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from E-40 - The Mail Man (1994)
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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from E-40 - The Mail Man (1994)
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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from E-40 - The Mail Man (1994)
Chorus: E-40 and 'Hoes'
Ah is a, Ah is a, Should I save her? |
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from E-40 - The Mail Man (1994)
Chorus: E-40 and 'Hoes'
Ah is a, Ah is a, Should I save her? |
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from E-40 - The Mail Man (1994)
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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from E-40 - The Mail Man (1994)
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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from E-40 - The Mail Man (1994)
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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from E-40 - The Mail Man (1994)
[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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from E-40 - In A Major Way (1995)
This is the operator. I have a collect call from
"Hey this yo' potnah main!" who is an inmate in a California State prison To deny charges, hang up now To accept charges, press five now Mmmmm..... welllll One love (one love) ohhhhh (one love) The L, the L, the L, the L One love (one love) welll (there's only one love) The O, the O, the O, the O One love (one love) ohhhhh (one love) and the V, the V, the V, the V One love (one love) welll (there's only one love) it's the E, the E, the E, the E Member that game Fat Bank Take Skinny Bank? Well now we play Skinny Bank Take Fat Bank That's because it ain't no work bein offered main They act like they ain't even thinkin bout us main I promise I swear the po-po threw my homey in the slammer Did him bad, wish I had my candid camera, made me mad Vanilla be swarmin like bees surveillance binoculars hidden in trees Reliable sources copying keys, oh p-uh-please One for the life, and two for death Three damn strikes no chances left Let me tell ya lil bout me E-40 and the C-L-I-C we used to have to use sheets for curtains, socks for washtowels I was happy as hell when my cousin gave me his hand-me-downs This ain't no happy Shirley Temple talleistic crap This here is serious more Realistic than Radio Shack Observe as I strike a nerve, reach out and touch my kind Open up your photo album man, and I bet you find Folks that passed away, potnahs that been blasted away I miss you steal some liquor main, who got some tissue One love (one love) One love ohhhh (one love) One love (one love) well well One love well wellll (there's only one love) One love (one love) One love ohhhh (one love) One love (one love) well well One love well wellll (there's only one love) Erybody wanna shoot em up bang bang Way I was raised we had to knuckle up and throw them thangs We got em up and you know I had to check em swell Cuz if I ran home and didn't fight back my mom'd beat that tail Just received word from my folks upstate They said uh, they tryin ta, they tryin ta take away our weights And uh, no more beef and pork just muslim books and fish fork and laps around the yard with my Walkman bumpin this Now I'm bouts ta get married, is it clever Thought it was, till I got the Dear John letter Been down for ten bucks and got a eight year stay And I just found out she had her baby yesterday Ain't nobody been to see me yet, but I ain't gonna worry Man ya out there ballin main can you drop a twenty up in my commisary Uhh, my family thinks that I'm a thug homie When you see my momma man give her a hug for me And tell her One love (one love) One love ohhhh (one love) One love (one love) well well One love well wellll (there's only one love) One love (one love) One love ohhhh (one love) One love (one love) well well One love well wellll (there's only one love) Huh, thinkin back, you gotta watch your back and play it well Enjoyed myself when I was out there tryin ta get in that mail We used to kick it at the waterfront the whole Vallejo Watchin the pervin contestses between E-40 and Del That's what we did up under the bridge fools posted up Choppin game conversatin gettin toast up Leanin against my seamless convertible tops and boosted cleaners Them Click boys mobbin deep in cuts, actin meanest The good times, they gone, here in the can is my new phone Guess in order to do some right I had to do some wrong Picked up a package yesterday and I was HAPPY It was a box and full of goodies from my PAPPY Tripped me out ain't seen or heard from Poppa Duke in years Sent me a picture and some fetti dang they sheadin tears See first you born then you live then you die One day soon I'll get another try, one love One love (one love) One love ohhhh (one love) One love (one love) well well One love well wellll (there's only one love) One love (one love) One love ohhhh (one love) One love (one love) well well One love well wellll (there's only one love) |
