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[E-40]
Ooooh, I'm every scene but gossip, my weeblization be thug My music be all in the club and my fo' 15's be sub And my drums and my brake pads on my car be rubber My oldest, and my youngest son always nuggin Bumpin, me and my catholic savage, badness Dumpin, on phony-ass fake-ass plastic, faggots Grindin, dippin and divin on fine, pressure Rhymin, in the +Lab+ like +Dexter+ Packin Winchester, and a trey Sylvester Catch a, bitch-a, out there oughta wet'cha Kinda sorta liquored, liquor kinda sore, measure, grams Digital scale, green eggs & hams Yams, candy yams, spam, DAMN! Loaded, my cheese, peanut butter & jam Sam'mich, mannish, me and my hispanics Vanish, talkin in codes like we from different planets [Chorus] Ay, what y'all players grindin to? What y'all bumpin mayn? (The slap!) What they lackin in the trackin? What all my fly takers be listenin to? (The slap!) What about my {?} players and West coast cats? What they listenin to? (The slap!) And I know my down South, midwest and East coast folks is fuckin with (the slap!) [E-40] I've got white girl for sale! And I don't mean caucausian, I'm talkin about yale 2-way goin off, like a high school {?} A hundred bucks it cost me for my faulty chip sale Around the corner from Starbucks coffee talkin to my {?} My frontin lil' broad up out of Tacoma askin for some mail Like I'm some type of trick deally musty mouth BOOTCH Get smacked silly, get smacked silly Musty mouth BOOTCH, get smacked silly Puffin on a Phizznilly blunt, I'm really real Herbal kill deal chill pill scrill deal (deal) Feel 'til Phil heal skill (skill) Grindin, grittin & grindin, lurkin, seekin and searchin Skirtin, tellin that durban work it (work it) Caitlin Candy's drinkin and gurpin, E&J brand burpin, {?} Chickens and birdies pickin a chef to serve it Servin, to die for, top, bleedin the block for ravi Milkin the block for fetti like a pregnant bitch's titties [Chorus] [E-40] Ooooh, ooooh Talk my way out of anything, got my hands off in everything If my money ever got funny, I'd pawn my Walter Potter engagement ring If I was to pass away tomorrow, with a self-inflicted wound to the melon Just remember y'all, I had the mouthpiece of car salesman Whomp beat of a gorilla, peel a cap back, to the tender fat Put out a contract, bring you back your hats Hypothetically speaking, not any time soon Fly fittest finest player leakin, Daniel Boone boom BOOM boom Creepin, fly right through your living room while you're sleepin Peakin, tweakin, geekin, screamin Chicken is sneakin but we was supposed to done had a meetin Renegin fakin in whom I trust, standin outside of the club schemin Scammin plottin and plannin yammin, yes sir and yes ma'am'n Double agent, playin a 50's loose cannon, new shoe You ain't even cool fool dude you a trick (trick) Take it from the Water Man, straight big stick [Chorus] [E-40] The beat keeps knockin down my rear view mirror {*7X*} Slap!! |
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(feat. Fabolous)
[Chorus] (Kokane & E-40) Automatic, Systematic Do what you do playa Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind) In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status) Do what you do playa, (what you do) Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind) [Verse 1] (E-40) ???, Stackin' my mil Avoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail Possesion of sales, Pocket all sales Conspiracy charges, Hate betrayals Payin' the rent Cause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent About my business, Memory like an elephant Chasin' the dream, Suit up for cream Special represented tactics team, They out for teams And infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens Fire hydrons, Ambulance sirens, Spittin' licence, Police indicements Rightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest Ughhh, My heart made of granite Slow down my spit so you squares can understand it I didnt come in here empty handed I came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit Been out the game, Did that mane Valejeo I claim, Made the name Feel my pain, Ghetto fame Magazine Street hustla mane Messin' around in the fast lane Chevy, Cougars and Mustangs Novas, Granadas, and Falcons Project livin' and Public housin' [Chorus] (Kokane & Fabolous & E-40) Automatic, Systematic Do what you do playa Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind (I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh) In the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh) Do what you do playa, (what you do) Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind) [Verse 2] (Fabolous) Its ghetto F-A-Beezy F-A-Sheezy, Bustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies Playboy, These techs spray easy Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy I get money on the grind So if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind Ya honey gone be mine Cause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly The kids look sunny on the shine I'm gettin' ticked off again Ya'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in The Click often been Blowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in I got chicks offerin' But I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again You lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it From the Brooklyn to the Bay Bring the hook in by the way [Chorus] (Kokane & E-40) Automatic, Systematic Do what you do playa Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind) In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status) Do what you do playa, (what you do) Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind) To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in) And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in) To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in) And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in) [Verse 3] (Fabolous) It don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin' Wheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in You slow pokin' or speedin' All that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin' I'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin' Stayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin' I'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in To sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit (E-40) I used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom) Respected on the streets before the fame, (boom) Aint nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom) Paid my dues, Obeyed the rules Stuck to the script, Made a Click All a my fellows and all a my dawgs Ridin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges Feelin' em up, Sittin' em down Flossin' and Bossin' all over the town Hardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down (write that down) [Chorus] (Kokane & E-40) Automatic, Systematic Do what you do playa Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind) In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status) Do what you do playa, (what you do) Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind) To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in) And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in) To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in) And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in) |
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(feat. Petey Pablo Bun)
Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! hah hah! [4X] [Hook: Lil' Jon + (Petey Pablo)] - 2X Rep yo city! Rep yo city! (Rep yo cityyyy!) Rep yo city! Fuck that shit! (Rep yo cityyyy!) Rep yo city! Rep yo city! (Rep yo cityyyy!) Rep yo city! Fuck that shit! (Rep yo cityyyy!) [Hook 2: Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boys] My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe! My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe! My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe! My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe! [Lil' Jon] - 2X Cut loose motherfucker, go bad go hard! In the club motherfucker, go bad go hard! In the truck motherfucker, go bad go hard! Throw it up motherfucker, go bad go hard! [E-40] We 30 deep (30 deep) we bleed the block (bleed the block) We milk the Ave. for damn near e'rythang the Ave. got (Ave. got) We do the fools (do the fools) we act a nut (act a nut) We set it off up in this bitch and tear the club up What it do? What it is pimp juice? We got a car with the cups in the trunk For the thugs and the broads with the G-string drawers up in here straight break it all off (break it all off) Where