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Hey, what's up my nigga
Check this out you been listenin' for awhile Why don't you tell these niggas What they really thinkin' about When be wrappin' this mail [Verse 1] Turn my mail, I talk to rappers when I touch down I'ma go by me a check with my b*tches welfare check And if I hurt her feelings who gives a f**k I'm out for myself, bout to make me a smooth cover I keep it on the under in a closet on the hush hush On my way to victories downtown surplus To get a blend aqua windbreaker To match blue latchin' vendeta Scadalism, that's what I'm majorin' in Yeah, murderism I'm doin' niggas in So give up the ghost my nigga Remember me, I used to be your main nigga But f**k ya, I'm jealous and I hate ya f**kin' guts I got it in me cause ya clockin' do-do bucks Break yourself, makin' quarters, ladies rings, chains I'll take that cartridge out and set it on the range Prepare for the jack if ya sellin' coke As long as I got me a strap nigga, I'm never broke As long as I got me a strap, I'm never broke [Verse 2] Got the nigga car at the mall on bricks Beat strip, beat tip f**ked him like a b*tch I'm that nigga to hate playas A playa hater starvin' like Somalia You got some yo-yo Cause I'm right back chokin' again Chokin' mo' now before I did when I went in Tomorrow I got to go take a p*ss test for real I'm tryin' to clean out my system with stay clean and golden seals But I'm gon' be late, I'm on vacation Because it's too early for me to go back on a violation f**k my P.O. I need some M-O N-E-Y so I can get high and kick in this nigga's door It's four in the morning I'm on a mission peep The best time to catch a nigga in his sleep Wake ya ass motherf**ker I know ya rich Tell me where the f**k is yours, I'ma bust ya b*tch Do dick in ya greasel I tie him up And made him watch me poke her, I'm never broke Do dick in ya greasel I tie him up Then I made him watch me poke her, I'm never broke I'm never broke [Verse 3] Baby crevice was tight like a pair of vice grips I looked at pop and said "You must got a lil' dick" Havin' shame he was cryin' like a toddler Nigga couldn't stand here baby scream and holler I said "You got one mo' time nigga where is the minl" He said "It's in the den right corner, top vent" Folks remember that I'm scandalous and anti-f**kless I carry diseases such as herpes and nut pluckers Nutted in the b*tch, kissed her on her lips Made her get up and suck a little dick The b*tch had her some play though Ya know she deep throat my big ol' I dropped my strap like a sucker would She said "How does it feel" I said "Good" She said "You know this ain't the way to mix business with pleasure" I said "I know this ain't the weather to make miserable pleasure" You know this ain't the weather to mix business and pleasure sh*t, she tried to bite off my pecker Helped rex loose, I hangin' juice And after juice you beggin' for this sh*t Like you gon' knock it out better Picked up my tech up off the ground Pistol whipped, tied up sittin' down I need a black screwdriver but a butter knife will do To the vent I went to collect all my due Struck out the side of boss game steward Hopped in my hoo-ride made a left on Newark Through the dark alleys black this black that As long as I got me a strap look I'm never broke, yeah I'm never broke [Talking] Oh I see So what you're saying is a girl Is something like an investment Keep your revenues up to par And all you need is a strap Precisely that's how motherf**kers make them fat lick-backs See I'm way respected in the rap industry Cause I skip, spit that real-life type sh*t Feel it, so let's hustle up the true motherf**kers Apart from the tarp And the motherf**kin' good from the not huh |
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Bring it please
yeah bring it Bring the yellow tape why? im going to chitchat again C.I.A Is going bring your yellow tape yeah bring it ^^^oh stop woring^^^ I realy want to go just do it over just do it over & over agian |
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Bloody murder, crime, drugs, folks smokin'
Man I remember when it used to be cool to leave ya screen door open And let the mosquitos and the flies sneak in Look mama and them play whistle So I'ma play tackle football with my friends I guess them times is gone cause like a wishbone I wish I had em' back instead of watchin' brothers fiz-all Catch em' out on every track, bar, street, boulevards Sweet avenues with dead ends, neighborhoods with antens Whatever happened to the days of Little League Pop Warner and Boy Scouts, the Old Singing Boys Club Voodoo to go to school not thinkin' Too busy smokin' weed, sellin' dope and drinkin' I guess we're livin' in the last days Cause in the last days the Bible speaksof AIDS Plagues, brothers killin' brothers, earthquakes Youngsters tryin' to earn stripes as a work face I'll be a sucker if I don't pull ya ho card I used to be soft but now I'm hard Fuckin' nigga, I practice lookin' hard I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard Mirror, mirror make the call Who's the hardest of them all I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard Right before I go to bed I make sure that my mirror's there Take yo mean face off partner why ya muggin' me