborn boy, he look just like you (just like you) The turf is still boomin, right now it's quiet and sober (sober) You wouldn't believe the niggaz that's rollin over (rollin over) I know that you're happy for me I'm doin my thang Tomorrow I'ma shoot you some pictures cause they mean everything [Chorus One] + [Chorus Two] [E-40] Dedicated to all the incarcerated soldiers across America (that's right) E-Figgadel man got your back man like a masseuse trust that (Like a chiropractor) In real life (in real life) Y'all stay strong mayne (fo' shiggedy) All my folks doin life (that's right) stay strong (Stay strong baby keep your head up) All my folks that'll be out with the hurry-up-ness (uh-huh) Get out and get your life together baby it's naythun (It's naythun pimpin it's naythun) We gon' make it happen baby (that's real, f'real life, fa-shiggadel) Trust that (E-40 ain't forgot about you baby) 100 (100) |
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Walla walla walla bang bang (ehh-yeahhhh)
One me on the grand tree damn come from around kingsman (heh heh heh) Walla walla walla bang bang walla dang dang dang (yea yea) Walla walla walla bang bang what a dang thang (yea yea oh yea yea oh) [E-40] Its smoky up in here, so open up the vents We heated up in here... the street instruments My piranhas is hungry, we play for keep We freakin this booch, we 60something deep We licorice booch if you feel a frog its leap Promiscuous booch sometimes we like to cheat I'm spillin' my liquor, its all on my clothes I'm Smellin like alcohol bout to follow my nose I'm mad doggin and thuggin, buckin and grudging We off of them pills, and we aint talking bout bufferin (You flossin grills?) like they do down south (100 dollar bills?) with furniture in they mouth If you like it, I love it, when its dry as a drought If you dig it, I dug it, be about your paper route If its woofers and sub hits, clientele and clout Party and clubbing, up in the building talking loud [Chorus] We gon' act a ass (push my glock up in the grass) We gon' do the fool (we'll be breaking all the rules) So don't make me murdah (eh) Emcees up in side (eh) We gon' tap nigga and grind like that boy yeah We gon' act a ass (aye-yeahhhh) [E-40] (Yo) I'm having my yay-per, im feeling my scrill I'm seeing my money mayne, im a hustler for real Gotta get it while its good, aint no time to wait Its dangerous in my hood, with plenty money to make I'm drinking a beer, im smoking a swisher I barely can steer, im full of this liquor I handles my biz, im takin' my exit Then parking this britch, the magazine street exit I pull up my truck, im stopping my soul Stop at the 7-11, talking shit on my phone Hustler by nature (nature), buster by choice I'm checkin' my pager, im checkin' my voice Re-up and re-coppin', peddlin' and pushin' More keys than a janitor, my nick-name is bookman Bitches be lookin', old-folk be starin' Patin' me down, searchin' the clothes that im wearin' We gon' act a ass (push my glock up in the grass) We gon' do the fool (we'll be breaking all the rules) So don't make me murdah (eh) Emcees up in side (eh) We gon' tap nigga and grind like that boy yeah We gon' act a ass (aye-yeahhhh) [E-40] (Yo) many fourteens, M-1 therapy AR-15 pimpin' m16s without me Wont be no slang in the gang, it'll be extinct I've been bamboozled and hit with mayne People hit with all kind of these identity thieves Underrated and hated, on by all these squares in the industry Man I'm a legend pimp, they call me EE four owe XP boy used to push that blow Gas, break, dip, stop, and go Ride the strip, hit the sto'e You know that I bought it, you know that I got it Had to cop a bottle of the blue hypnotiq Incredible Hulks, you know what I mean Mix it with some bark and watch that shit turn green Higher than an elephants eye, me and my guys Off Rossi and hash, after that ass... We gon' act a ass (push my glock up in the grass) We gon' do the fool (we'll be breaking all the rules) So don't make me murdah (eh) Emcees up in side (eh) We gon' tap nigga and grind like that boy yeah We gon' act a ass (aye-yeahhhh) Well allllright Me a bad man, ruff by nature You punkin' on me you goin' into danger Me and the Don, ruff and down low ranger Me thought me pot was comin' from Jamaica No mess with stranger, no like imposta Call me forecaster, we more like rasta With the mix for ganja, I buy a lil cha cha When they know inside, they blow sofa We gon' act a ass (push my glock up in the grass) We gon' do the fool (we'll be breaking all the rules) So don't make me murdah (eh) Emcees up in side (eh) We gon' tap nigga and grind like that boy yeah We gon' act a ass (aye-yeahhhh) Walla walla walla bang bang walla dang dang dang (yea yea) Walla walla walla bang bang what a dang dang thang (yea yea oh yea yea oh) |