the big dawgs at? What city or set ya claim? Fame, X.O., several drinks of champagne Hustlers in the game tryna maintain, lost ya chain outta control, we so cold (so cold) I'm on another level (another level) Went head up with the devil (with the devil) I never been a sucka (been a sucka) I always been a rebel (been a rebel) What's your stompin ground? (stompin ground) What turf you from? (turf you from) What's you city playboy (what's yo city?) mine 9-4-5-9-1 Vallejo! That's all I yell (that's all I yell) Speakin of yea' I hope I never have to go back to slangin llello (slangin llello) We fuckin around (fuckin around) like my niggaz out there in Oak Cliff D-Town Puttin it down from my house all the way to yo' house back to the fuckin south! [Hook: 2X] + [Hook 2] [Petey Pablo] Could it be the way that I be reppin (WHYYY!) for my niggaz? Could it be the way that Petey Petey (RIIDE!) for my niggaz? Showin niggaz love (love) raise up motherfucker! You need to be reachin down pullin yo God-damn shirt up, that's love! Wherever you live, wherever you from, wherever you call your home Wherever you lay yo' God-damn Kangol down motherfucker! Wherever you cheddar cheese, churn cream, lick that butter Wherever yo' ass got lots of fat for all that God-damn trunk Y'all niggaz don't understand the seriousness of what Petey be sayin I took a unknown piece land (and planted) a God-damn flag! Say I didn't (DID!) motherfucker I'd die for this I done my God-damn thang, I brought my folks in this somma bitch Hot Atlanta! The Bay Area! Y'all niggaz don't want no noise (noise!) with Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boys (Boys!) Y'all niggaz don't want no shit (shit) with E-40 & The Click (The Click) And you can say whatchu want homeboy (homeboy) I'll always be the one that ill! [Hook: 2X] + [Hook 2] [Bun B] From the land of the trill, where the vanity's real And yo man'll be peeled or at least branded, God-damnit we ill More horror than "Amityville", no sorrow; hand me the steel Your tomorrow I can't even feel - oughta be plannin ya will UGK ain't dropped in a while, but still we stoppin ya smile Keepin boppers in file, standin on top of the pile And you'll get popped with a smile, this ain't bout shoppin and style This bout syrup and candy paint, you see us choppin for miles Out the black and the 'Lac, swingers clap and if they take yo' flax You'll get smacked for your packs, paper stacks and you'll crack-back yo' back Hold up, they got game to sell ya, from drugs to paraphenalia Gun-hand'll never fail ya, ask Rollie B, he'll tell ya [Eightball] Memph', Tenn representer (uhh) Orange Mile nigga (yeah) Symbol of the south, legendary rhyme spitter (uh-huh) From Memphis to Mississippi, deep off in the woods (uhh) From A-T-L to M-I-A, deep off in the hood (yeah) Twankies on coupes (yeah) money-makin sluts (what) You trippin if ya ain't got 22's on ya trucks Dogs in the yard (yeah) pistol on the seat (uhh) Sticky rolled up for them blunt monkey freaks My nigga Earl hollered (whassup) big Ball got it poppin (that's right) Smoked me a couple, hit the studio and dropped it For all my dawgs who keep it G and keep it crunk Represent yo' city, let 'em know where you from [Hook] + [Hook 2] |
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What it do, what that is pimp What you say, talk to me I talk back Oooh, I heard that, oooh [E-40] Skinny bank, phat bank, foreign cars, candy paint Jelly jars, battle scars, rap stars, pullin' rank Drinkin drank, hit the dank, getting stank, from a skank Stick and move, show and prove, ghetto jew, think I ain't Have the grip, pockets fit, dirt pee stained mattress man Chopping up llelo, top of a dirty ass pee-stained mattress man Put a razor blade in a safety pain in my hand Takin' incarceration, penitentiary chances man Half a grand I spend a day, chicken feed, half a pow wow Off some weed, love the pow wow, when I'm keyed, keep my style now Watch me speed, trust that cuff that love that Rubik's spit, talk walk with a limp while I'm here makin' love Oooh! (Chorus) Say you wanna be a rap star, drive a real nice car Without true game you can't get far, but it's all gravity Struggling, gritting grinding mayn, it's all gravity It's all gravity, I'm so deep off in this game It's all gravity, struggling, gritting grinding mayn It's all gravity, I'm so deep off in this