Fools say shit, I can't help that shit's in me It's automatic cause what's mine ain't even took It's my mad at the world look I said I feel ya man, sometimes I catch myself too Mean muggin' folks that did no harm to me or my crew But now it shouldn't have to be this way Fools say, I don't care what nobody say The other man got me this way I'm fresh out the pen and out the system for years Been fillin' out all kinds of applications to make a grip But I don't know nothin' about no computer chip It takes that to make a J-O-B in the 93 But a J-O-B in 93 consists of paper rarely Jobs like the oil refinery I'd rather work in Napa at the winery And then ya wonder why I'm stubborn Forever lookin' hard, I been scarred *I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard Right before I go to bed I make sure that my mirror's there I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard Mirror, mirror make the call Who's the hardest of them all Can't tell me shit, I come from a broken up home Every since I was a youth I thought that I was grown Meet me after school nigga and we can get it on Ya talked about my mammy now I'm goin' upside ya dome I got a complex problem, my guard stay up I'm always on the offense side, don't test my nuts I'm not a Charles nor a Larry but I'm scary Scared that I might lose it and chop you with my piece berry I deep into my shit and it's straight like that I be quick to clobber a motherfucker with my Flintstone bat Nobody likes me on my father's side of the family They can't stand me cause they think that I'm sellin' that candy I kid you not, all bullshit to the side I got 20,000 niggas in my organization Now which one of y'all niggas down to ride I gets juiced off the underground doja You know that Click shit, that independent shit It makes me feel like I want to Got me a baggy full of broccoli and a crooked eye 22 I feel crafty, I mean that but I feel great *Repeat |
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[Computer voice]
Where's the party at [Verse 1] Forget it man, I can't lie I'm drunk as a skunk but I'm nothin' funk I shoots the game, the gift I spit The gift of gab boy, the gift is ripped Deal with the skill that makes ya feel it Those that don't wanna feel it need to kill it Knows that I can giddy go When it's time to get on the M-I-C-R-O-P-H-O-N-E It's me the hustler 40 With them raggedy seperaters as if it was funky A brother like me don't hang around no suckers that be faulty I be puttin' the group up in the boot Be puttin' the peas up in the pod Left the cookies in the jar, now I'm a rap star The rapologist, I pull a 40 out of my ball cap Then I bust ya down side of this Cause partner ain't never been no punk in this I'm so serious brother, I got meals, wheels And about seven thousand dollars worth of bills Givin' up deals, hills let em' go for a lil' nothin' As I showcase my skills for real [Hook x2] There's a party over here, a party over there A party everywhere...put ya hands up There's a party over here, a party over there A party everywhere [Verse 2] Pullin' up in the club about eleven I plays my feet and hit the beat and kept it revvin' I got a lil' doja that I'm fixin' to break down Roll em' up in a zag, lick em' stick em' and clown I'm fully dig with a dick, my game is on hit I got tipped so I tip cause I'm livin' with this Game tight with the knack, I'm pullin' in scratch They better have a tight grip on they stuff cause I'm bout to snatch Your batch if she wants it she'll be mine in the Cutlass Puffin' on some of this chronic while I'm gettin' straight laced Heard about the drought season, they be lookin' for a reason It's like Thanksgiving without the feastin' Extra manish how I'm livin' and my name is groupie It's Mr. 30-30 givin' up game to all you hoochies b*tches always splittin' stick the wood but sometimes wouldn't Suckin' and grabbin' my little pecker Talkin' about sick on my gold better I remember when carts was Barbie cut before I was in junior high All they wanted to do is kiss and let me play with they vagina I got my freshen up, I put on my chucks, also down with pluck Th finest watch on the playground, the one with the big ass butt 40 I love you, I miss you, I need you And retrospect to who b*tch come anew, b*tch come anew [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Cause we made like thugs Get juiced in the parking lot before we go up in the clubs Hugs and kisses, gotta make sure we got our gloves Hugs and kisses, E-40 can't be on any more Hugs and kisses, straight to the bar no time to waste Kickin' em' back while they take the place Order me a shot of that liquor to taste Thinkin' they about to beat my face Oh no, I'm nothin' but a professional Oh no, we're nothin' but professionals Hoochies all in my face with some of that dope water Brothers already purple off some of that soap water So I'ma make a toast to the most Mobbish lookin' brothers in this by midnight Cause brothers gotta get the sh*t that's really in man Batches on our jock, batches on our jock Mind teachin' things to these brothers Cause that's us, Captain Save a botch They wanna be like big boys and sport big loot They wanna be like big boys and sport fresh suits I got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me I got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me I got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me I got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me [Hook x2] [Outro] We in this baby boy swervin' E-40 in the mob scene And I'm still down with The C-L-I-C-K Comin' yo way in the 94 Then 95, it don't stop boy ain't no jive Sell the rest of them tapes boy Where the deposit at, where mine at Oh for real, I'm out [Computer voice repeated to fade] Where's the party at...Where's the party at Where's the party at, where's the party at, where's the party at |