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[E-40]
When a motherfucker walk up in the club, I mean I mean And a nigga be 70 deep But if a nigga let his motherfuckin scrotum hang over his shoulder And come up and do a WALK-BY on your bitch-ass It's nay-thun Don't give a fuck about how much money you got nigga It's about how you outsmart the next nigga [Chorus: Lil Jon] Bitch, nigga, what the fuck's up! (Anybody can get it!) Hoe, niggaz, go pull your skirts up Don't think that you won't get touched, BITCH! I'm in your grill now, nigga what you gon' do? I'm in your grill now, bitch what you gon' do? I'm in your grill now, nigga what you gon' do? Don't think that you won't get touched, BITCH! [Bone Crusher] Hoes, hoes, money, roll Mr. Whup-Ass done stepped in the do' (BONE CRUSHER!) Bring the pain, to your skull Y'all niggaz don't want a fight, all y'all want is a hug Your bark is worse than your bite, with your mean mug Let's take it to the grass and we'll see what's up Y'all knows about me, Mr. Streetsweep Twinkie soft niggaz get dealt with swift-ily I'm amazin; I always bring the heat Pull the cake up through the ground if he fuckin with me Me and E-Fonzarelli, new Starsky & Hutch Motherfucker don't act like you can't get touched Grindin niggaz bows up and we turn 'em to dust As the crowd go ah-OOOOH-AHH cause you know you fucked up They don't wanna see me, nicknamed the realest Don't believe me, ask them Adamsvillers This A-T-L nigga! [Chorus] [E-40] I sit at the bar and tear up hundred dollar bills My car, my Hummer got 26 inch rims I'm a star on my side of the earth, I bleed the block Promethazine, codeine, water and hubba rock Million dollar dreams and fiends and things of that nature Triple beams and things and T-Mobile paint ya Told myself - I need to stop pushin hop I need to stop pushin hop so I can buy a WingStop My young hyenas be bustin guns, mashin and pistol packin Smokin so much 'dro that our lungs feel like they collapsin Trick I see you and yo' partners laughin Jaw-jackin and scammin and plottin Old soft-ass, medicated, cotton-ass nigga You're out of line I told you once befo' it's dubya dot Bust a Head dot com, on mine, hit the flo'! And don't come back no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo' Motherfucker it's E-4-oh from the Valle-jo Still rappin like I'm po' - BEOTCH! [Chorus] [David Banner] I'ma kill a motherfucker's ass if I have to But is it worth it is the question that I ask you To blast your punk-ass And is you bleedin, only to give Satan a damn good reason to play with me, look bitch I'm sayin You don't listen 'less that tec-9 sprayin yo' ass Glass breakin in your home boy, thinkin you fast I never mash out, 'til the iron smack up yo' body Then you pass out, I pray to God for peace I done best to get my black ass out of these streets But y'all don't listen 'less I'm cussin and bustin the shit You keep beggin, and I'ma give it to ya you bitch! In your face, your back, your chest, neck and lungs You want war, you will get it for Mr. Crawfordson They call me really really doe, ain't no hoe in my blood A couple slugs bitch you thugs'll give me a hug Real gangster niggaz raise up Y'all sticky ooh-wee niggaz blaze up or get yo' ass sprayed up, bitch nigga! [E-40] And there you have it! (And there you have it) Anybody can get it (anybody) Don't act like you can't get touched, peeyimp! Yeah, my dude Bone Crusher (that's right) Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz (yeahhH!) David Banner And E-40 Belafonte pimpskillet Trust that, BOTCH! BEOTCH!! |
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[E-40]