game [E-40] Just something that was happening now, like goomer pile I predict in about a month, ya'll gone love this huh Make a gangsta wanna funk, all in your trunk Got him hollering yeah that shit there ain't no punk Fully recouped, money chunky like the soup Back in the days I use to rock a troop jacket Me and everybody in my cabinet, we was timin' If you had the Troop jacket you was grindin' So who the playa, even if I'm in a pinto Show some respect little niggas see I'm respectable My hoochie is a general, a silent soldier, no faking Quick to set an example put down a demonstration Wake you up to a rude awakening and no escaping and Once I give you the phone I put a shake on in See I done did it, and lived it, and done it, hit the block Choke a motherf**ker out for trying to short stop (Chorus) [E-40] Make no mistake about it, I'm smoking hell-a-tweed That ain't organic, nigga that's designer weed No it ain't, yeah it is, no it ain't No it ain't, yeah it is, no it ain't, yeah it is Scream, holla, scream and shout it, I love my folks to death Way too many cooks in the kitchen but I'm the iron chef Too many chiefs, but not enough indians See everybody needs to play they position I'm pitching, leader of the squad, be on the look-out for my Brand new clothing line, my brand new clothing line is called Shob Rossi wine, Carlos Rossi wine is what I drink Not all the time but most of the time it helps a playa think Look in my eyes, look in my eyes they the same color as garlic butter Look at my guys, look at my guys, they off that Goldschlager It's a daily routine, I mean, I mean we do this here So savagely pimperoni it's all gravity (Chorus - 2x) |
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(feat. Kokane)
[Chorus: Kokane] Doin too much (too much), seven much (too much) Don't you know that I'm the one You can't get nothin over on me Doin too much (too much), way too much (too much) You doin too much - I'm the one [E-40] I see you over there peepin a player out from hella far away Tryin to get with some of this here mackin Apparently you ain't tryin hard enough cause if you was you woulda been made your way over here to the V.I.P. with us Where yo' man at? What's the matter with that clown leavin a sharp-ass lil' broad like you up in here with all us players? Hopefully you up in here with some of yo' friends, so some of my friends can get with some of yo' friends and turn it into somethin I'M - fin' to walk over here to the bar and get the bartender to mix me one of my customized drinks without the blender Get everybody up in the club up in here off the numb-numb juice Vodka, 7-Up, and cran-apple juice (eww) The ladies outnumber the fellas six-to-one And me and my fellas up in here like good one pimp, we all won The pretty ones in here are hot like a dog in heat Touchin they toes, backin it up, and dancin like a freak [Chorus] [E-40] MAN! I'm over here on super-purp' (super-purp') Up in the club hollerin at somebody else's work Yeah pimpin I'm up on all the slang that you make up But I believe you stay about your marbles and be about your bacon Youse a player about yours and I'm sensin and smellin that youse one of them sharp-ass lil' sisters huh? Might even want you to be my baby, maybe ma Speakin upon my baby ma, here she comes And she hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie momma Same ol', same ol', dry-ass drama (drama) Comin up in my face about the, child support Talkin about, takin me to court (to court) [Kokane] Eww eww eww, takin me to court, can't work me Most of these hoes be mo' full of shit than a Christmas turkey [Chorus] [E-40] Well alright ho Boss mo', player hater hater my noggin D-Boy, people swear up and down I'm a rocker But I'm a soil block turf hog built for battle 15's in the trunk, like a snake they rattle Leave skid marks all on the gravel Drivin like a bat outta hell to the hotel Bounce roll rock skate side to side Baby got the gin and the Astroglade (and the Astroglade) I hopin that the jimmy don't bust while I thrust much cush gush knock boots with lust Swish swush loose nuts drop juice drip stuff One two three fo' five six seven much! [Chorus] [Kokane] Baby baby baby baby you doin too much (and all the fellas say) Ah la la la la, la la (and all the ladies say) Ohh la la la la, la la (and all the fellas say) Ohh la la la la, la la (and all the ladies say) Ohh la la la la, la la (and all the fellas say) Ohh la la la la, la la (and all the ladies say) {*fades out*} |