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from E-40 - In A Major Way (1995)
Bootsee let me define it you can rewind it after I finish spittin'
Now I want you to tell me if you know somebody in yo town that fit the description A sucka, a ignorant mothafucka One of them show boatin' high sidin' want to get some attention type nagas Just as flashy but bitches be askin me If they can borrow a couple of bucks until tuesday Pleases that man go say no man be tryin to play Captain Save A Hoe Gettin marked by all them sneaky caniving ass set up hoes You see bootsee is that ol' nigga with that ol' gold around his neck Gold around his muthafuckin house, gold around his muthafuckin pet Got everybody in the town thinkin' he sittin' nice on at least 20 ki's But bootsee ain't movin nothin but half thangs Straight fuckin with some of y'all niggas domes Braggin and boastin, How can I make this shit look clean Y'all really want to know who the man behind the fat sack well lookie here Sho nuf ain't bootsee boss and thats for sure Cuz bootsee be frontin himself off y'all niggas just don't know The ones you least expect you know them square ass niggas in your city They be the ones who have a grip , they be the ones who be sittin pretty Instead of tryin to be super to start a fuckin track man What a nigga really need to do is sit back and straight stack man Cuz I've been on this Earth for 3 and some odd months man Trippin off how these niggas out here be straight transforming Laughing and smiling, loving and hugging a brother grinning Turn around and talk behind your back the next minute Bitch we call him bootsee Chorus Let me define it you can rewind it after I finish spittin But what about bootsee It be them bootsee muthafuckas in your town that's always game It be them bootsee muthafuckas in your town that's always game bootsee is that busta with in no gizame, with in no gizame, with in no gizame You's a loud talkin runnin off the mouth deeck Wishy washy be puttin yourself on front street Sloppy grindin, failizing, bitch buying pussy licka That's what hella heads be sayin about that bootsee nigga And ah In case some of y'all ain't knowin this Do to do almost anything to be noticed Like ah Pull out his whole bank account and dang near everything he owns And ah Tell everybody in the hood that he got a chip in his phone And how the fuck you gone be about you scratch when you gossip like a batch And all them fools know where your stash be at That ain't no sharp shit Nigga that's that hoe shit Potna just keep on doin what you do and watch your perv get peeled Ridin around here loose stickin out dumb like a soar thumb Nigga tell the truth Don't have a gun but I need one You want to come up quick in this old shit so you can get it But how the fuck you gone make your revees givin out credit To tweakers, droamers, drifters, leftovers, geekers, zombies Folks that steal from they mommies When I was doin my thang I had strategy main Sellin' that ?hite girl?you should have seen me main You would have been proud of yo nigga cuz I was briliant wid it I snuck in and snuck out without slippin in it Get what you need out the game and sit your ass down Invest your money in some thangs and start clockin' pal |
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from E-40 - In A Major Way (1995)
Marinatin on the corner with a chip in his phone
You can tell that the hillside was his home Mo' scratch than the rest of the pushers Cause he got a chop suey in the bushes |
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from E-40 - In A Major Way (1995)
I flipped a Lexi, speed up and catch me