Elite alloy candy coated custom paint Verizon wireless phone Jacob watch with interchangeable bands and five time zones Tryin to holla at a redbone Smokin on some cactus Sippin on some super duper extra strength A buck fifty a shot louie the thirteenth Head hard as a rock stop by the barber shop Shoot some craps in the back then hit the block There go the elroys They handcuffin my boys They fittin to take 'em to the prestink Couldn't say they ABC's backwards So? Shoot I can't say my ABC's backwards when I'm sober E-Figgady a different pedigree than most of these suckers up in this industry be trying to copy me Trend setta, game markin decta, vendetta, big chedda, soil block protectas (Chorus) [Turf Talk & Doonie] Hey, hey-ey Fuck rallies ride gold ones mang Sick Wid It nigga what you claim? My niggaz spit gasoline (x2) [E-40] Never low on gas Never on an empty tank High octane for the brain, puffin on some dank Traffic backed up like a toilets do, bumper to bumper Music on slap, sounding like a concert Drink in my lap, finger on my thumper Twist wig back, head crack Flat line, alpine, deck Rolla supplier, quiet as it's kept I wanna retire but I can't, the game needs me The game would be boring without E-Feezy I wake up every morning to a shot of liquor A shoebox full of herb and some grits and turkey sausage for my liver Sellin units out the trunk of my car And just think, I started with a pickle jar From a sixteenth of yowder to a quarter kick of blow To a whole thing of some of that YOU KNOW! (Chorus) [Turf Talk & Doonie] Hey, hey Fuck rallies, ride gold ones mang Sick wid it nigga what you claim My niggaz spit gasoline (x2) [E-40] Yo, yo yo I'm close, I'm doing the most, I flamboast I coast, take my foot off the brake Then I casper the friendly ghost up the interstate Gettin neck motion, deep throat Honey bout to choke I got brigadels to see, marbles to make Drop the prices from state to state like the west nile virus Prolly gammas miralicious Big spit, game vicious Man on the microphigadelian foshelian It's nothin but the forty water Always on, uh, some unreasonable Can't fuck wit it if it ain't equinomically um, er, uh, ta, uh, feasible Me and my weoples stay yaypered up Got a "Just say no to drug" bumper sticker on my truck and an American flag So I can camouflage my image I'm smokin on some spinach I need to play some tennis before I go to court The water might be finished if he don't report (Chorus) [Turf Talk & Doonie] Hey, hey Fuck rallies ride gold ones mang Sick wid it nigga what you claim My niggaz spit gasoline (x4) Gasoline! (x16) |
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*phone rings*
Machine ? ?Hello.? Rick Rock ? ?Rick Rock.? Machine ? ?Has a message for?? Rick Rock ? The Bay Area Machine ? ?To accept the message press 1? *sound of button pushed* [E-40] Ugh, ugh We flow for about five years ago When we lost a down But I had fifth of the game But I knew that one day That sooner or later it got to come back around E-40 Water held his ground Kept my foot in the fast lane Flew uppidy on mesmerized Cuz I snuck up in up out the game You makin' a 40 Water cd And get you penalized [penalized] I promise you that you get your face kicked man [face kicked man] Astonishing, you never know who know who beat you black and blue Demolish you Have you lookin' just like the bottom of my shoe The game, the game feeds off us [feeds off us] The industry and all the slangin' speeches' [speeches'] So we had to do what we like [do what we like] Unite; come together like a fist to a mic [B-Legit] I'm from the block where they raise you up Tuck glocks shot's blaze you up Big shot niggas fade you up I'm in the cut where they fade you up 5-0-9, you can page me but I'm a hustla Bust you wit the Mac Never trust you wit the sack In fact, when you ready get feddy out the Lac I'll block patrol Dead presidents and pesos Stack money and I chase hoes I give 'em blues, tattoo's on who to choose Quitters never win and I don't plan to lose I check shoes, rich watch, and pocket books Been a crook Califoolya made ya look Chorus: [E-40] x2 The land of the hustlas and slick choppas Ambulance gurneys and helicopters Gangstas and playas and street ballas Game spittas like 40 the colla popper [San Quinn] Hey boy, I'm a Bay Boy And I rep every block that I'm on Every city I roam From the state that is golden State where the youngstas keep holdin' Feds and the narcs be