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(feat. Suga-T)
(Chorus - 2x) I got my cup, I got my plastic cup I got my cup, I got my plastic cup I got my cup, I got my plastic cup You got your cup (I got my cup) [E-40] One of these playas is doing they own thang And some of these playas is kinda the same One of these playas is unlike the others Now it's time to spit my game I'm leaning, I got that purple colors brightness Ms. Buttersworth up in my white cup, white cup Codeine'ing, dropping that Swishahouse groove music And I'm fucked up, and I'm fucked up A playa's sweating, shoot dice up under the staircase Talking hell-a-loud grabbing his balls and side betting like a veteran All my weeples just come hard, reach into my pockets Pulled out a wad of money and I threw my dogs up on it It's expected, cause way back when I couldn't afford When a playa like me was leaking, had my back like a ? board Now that I'm eating, the game done blessed me mayn Everyday is my birthday, I'm about that ice cream and cake Looking for a batch with no pan and I'm a guerilla meals must like Brandy Like the R&B singer, Christian brother twist Getting gone, plastic cup in the traffic bumping this (Chorus - 2x) [E-40] Hickory dickory dock I dick the boost down with my dock I was on stuck, she was on top Pour me some more in my cup [Suga-T] We working with a lot, can't let em catch us slipping Can't sit the cup down, can't let em know we tripping I'ma keep a cup, full of Check-A-Hater juice Eyes behind my head, can't let em catch me loose He's a fool, usually wanting to put it on me Got a low attention span, and the average can't afford me I'm a boss chick, like that-that-that-that-that-that And you are bossy uh, I got your back (Chorus - 2x) [E-40] Head, shoulders, knees and toes Pimps, playas, hustlas, hoes Simps, haters, bustas, marks Saps, suckas, haters, sars Well I'm at a park, at a club after dark At a football game, your date in the parking lot Them hoochies know my name, I'm not a popsicle But a fool, can you do the other side of the pimp Stick and move, all about my uh paper route When I'm drunk, that's when my true feelings come out I ain't no punk, you got your easmic stuff Plus some funk, in real life I'll fuck you up (Chorus - 2x) |
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(Verse 1)
Desperado always drinkin' out the bottle Young hyena with the HK hollow point staple spray Turf tight soil block warrior from the avenue Mean muggin' like I'm mad at you Boiler make Baker's whiskey mixed in with my brew Celebratin' smoking Mendocino bud this is the lifestyle of a thug A hooligan a heathen wolverine everybody on my team got a triple beam Tossin' candy to the dope fiends Million dollar spot million dollar dreams Four or five different colored techa-marines Yellow diamonds and stones and two-way pager phones Plushed out SUV's smokin Leprechaun Flowers in the back seat watchin' Austin Powers with the windows up Lost tryin' to get where we gettin' Talking to the operator on my OnStar system (Chorus x2) This is the lifestyle that I choose We smoke tweed get keyed all day and drink brews Eat, sleep, start shit, burp and shit paper Spray myself with sucka repellent and shake haters (Verse 2) Every morning I got to have a nice fat joint and a hot bubble bath Wrapped in a Backwood or a Zig-Zag Eyes red like a broad on a rag My pants sag down past my waistline with the vive When I leave the coffee table got my nine by my spine Funkin' like its goin' out of style Mo' beef than a cow speakin ebonics Evonics and broken English from Venus Intelligent hoodlums and geniuses From the inner city Al Capones and Frank Nittys From the ruler to the tutor hubba heada shoota In the back for a hubble rock or crack (Chorus x2) (Verse 3) See uh I just look like this but I'm really about my scratch See what it is I want the po-pos to think that I'm just as square as a box of apple jacks I shoot craps drive GMC Avalanches and EXT Cadillacs If you snooze you lose I know you got a lot a trust in your dudes But check for traps and clues nobodys playin' by the rules anymore Not even the people that made 'em up My hood is corrupted and full of infidel one poverty Not too much faithfulness mostly all betrayal Mostly all my folks are dead or locked away in jail Speakin' about some people that I miss Tijuana Carter, Ricardo Slay and Lisa Smith Fred, Tito, Pat and Kobe and OG dead brother Fab the big homie Hillside representin' this to the fullest And all my homies locked down pullin' bullets (Chorus x3) Uhhhhhhh! |