Lexus of Concord, reached out and touched me Some of you hoe fake ass niggas like Roz, be messy I know some beautiful black intelligent women, they're sexy E-40's back and blackened I don't be barkin, nor even high cappin You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven Bet your persodian, 30-R-6-castodian Special shout to Casual Del the Souls and opium About the town, the Valley-Joe Just like a democratic, I'm for' the po' Fuck the bumble, New Clik Shit ain't no punk hoe Pedestrian stumble sound like a gorilla tryin to get up out of a trunk hoe Continue strikin it, hope you likin it Filthy McNasties at the bus stop hitchhikin' it Every egg that I pull in bulges When it comes to spittin I'm ferocious Management in cabbages, Savage Hangin out when all the sudden I'm eatin ham sandwiches All day, everyday, 40 play, he say She say, bieetch! that-a-way Keep it goin though - don't stop Shakin baking soda, forms a rock 36 steps on a triple beam scale Burn the duct tape but keep all the ya-yo Rip a peel, extra crisp, really really Ate it like I'm a specialist (Drisidrisomina?) is the illest zaggin Thinkin I put cause like this You know I'm (puzackin'?) M the mornin, cookin bacon From the ghetto in the bullet-proof apron Here comes the laws, valium crushin through my balls I rip my drawers runnin from the canine cocaine-sniffing dogs Some niggaz hate me, some niggaz love me Some niggaz shake my paw, some niggaz mug I see ya tweakin, I see ya peekin Y'all bootches with me, why you sleepin? A motherfucker ain't gotta be Flash Gordon always runnin up the backstreets in a batch That having a hoe protect the shit won't work that batch just wants your scrizzach Lettin em know, preferred zodiac sign Scorpio See the breeze soldier, V-A-L-L-E-J-O Never show witness to your Never leave your crib with out your pepper, beeotch! I'm tryin to get legal with it Open up a shop cotton candy and licorice Cash in stashes, that's a must We leavin with a million and that's a plus Don't get it twisted, don't try to find me Might be in Switzerland, or Hawaii 1-2-3-40, wheels new shoes scrappin toe to toe Crack black jack and keno, strike sideways hit Reno Ball cappin, no smilin Sittin lo somethin profilin, beeitch! Fuck the bumble, you bitches it ain't no punk hoe You clits it ain't no punk hoe <i>[Outro chit chat]</i> |
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from E-40 - In A Major Way (1995)
Zapp IV beneath the ashtray, woofers in the back
Water in the duals make loud glass pack Gold tippytoes without a liquor crown Bought a set of vogues and left the, stickers on Seven grand worth a buck for the trunks Paid cash, all ones Some old bitch came up to me and said, "What's the latest bro?" I said, "I'm tryin to have more chips than Las Vegas hoe" She said, "Can I roll with you? I get the dicks hard" I said, "You can work the strips and on my boulevard" "How much would I make?" I said, "Mega Just bring me back my scrill scratch paper" Heart heart money money street street hustle Sex, drugs, smuggle, bubble Horns, dialin, speakers, subbin Sound just like the inside of a club-bin How many times could a Conrad come so buttery? Always on to' back have people lovin me Alcoholic drunk that ain't no gimmick B I'm always in and out the Betty Ford clinic see Drunk paraphenalia cream butterscotch Illegal like a garbage of hover rocks Workin off my pager you know the ropes I'm makin that cabbage cornbread like Oprah Diamond satch-uels from ja-fuckin-hoe Pose just like a pimp smokin a honey blunt In a Major Way I tried to told ya Niggaz have my shit fucked back in the days but now they know a Sold a bunch of units underground They was bumpin Save a Hoe in every town Rumor has it that I died I got smoked main But I'm alive, they was talkin about somebody else main |
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from E-40 - In A Major Way (1995)
I'm really not all that sure
bout when things is finna mature So let me find me a nigga with a grip and hit his ass quick with one of them whoops (What's the definition of a lick?) Taking a niggaz shit (Hey put that on sumthin) I put that on The Click, The Click Back to fuckin work one of the homies jus got dusted Time to do some dirt, uhh, I never trusted them bustas shot him in the shirt, dead on arrival Now the town is funky, it's called survival What y'all wanna do? They got us scuffled (bullet high, get in your eye) if this was a fifth well I be drunk I'm heated, them niggaz cheated, played me false We had em eatin, shit 'posed to been squashed I noticed one killa on the double dribble and set him up y'all She likes the Monie in the Middle, play tetherball Thick ass bitch, high yellow city-slicker Scarecrow creepin Southern bitches, aka Posie Pussyfictious Nigga been holdin guts, but shit on hisself and a funky bill Pullin out bills, frontin on material shit that's when I get to killin shit (killin shit) And settin 'im up and havin 'im catchin a couple of slugs Sl-uh sl-uh slugs, trynta fuck with savage thug Pistol pop in they ass, see niggaz be gettin this twisted It's that bitch that killed ya Took all your money peeled ya Seven niggaz bust in the room with AK's while a nigga be puttin on his jimmy All of a sudden they