patrollin' Northern California, come and take a look [come and take a look] Crankin' off the hook [crankin' off the hook] Everybody's crooks [everybody's crooks] They be bringin' you robberies You can come mob wit me We can be violent we broke Plus we smoke Blow on the best of dro It's Frisco Now who's the next to go? The calico would make a playa hater rest fo' sho Califoolya, San Quinn reppin' the Moe [Messy Marv] Yeah I run up in a party mane and rep my district [and rep my district] And run up on yo boy like ?Nigga what is it?? I sell each zones [uh huh] They sell like stones [uh huh] Frisco, California we stay off them phones [ha-ha] And I'll show you some thangs Draw down, pull out the pilly son And show you the rain Show you poor hustla niggas the game Like turnin' one into two It'll cost you more if I'm squattin' 'em through West Coast nigga! [West Coast nigga!] I'm just lettin' you know The home of Scalen, Sic Wid It, and Death Row [whoo!] You still get that blow And that doe And wear them watches wit the tic-tac-toe [what!?] [Chorus] x2 [E-A-Ski] Yea This nice guy role's been a God damn cover up [ugh] We ride on yo block wit the Mac Hit a nigga up [huh] God damn it! It's Northern Califoolya [right] This Mac gon' do ya [ugh] I swear it's gon' do ya [yea] The thought's all wrong when it comes to this north side [north side] I ain't lettin' mutha fuckin' shit slide [naw] Gangsta, hustlas, pimps, dope dealers [ugh] Tec's, glock's, A-R's are real nigga We shoot through your chest [ugh] Cardiac arrest Now you floatin through the sky May God Bless Who am I? Mr. Ski, apply pressure The 40 Water call mi ?SKI? [hey] The most aggressive [Keak Da Sneak] I was raised up where we say ?blood? and ?cuz? Gang bang, slang cane Breed killas and thugs I gave up sports, and started sellin' drugs Use to be a car thief But now I spendin' love to bars I'm a star; I was born one [born one] My jersey is throw back But never toss my gun The task force hit the dock My moms got stopped, ironic And rep East O But not from New York son I get money like Suge, Master P, and Russell And build up my franchise cuz since the money is muscle I fuck wit the switch in the front before And everybody says ?fo' sheezy? But where my credit go? [Chorus] x2 -=talking=- [James ?Stomp Down? Bailey] Northern Califoolya game We've all been properly introduced To uphold this yay mane Cuz if we don't check it from the womb We gon' check it from the balloon Still serve in mind I'm pushin' the number one tea spoon Northern Califoolya playin' Mac's, pimp's, and ho slayers Were made sharper than the Gillette blue blade straight out the pack Cuz Northern Califoolya's the snake To start the strike Clear folks and judges up have plenty of this light So don't get caught up goin' to the spoon by noon Ya dig? Because you'll be missin' that coochie Cuz you be on yo way to the bitter hoochie [echoes out] |
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[E-40]
Uhh... that's a good look for you [Chorus] (That's a good look for me!) I'm on another level Rose gold Roley with the yellow diamond bezel mayne (That's a good look for you!) Are you referrin to the ESV Escalade with the chrome spinnin shoes? (That's a good look for me!) Look at the way I'm movin I'm flippin hella units, nigga this is mob music (That's a good look for you!) Got up out the game Still spittin major slang, holla at'cho potnah mayne! [E-40] Uhh, see the crib, see the car, see the fast life See the pigs, see the medallion on my chest right This ain't theatrical pimpin mayne this is real life I spit the scriptures with vision mayne real pimpish like You like to slap this in yo' truck cause it's real right Hit 'em hard, never bend like a steel pipe Blow them P's to smithereens when I strike the light Shockin all exp-luh-explosive on the mic (explosive on the mic) What a MIT mean, merkin off that bay-oh-bee-6 Off 7 cups, drinkin Incredible Hulks You can tell by the lingo and the way that a player walk There's somethin about him it's the way that that player talks Whoa - watch the game unfold it's so cold (it's so cold) Colder than a six-pack of soda with froze flows (with froze flows) Bright idea with the wrong gang with lowest goals is like tryin to get on yo' feet with no toes [Chorus] [E-40] That's