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(feat. Suga Free & Bo)
(talking) Testing testing, Bosko where they at Tonight swinger what we getting into (Chorus: Bosko - 2x) If you wanna dance we can do it tonight If you wanna smoke c'mon it's alright If you wanna drink c'mon we popping Don Perion Doing the damn thang till the dawn (E-40: bridge) Love me tender, love me sweet, I'm a thug, pack my heat All I do is spit these ki's, L-I-P's, overseas Get your feddy, stack your bread Make them duck heads give you head If it's money, bout them dollas Jack your stacks and pop your collars (Verse 1: E-40) Ooooh, fa shiggedel So slick, so sly, so slal Ghost pick, those thighs, those gals Came prepared, to my last show Fire it up, wire it up off of the a sal Hide in the birds trying to throw it at me now Let me breathe on you for a minute as I snatch up This fine ass little brusslesprout and I have to apprehend her (Chorus) (Verse 2: Suga Free) Now guess what, what, chicken butt Bitch goody goody, wait a minute It wouldn't be cracking if my cousin 4-Tre wasn't in it, goody goody Now if you wanna dance, smoke, drink We got the party cracking like all for you baby Goody goody, god, make a pimp wanna jump back Goody goody, don't stop, the beat rock Cause we hot, the heat rock, and don't stop Believing, just get your money where you're breathing This is for the thugs set butts in they laps, goody goody And this is for E-40 and The Click in the land goody goody (Chorus) (Verse 3: E-40) I prosaic, chemically imbalanced Black folks, lactose and talerance Red cup, strictly riding gut Hard licking tricking, bitch playa banked up Love the baby with the big butt Walking up, to my F5-50 truck What's your name, Sandra Like that, where you from, Atlanta (E-40: Bridge) (Chorus - 2x) |
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its I came in the game wit a few dollars I left the gamw wit a few mill and
that the way I would retire in this rap game fareal get a dirrabution deal wash up some of this dirty scrill live upon a hill like e-40 fonzarll angle my history shownin some love to all of my thugs all my folks incoratin coffir grands cushed up big a and lil a my cauison 45 and mac ro see you when you touch down man im doin all rite I miss ya call the other nite but I got you kite you know my cauison such and such don got back on the pipe they took her down the other nite for triena still a bike but any wat it wont be long and I cant wait to yall get home cause its to many funny style ass niggas on this earth the real one gone hoshle to moshel man gas is cheap and no more woodie lift out here im wonna that last of them on heat It's the end of the World Everybodys lookin' fo some satisfaction I juss wnat me a gurl Every Motha Fucku with some weed start passin' It's the end of the game Every damn bitch is tryin to get, them a name |
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[E-40]
Ooooh (ooooh) pencil me in (pencil me in) It's Fonzarelli the Ballatician in yo' face again Back again, happenin, with my folks and next of kin Asians blacks and Mexicans, caucausian folks and all my friends Lost on gin, count to ten, fits to turtle, hold it in Northern Cali, scrilla gone Valley, California fools'll do ya Like this song? Sing along, 40 Water man you know he wrong In the traffic mayn on the phone, bright candy on all that chrome Shoes and socks, Jacob watch, CD changer with the knock Cock glock back stack leave yo' head off in yo' lap Mark mark sip sap, you ain't gotta like the way this pimp spit this rap, I don't like you anyway [Chorus 2X: E-40] This a man's game, stay up out the lane if you can't hang with the gangbang Players pimps and hustlers from the sewer pipes and gutter drains Players pushin mary jane, gorillas in the mix of thangs Boss unleashin off the chain [E-40] I was in my Chevy blunted doin about a hundred (hundred) Dippin through my hood but the hood lookin haunted (haunted) Task musta raided (raided) I hope my homies made it (made it) I hope they got some yo-yo left, I hope they didn't confiscated it I hope nobody got shot to death, I hope nobody bleedin I hope they didn't come through dumpin with they street-sweepers sweepin Put to rest, layin in the mortuary in there sleepin Put a hole in the flesh, formaldehyde to stop the place from stinkin Drinkin vodka {?