shoot up your Vuitton before you can hit the broccoli See money-a-made that nigga, that nigga didn't make that money Left them niggaz jacked up, and the bitch she macked him He's a busta, punk ass nigga, y'all know the streets That's why that nigga naked layin dead in between some bloody sheets It's just a part of the game he didn't feel Bitches will kill, fuck a nigga, out his last d-uh dollar bill You don't know that hoe main that bitch can't be trusted Dusted and di-motherfuckin-sgusted Some cold hearted shit Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted Whacha'll wanna do, whacha'll wanna do Cold hearted bitches Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted Whacha'll wanna do, I never trusted them bustas Some cold hearted shit Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted I never trusted them bustas And it's them cold hearted bitched Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted Dusted and disgusted Let's let of some two or threes on the other side of t-uh-town Draw the attention on the other s-uh-side of town (other side of town) And wait for the po-po shift to change, ghetto shootin range Revenge on the r-uh-rebound, war games Droughts, out, shhh lost clientele but I will prevail by sellin the broccoli dank instead of the crack cocaine try not to steal narcotics When these punk MC's and bitches be the reason why the smoke be comin up out the chow, with my nigga Pac Dear God, can you forgive me? My future's lookin sick I'm in my rag hittin switches I'm suspicious of these bitches I keep on, calllin, but ain't nobody pickin up I think she's stallin, this evil bitch is tryin ta set me up Came all alone if it's on then it's on Where's my motherfuckin chrome, only jealous niggaz roam It's a war zone (war zone) but I'm a man so with gun in hand I'm on my way to see this hoe you know the fuckin plan Can't understand, but the things ain't the same You could die over these bitches if you slippin in the game Niggaz gang bang, but bitches gang bang too Give up that good thang, and put that pistol to your brain If you was smart figure, don't have no love in your heart nigga Any complications pull the trigger, dusted and disgusted Bitches can't be trusted, you know the rules They underhanded, she planned it, you fuckin fool (These hoes out here tryin to hold a nigga's heart So a nigga get his money fucked with Almost in-laws) Hey be proud of it when you turn these bitches upside down What's gonna happen (Uhh, three and a half dollars or probably fo' if a bitch ridin) (Yeah main, them hoes talented They be fuckin with mo' MC's at Jack the Rapper) (Aight fuck it, what you say Mall? Ay, fuck them sheisty ass bootches, nigga) The California lifestyle that I live Where the bitches is crooked and niggaz jus don't give A flyin fuck, so I stay stuck, smokin on the tay-low Bay Area playa, tryin ta have shit major And a bitch won't save ya so I ain't playin Captain Save a Hoe I mob up in ya like a pro and then I'm gone I'm like Sylvester Stallone, everyday is like a Cliffhanger Action packed, I let the mini-mac smack that ass Them hoes jacked that ass Nigga woulda got smokin on that hash Can't have my cash, better go and take your nigga stash Cuz he's a busta, niggaz with clusters Slippin in shit, betta jack that nigga 'fore I jack his ass bitch Never was no love for the mark-ass, the lo pink (the lo pink) You love them Bootsy bitches, can't let them pussy bitches gank that ass, betta hide your cash and check her fast Pump your brakes nigga, slow your roll don't go too fast Cause bulletproof ain't doin no good no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'now, niggaz comin up dead with they brains blew out on the fuckin floor damn, hollow points to flesh tears through the teflon vest Now r-uh-rest Pull a plug on a flatline over those, one nigga less One nigga less, from coast to coast, to the East to the West Crushin the flesh, dem bitches played a game of death Look over your shoulder watch your back don't even trust it I'm tryin to told ya end up dusted Some cold hearted shit Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted Whacha'll wanna do, whacha'll wanna do Cold hearted bitches Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted Whacha'll wanna do, I never trusted them bustas Some cold hearted shit Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted I never trusted them bustas And it's them cold hearted bitched Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted Dusted and disgusted |
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from E-40 - In A Major Way (1995)
There is something going on down here..." "In Vallejo."