a good look for me! Born and brought up on the turf Played the game for what it's worth 'til they take me in a hearse I'm tryin to eat! I'm a turf hog Vet in the game I had, music on the shelf For at least a high 16, me and my car and my cabinet And everybody on my team stackin green Now that's a good look for us! Gotta know who to trust In game we trust, keep it on the low mayne Live one rule no names discussed Real hogs makin noise in the game is us And it's not a good look for you to hate on us I got a clique, that got a few thangs that click I'm tryin to make this presidential greenish flip Cause it's a good look for me to stack my chips And I'm chillin, I'm tryin to feed all my chil'ren So I can get both of my lil' niggaz at least a million [Chorus] [E-40] {*coughing*} Back woods! Tobacco paper and turtle and Canadian herbal Me and my people and my weeple gathered up in a circle Jokin and laughin and smilin, all in the parking lot whylin (That's a good look for me!) Flowmaster pipes Look at the stripes on the hood, look at the wood on my dash Look how I punch on the gas, look at the way that I'm mashin and dashin dippin and glidin slippin and slidin Bouncin and skatin and figure-eightin and drivin And all out the window campaignin drinkin and sidin (That's a good look for you!) All the ladies like me They Dig-Dug me, they love me, they kiss and hug me Suckers be hatin and plottin, schemin to mug me Wishin and hopin and dreamin that they can fuck with me (That's not a good look for y'all!) Not at all mayne 1300th block, Hillside magazine! [Chorus] - 2X |
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[E-40]
(Yeahhhh!) Uh! (Yeahhhh!) Uhh.. (Yeahhhh!) I like that.. yo (Yeahhhh!) Yo, yo I never let my right ear know what my left ear done heard My favorite beer right now is 211 Steel Reserve If I had a choice to be an animal I'd be a bird If I had a choice to be a plant, I'd be a herb If I was in the jungle I'll be nothin humble Beat a anaconda down and give a lion a muzzle I'll open up shop under a straw hut Instead of sellin bananas, I'd sell coconuts For twenty bucks a pop, I can't stop They'll be goin like hotcakes, man like IHOP (IHOP) I make an antenna out of a wishbone And start my own cable service like I'm at home Talkin on my cellular phone, watchin the Flintstones Me and my stable full of broads, me and my Amazons On house arrest for soliciting, selling sex And distributing crevices, centerfolds who sex [Chorus - repeat 2X] + (E-40) If if was a fifth, I'd be diggin in your girl Instead of lookin at her (instead of lookin at her) And if we get hyphy when we want to (when we want to) Then you bust at everything that we run through (that we run through) (IF IF WAS A 5TH!) [E-40] If if was a fifth, we'll all be drunk And if this ain't the bump, then what? Skippy's a punk My folks in the pen be playin punk My weeple down South in the sticks be sayin crunk My dudes on the soil be pushin fins But if you're tardy you probably won't even know what that is Uhh.. I'm lookin at the ladies I'm thinkin if she was a car, she would be a Mercedes I'm thinkin if she was Pat Benatar I could take her back to the 80's "Hit Me with Your Best Shot," girl I'm off this Bailey's Me and you baby, one on one, let's have some fun Me and you baby, one on one, take off yo' thong The party's just begun and it's a quarter to one The super dooper turtle tortoise hurtin my lungs Tattoo on her titty with a ring in her tongue She off the Seagram's, the Joseph E. Seagram sons [Chorus] [Interlude] Put a fire out now they're suckin me soft And now they're all on the table drunk peelin it off Me and Feezy double-fisted the Cali way Got 'em comin out they clothes in a nasty way If if was a fifth, she'll be thinkin 'bout you instead of me (Instead of me) Spendin her money on you instead of me (Instead of me) Wastin her time on you instead of me (Instead of me... if if was a fifth) [E-40] I'll be on cloud 12, smokin an L In my burgundy brandy candy convertible dan Deville In Amsterdam yes I am on a good one Lookin for some good ol' fashioned turtle Me and my fellas be on a good one You're liable to find me up in Alaska shootin dice Out there hustlin, grittin and grindin, sellin ice Or pimpin a breezy up out her pants Sippin imported Louis from Cognac, France [Chorus] [Interlude] [E-40] VAN-GLORIOUS! (Vanglorious, fo'-shiggedy) This is protected, by the PEEIMPS (And who else, who-who else are they protectin?) The PLAYERS (and and and somebody else right?) And the hustlers (the hustlers that's right) With a ki (WITH A KI) Not a car key (but what?) BUT A KI (oh a ki, a brick) SISSY (SISSSSSYYYYYYYYYYYYYAHHH!) Oooh, oooh - BOTCH! |