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Chorus: E-40 and 'Hoes'
Ah is a, Ah is a, Should I save her? |
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Kick this shit about the mail man
[ VERSE 1 ] Time for the payback, backpay Can't let homie live to see his birthday A.K., Forty's lettin hot ones to the kidney Bootsee muthafucka didn't know what hit him What way, rode up on his ass in a Chevy Baby, nigga shoulda known that shit was heavy Domain, shouldn't a fuck up all my fuckin fetti That I gave him, spent my shit with a nigga from another city Then they doubled, tripled and sold his ass some swivle Little old sucker-butt nigga trust the mail man Now his ass is trash like a garbage can Caught up in some shit with the mailman |
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Pushed in the game at a young age
Feel me touch me as I turn the page A little past ten, roughly about eleven years old TRAPPED IN A GHETTO CAGE My scratch is smellin sour and it's stinkin got a nigga seriously thinkin "How can I kill this odor, and purchase me a Lincoln?" Minimum wage flippin patties - nope I'd rather fuck around with Coca-Cola, yola Ice cream, candy, granola, huh Slave for men - that's what they told me and I'll break you off somethin suitable Brought you a key of crack quicker than ? ? recoupable ? future black and beautiful My partners used to be plucked and ugly Hangin around them old squeegee boys Man them the motherfuckers that have love for me They straight cut for me Deal me, touch me, L-O-V-E E-to-the-F-to-the-R-T-Y I spits the shit from the T-O-P It's me, the E, droppin it nuclear all the time Motherfucker comin from the motherfuckin MIND Fuck you niggaz, you think I sell my soul But I'm way too cold, motherfucker! Chorus: LeVitti Sittin in my livin room Thinkin of, a master plan Tryin to find a way out HOW TO STACH the scratch So I painted me a picture of a life, to make a dream Can you feel me now Ballin outta control, ballin outta control Fresh off the showroom flo', bought me a ninety-fo' Now I'm havin long money, like Ross Perot, so take notes from a big ol' ? pimp, pretty much established Livin out of hand lavish Throwin parties ? with big time folks makin big time cabbage Become a savage, get swoll by ones Twenty a drum's established Six figure digits, just like I tell you like I got the whole city sewed up in stitches Your product'll win if you gots top grade Keep, your law-yers and your bail bondsmen paid The word on the street's is that I done came up too fast Motherfuckers want a piece of my soul Playa haters wanna cut my grass You don't wanna bring your bitch to what type of ? out of control sittin on tickets Million dollar spots, technology chops and a motherfucker proud fool-assed ridiculous Straight fuckin em up like that, throw me my strap man ? feel me Reverend would you put some blessin oil on my head and hear me I never sell my soul cause I'm way too cold Motherfucker! Ballin outta control Interlud: LeVitti This ol' game, kids they run Never get a second chance so take me to this world Now there's always time, to getcha I guess by now you get the picture of what I'm tryin to say I'm ballin outta control "Niggaz trippin off me cause I was a young motherfucker ballin" "Every other fuckin day I'm tellin my SOHABS OUGHTTA quit" "Niggaz trippin off me cause I was a young motherfucker ballin" "We can get it on, we can get it on" "Niggaz trippin off me cause I was a young motherfucker ballin" "Forty-Water, straight lettin em know" "Even though my pocket's fat and my belly's bigger.. gots to come Sic-Sic-Sic-Wid-It" Throw, the WHOLE UNIT in a big ass gumbo pot Full stir Let it settle to make it lock Horse races, trips to Vegas, frequent flier "Whassup you timah, when your ass gonna retire?" I ain't knowin Keep tellin myself that I'ma call it quits But I got myself Too much motherfuckin cabbage out there runnin in the streets Lookin up out the way for the one-time Po-Po Penelope seriously concentratin Noided as I watch the back for all of my chemistry cause fools be playa hatin Lucrative spots and blows, investments bonds and stocks Esquired land and crops, techno chops and glocks Cause niggaz be tryin to make movies when they get all in front of these bootch ass hoochies I be like poppin the cap like a hungry mother I ain't even gon' lie I'm to' Twoasted, looped, to' back, souped Plastered, puked, on the get back fully recouped Fuck these niggaz they think I'll sell my soul But I'm way too cold, motherfucker! |
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Chorus: E-40 and 'Hoes'
Ah is a, Ah is a, Should I save her? |
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