} coppin mo' +Keys+ than +Alicia+ From Yakama all the way to Canada, they think I'm a janitor Man of the hour devour I'm mo' ready with some sour Slippin sticky, dowicky, smokin turtle with my partners chillin [Chorus] [E-40] Ecstasy, dirty piss test test Cause he got five different drugs up inside of he Can't get a J-O-B, nobody wanna hire he Ex-con, parole with a felony Some of my dudes be smokin cloves Some of my dudes be powderin they nose Some of my dudes be off that kangaroo Some of my dudes be drunk like me and you Some of my dudes be off that nave That's that shit them city boys done fucked around and made Some of my dudes be off that lean That prescription, that syrup, that codeine [Chorus] [E-40] This a man's game {*5X*} This a man's game pimp, this a man's game Ooooh |
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Yeah, pimps up hoes down, yeah Hustlas, playas, gangstas, gangstas, yeah Fa shiggedel, shiggedy, uh, click shit down What is it, check this out [E-40] Raised in the heart of the ghetto, dipping and dodging the metro Pitching the pot with the coke that's what I use to pedal Heavy metal, a j-jack of all trades Then you pimp, that's a hustler in many ways Acting bad in the traffic, the hustler with the package Serving that cha-cha, that yayo, they all tragic magic Plastic baggage, jelly jars in microwaves Got to have it, backwoods and purple haze Mess around in my side of town, get clowned down John, Jane Doe, lost and found Everybody know this young player's about his business Rich tricks, chickens I pimp, polygamists My L.I.P.I folks be digging this Devon, Pimpy Gear, Mac Squeeze this Gorilla, Scarp Down, no conscience In this occupation you can't be generous Me and my fellas be bossing, dipping the pander and flossing No matter how much it's costing we do this often cause we (Chorus - 8x) We just some pimps, playas Hustlas, gangstas [James "Stomp Down" Bailey] Walk that walk, when you talk that talk Get your scrilla, be a pimp about it when you on your hustle Have heart, have money, have muscle Make sure your L-I-P's be on a rumble It's like A-B-C's when I spit it Don't even spot me on the map, 40 did it When you dead nigga shitted in they bridges You got a house that's sold out full of bitches I be the proudest old son of Sick Wid It Know I'm coming cause I walk with a limp and Step to the ladder like a playa now I'm pimping Never gambles in a hoe and come up with it Navi cars and a home there's no limit And I could rock a Prada suit and I feel it You know I'm bout to buy a bentley in a minute Fresh off the showroom floor when I spend it (Chorus - 8x) [E-40] H-I double L Side 13-24 Magazine where I reside 1-9-7-0 Oldsmobile Cutlass is what I drive With the same colored tint as the paint, who that inside And hiding behind that cloud of smoke, waving they gun Girl that's 40 nem they some factors they all one Them playas got more paper than kinkos and then some I always see them at the casino bossing and smebbing Surrounded by a whole bunch of people placing they bet and Sitting at the gambling table just like some veterans Talking to they fans drinking Purken and playing Roulette and Hold up, sweet heart, I'm not done You know I'm from the Yay where all the game come from I'm O.G., like the candle light grip I'm company, Too Sheezy and Magic Mike I'm the one that named the burn out faulties Back in the days when everybody was happy in they cabinet And bags, I know you know, that it's a drought Real brothers like me where did they go Somebody tell me where my (Chorus - 8x) |