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[Chorus 2x] Mo Mo/ the Mossie:
Twenty Three's on my truck (Wa La) With the Louie in the cup (Wa La) We doin' baller shit boy (Wa La) (baller Shit boy) Candy paint on them toys [E-40] Out the gate roll a seven on the dice (Wa La) Spend a Half' a hundred thousand on some ICE (Wa La) H2, without lookin at da price (Wa La) Chrome Shoes 24's, Nathan nice. (Wa La) Big Boob's in her ? (Wa La) Almost White, The kind I like (Wa La) Latest Pipe (Wa La) Like a Plumber,(Wa La) in the summer(Wa La) Beat 'em up, Just like a Drummer [The Mossie] I Just Gripped it (Wa La) Bricks' Flippin (Wa La) Fiend's Twitchin'(Wa La) Out the Kitchen (Wa La) This Song's On (Wa La) She got a Thong (Wa La) I Got Tree's(Wa La), LRP's (Wa La) Seven 11,(Wa La) Just Bought A Chevy (Wa La) On them grown men(Wa La), My Voulbs Spin(Wa La) Gotcha girl wit me,(Wa La) you know I rolled a 50(Wa La) All da Baller's if your loots getting taller, then Holla out (Wa La) [Chorus 2x] Mo Mo/ the Mossie Twenty Three's on my truck (Wa La) With the Louie in the cup (Wa La) We doin' baller shit boy (Wa La) (baller shit boy Wa La) Candy paint on them toys (Wa La) (Wa La) [Mo Mo] I love to ride Cadillac (Wa La) Buy my Black, Candy Paint Triple Black (Wa La) Drunk on saph like a Pimp to a Ho (Wa La) Hangin out the Sunroof me and The Moss (Wa La) We Flamboastin' (Wa La) Lieutenant Roastin'(Wa La) Game Infested (Wa La) 3x Vested (Wa La) Cream Dipper (Wa La) Louie Sippa (Wa La) Bread winner (Wa La) That's why I Pimp her (Wa La) [The Mossie] Fifteen's in the trunk, Wa La With the 20 Grain Slugs in the Pump, Wa La I'm heavy on the grind So I'm always thuggin cause you can catch me in that drop thang sideways muggin' Or maybe at the corner store doin' some hustilin Or Stridin' out your girl Girl Grit Fresh Unpluggin' She love to pimp me,(Wa La) Plus to lick me, (Wa La) That's why she Keep me,(Wa La) after the Sticky(Wa La) [Chorus 2x]Mo Mo/ the Mossie: Twenty Three's on the truck (Wa La) With the Louie in the cup (Wa La) We doin' baller shit boy (Wa La) (Baller Shit boy) Candy paint on them toys(Wa La) [E-40] Ghetto Superstar (Wa La) Hanging out the window of my car (Wa La) Air Traveler (Wa La) Iceman watch (Wa La) Popo think I'm sellin' rocks (Wa La) Glass Blocks (Wa La) Big Ho's (Wa La) Cell Phones (Wa La) Slappin' Voulbs (Wa La) In the Traffic (Wa La) Causin Havoc (Wa La) Like a Magnet (Wa La) I'm Attracted (Wa La) The da Ave (Wa La) Livin Lav' (Wa La) Cadillac (Wa La) Pant's Sag (Wa La) Like Alan Iverson (Wa La) They Admire me (Wa La) Like a Fireman (Wa La) Get in retirement (Wa La) [Chorus 2x] Mo Mo/ the Mossie Twenty Three's on my truck (Wa La) With the Louie in the cup (Wa La) We doin' baller shit boy (Wa La) (baller shit boy) Candy on them toys (Wa La) |
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[E-40]
Ugh, I heated up like an electric blanket [electric blanket] I'm drunk as fuck And I'm wounded and my breath stankin' [breath stankin'] I ain't gettin' this twisted Holdin' on like a hubcap in the fast lane, in the car pool lane Puffin' on some maryjane Me and a couple of my commrads man We some fools like dat We live for dis Ghetto, Gutter, and Gangsta shit like Mack Dime I'm one vigorous sons of a bitch mayne I'm bout mine Y'all know what I'll be doin' if I didn't know how to rhyme Y'all know that the Water would still be out there on the grind Shovlin', hustlin' Livin' the dark side life of crime [life of crime] Money and musclin' Never workin' a 9 to 5 [9 to 5] Rubber bullets and tear gas here come the task [task] Lookin' for yayo in my coffee table harass [harass] Me and my family on our naval layin' in the grass [grass] Diggin' and chokin' from the pepper spray that they blast [That they blaaast] They burnin' theyself out They runnin' outta things to say So they rely on WHO! E-40 Belafonte The innovator, the