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Yeah, pimps up hoes down, yeah Hustlas, playas, gangstas, gangstas, yeah Fa shiggedel, shiggedy, uh, click shit down What is it, check this out [E-40] Raised in the heart of the ghetto, dipping and dodging the metro Pitching the pot with the coke that's what I use to pedal Heavy metal, a j-jack of all trades Then you pimp, that's a hustler in many ways Acting bad in the traffic, the hustler with the package Serving that cha-cha, that yayo, they all tragic magic Plastic baggage, jelly jars in microwaves Got to have it, backwoods and purple haze Mess around in my side of town, get clowned down John, Jane Doe, lost and found Everybody know this young player's about his business Rich tricks, chickens I pimp, polygamists My L.I.P.I folks be digging this Devon, Pimpy Gear, Mac Squeeze this Gorilla, Scarp Down, no conscience In this occupation you can't be generous Me and my fellas be bossing, dipping the pander and flossing No matter how much it's costing we do this often cause we (Chorus - 8x) We just some pimps, playas Hustlas, gangstas [James "Stomp Down" Bailey] Walk that walk, when you talk that talk Get your scrilla, be a pimp about it when you on your hustle Have heart, have money, have muscle Make sure your L-I-P's be on a rumble It's like A-B-C's when I spit it Don't even spot me on the map, 40 did it When you dead nigga shitted in they bridges You got a house that's sold out full of bitches I be the proudest old son of Sick Wid It Know I'm coming cause I walk with a limp and Step to the ladder like a playa now I'm pimping Never gambles in a hoe and come up with it Navi cars and a home there's no limit And I could rock a Prada suit and I feel it You know I'm bout to buy a bentley in a minute Fresh off the showroom floor when I spend it (Chorus - 8x) [E-40] H-I double L Side 13-24 Magazine where I reside 1-9-7-0 Oldsmobile Cutlass is what I drive With the same colored tint as the paint, who that inside And hiding behind that cloud of smoke, waving they gun Girl that's 40 nem they some factors they all one Them playas got more paper than kinkos and then some I always see them at the casino bossing and smebbing Surrounded by a whole bunch of people placing they bet and Sitting at the gambling table just like some veterans Talking to they fans drinking Purken and playing Roulette and Hold up, sweet heart, I'm not done You know I'm from the Yay where all the game come from I'm O.G., like the candle light grip I'm company, Too Sheezy and Magic Mike I'm the one that named the burn out faulties Back in the days when everybody was happy in they cabinet And bags, I know you know, that it's a drought Real brothers like me where did they go Somebody tell me where my (Chorus - 8x) |
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From a small ass little tadpole swimmin in a fallopian tube
To a fixture on my soil, a stand up type a dude I was brought up in the crack game dealin and pushin that stuff Arguing with my folkers cause we loved eachother so much Ditchin and dodgin the rollers, grippin the block real tuff Strikin and scootin them Novas and them Chevrolet stepside trucks Me and my brother Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and Black Little Ray, Billy, and Ivory and them from the Magazine Street camp Posted up like thumbtacks, talking on faulty big backs Motorola, A1 yola, glad bag fulla Tic Tacs In the mean time, in between time, in my spare time writin raps In the front yard, in the driveway, on the concrete shootin craps You think you know, but you really don't have no idea Listen to discography of E40, real talk for real Moons ago, way before I even had a career I got my nickname on the turf for drinking hecka beer And never letting the older cats up in my hood pump fear Funkin with my own soil, listen here Jealous cause we had all the broads and all the gear Up the ladder I'm tryin to climb, game sharper than a porcupine spine Don't gimme nothing, I'ma work for mine, try and grind, grit and grind Hot ones echo through the ghetto, funkin all the time I thank the Lord for giving me the gift to spit this rhyme A loaf of bread, a stick of butter and some milk Around the corner from the spot where all the dealers dealt Trials and tribul-i-zations, me and my peopl-i-zations Tryin to get this music off the ground with high ass expectations Took a little time and patience, a little faith in God To make a long story short, look at me now sahob I'm doing it chubby like the checker, chunky like the soup A de- a decade and a half and still in the loop In case you suckers didn't know, I told you once before I ain't rapping too fast, see y'all just listening too slow I paved the way for the independent grind The industry they mimick me, but don't wanna gimme mine |
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