king of the yay The money motivator bustin' like a Chinese AK Game poker rhyme sayer The alpha and omega of the...RAP GAME Playa from the hill Vallejo My dictionary book of slang done finally came Brought to you by Murder Dog Magazine, Magazine? Magazine like my street 15 years in the game and I still ain't reach my peak Be on the look out for the History channel me and $hort Slidin', dippin' in my super sport Glidin', tryin' to stay afloat like the love boat Ridin' away, misbehave Hit the turtle, blow some smoke man Oh shoot I'm gone I'm poked out I'm twisted, stoned I'm ugh Talkin' bout the Pharmaceutical's biaaatch [The Pharmaceutical's] Stovetop Productions, heavy on the grind intergamin' [intergamin'] Droopy on the beat 4-0, buy some Wit the hurry up biaaatch The Pharmaceutical's [The Pharmaceutical's?] Yeah pimp, The Pharmaceutical's [Who is The Pharmaceutical's?] Pimpin', that's my production team mayne I thought you thought On the planet earth nigga Don't get it twited Biaaatch!! |
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[E-40]
The definition of quarterbackin' *Scratched* the quarterback.. [Verse 1 - Malice] Tell the cops don't read into it Them days of slangin' yay been finished, them days have been done ended So far gone them days that I'm offended Snitches can't speak my name till they get winded Can't you tell there's been a switch made? Now fellas decide that they wanna run and tell like in the fifth grade But I'm too gone, young'n be clear Even when you see me, I am not really there And I ain't play fair wit' my eye on the enemy Huggin' the block just me and my mini-me Did it and lived it, grinded here Cops fillin' wit' my projects find it yeah Not only was I in the game, I was gifted in it Served food to the fiends and we called 'em dinners Put the raw wit' the fake out, mixed it in it Can't explain the cat's hustle, guess it just was in It's Malicious [Chorus - E-40] If you got the turf crackin' and ya money's stackin', ya Quarterbackin', Quarterbackin' Leader of the squad and your the team captain Quaterbackin', Quarterbackin' Gotta little change and ya drivin' a range Quarterbackin', Quarterbackin' If ya sound system bangs, and ya pushin' them thangs Quarterbackin', Quarterbackin' [Verse 2 - E-40] Might not know what I'm talkin' about If you ain't never lived it, or seen it, or done it Seen fiends vomit, green stuff I had to clean it up wit' comet Mean stuff, so many deaths my streets is haunted Believe us, you shoulda seen us, like Wile E. Coyote, man super genius Against all odds like Serena and Venus I only had a couple jobs in my life, but not too many thought I was grown Who woulda thought I'd sell my skill for a microphone And be rappin' about it up in the song, slidin' on some chrome It's long money I earn, I'm bald headed, but I used to have a lord Jesus perm When my name was earl before the rap game Runnin' from secret squirrel, I had my own thang Raised by wolves, hyenas, and barracudas, gorillas and bulls [Chorus] [Pusha T] I play the field like Vick, from endzone to endzone Serve that ish like snowcones in the hood Entrenched in the gutter, I was lost in the good Cuz I make the gat stutta like a old G should Mamas lookin, so much snookin' Nights in the kitchen thought I'd never finish cookin' Way before pay for this that I'm mouthin' 19 years young, upward of 80 thousand Trust me young'n Pusha was never browsin' for nothin' section 8 housin' I'm stompin' thru like King Kong claimin' his home, his jungle Mumblers beware the hood hates singers I connect, block the corner like Jenga, fall never, you seen 'em Posted in the hood leanin' fiends like the Tower of Pisa Damn he's good.. [Chorus x2] [E-40 - Talking] Now of course you know I ain't talkin' about sports I'm talkin' about runnin some shit I'm talkin' about workestratin' and illustratin' Glorifyin' ya paper route Whether it serve it to, uh.. Gettin' out there hustlin', grittin' and grindin' Doin' ya thug-thizzlemajiggadale Quarterbackin' man, hustlin' main Trust that main, yeah, in real life main Some call it pitchin', some call it grindin' We call it Quarterbackin' Yeah, and I ain't talkin' about sports, trust that main.. {*scratched until fade: The Quarterback*} |
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