"FedEx!" "In Vallejo, California" --> E-40 "In Vallejo." "In Vallejo, California" --> E-40 Chorus: Suga T He said he's just a, timah name, rang-in Major factor, Fed Ex High-powered lawyers, and a young nigga havin his wayyyy! Verse One: E-40 ? and cry with his motherfucking nose in the corner Broke up out of that old punk shit and said, "Momma I'ma do what the fuck I wanna!" Hit the streets and make a wheelbarrow full of bread if I end up dead then press delete -- I'm tired of eating powdered meat Within a nigga timah to get to the grind, so that boy scored a quarter key Two hundred and fifty-two electronic milligrams We'll sell it like a coke candy organization and I'm plugged with it, bail off into that old high-powered shit These are the type of niggaz that'll let a nigga know when the drought about to hit, my ?peach and jelly? Get a 40 and mask it, post it on God Because me got me scratch paper buried in the backyard Me and my Click roll thick for real and be thinkin of funk like you a moth Problems nigga? Let that go or get your head tooken off Catch you out of bounds on the wrong fuckin s-oil Wrap that ass up like aluminim f-oil I'm Fed Ex, heavy duty nigga, pushin weight (pushin weight) From sardines and Spam to Teriyaki steak; motherfucker ain't but plus sixteen, fuckin around with the skillet, makin a killin Runnin through three or four units a week on the over over Puttin the Whammy on em (Whammy on em) Cake up and baking soda, ALL THAT old shit (What's yo' occupation?) Motherfucker I'm a timah Chorus: Suga T Timah name, rang-in Major factor, Fed Ex High-powered lawyers, and a young nigga havin his wayyyy! Let em know, let em know main Let em know, let em know, let em know-ow Let em know, let em know main Let em know, let em know, let em know-ow Verse Two: E-40 Bitch I thought ya knew, bitch I thought ya knew -- huh, now check it I'm to the point where I don't touch it no mo' You probably got lieutenants and killers all on the squadron with po-po's on payroll, huh Lavish vehicles, they only make life fo'-up Front row seats at the fights, takin long expensive flights, huh Q's, P's, birth certificates and fake ID's Like to drink liquor, with beadies and leaves The motherfuckin fuzz wanna stop us Found our fingerprints on some choppers Listenin to the scanner, I hear the Penelope's say "Man uhh, them nigger boys, I can't stand uhh" Young hoodlums sellin hawk, cloggin up the block Inna come-a new 6-double-zero drop We party in matches V.I.P.'s nigga fuck a fly Invite celebrities like E-40 and J.R. Ridah, timah "I'm so serious!" "I'm so serious brotha!" "I'm so serious brotha!" "I got n...." Chorus: Suga T He said he's just a, timah name, rang-in Major factor, Fed Ex High-powered lawyers, and a young nigga havin his wayyyy! Let em know, let em know main Let em know, let em know, let em know-ow Let em know, let em know main Let em know, let em know, let em know-ow *cell phone rings* "Hall-oh??" "Wassup fool!" "Whas happenin who dis?" "Nigga it's yo' boy!" "My bo-...?" "WHASSUP YOU TIMAH WHEN YO' ASS GOIN TOWN?" "On a mission about my mail, to the hillside of Vallejo" (7X) Verse Three: E-40 You niggaz got me fucked, FUCKED UP Me yanked myself up out the game, hold up, motherfucker I got bills to pay, nigga if you don't get out my way I'm gonna peels your toupee, I'm in it to stay and I'm strapped in the Bay but I never woulda thought that I would feel like that I can invest my money in a franchise Get em up out the hood before my homies lose they lizzives Buy a fuckin record company and watch my mail rise Ha ha, yeah, timah Big Timah, a motherfucker have his br-ead, may-an Fed Ex to the highest degree, tax free Ballin out of motherfuckin control A major factor playin a white man's game man Sneak in and sneak out Campaign champagne and clam thang Game can be sold and told at the same time And this shit here is designed to sprinkle yo' mind High-powered ass shit man for my high-powered ass Clickalation Get it while it's good before it's to graduation Understand me? Chorus: Suga T He said he's just a, timah name, rang-in Major factor, Fed Ex High-powered lawyers, and a young nigga havin his wayyyy! Let em know, let em know main Let em know, let em know, let em know-ow Let em know, let em know main Let em know, let em know, let em know-ow Timah name, rang-in Major factor, Fed Ex High-powered lawyers, and a young nigga havin his wayyyy! Let em know, let em know main Let em know, let em know, let em know-ow Let em know, let em know main Let em know, let em know, let em know-ow |
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from E-40 - In A Major Way (1995)
Hey ah, which way should I steer ah
The beat keeps knockin down my rear view mirror Pervin like a mothafucka swervin Hope I don't scrub in my '95 Suburban To go throughout the community squattin on gold tippy toes Peep, breathin on Indian cigarette-Ganish Bidi posin niggas tweak Quick fast and a hurry don't worry 40 vision blurry Shorty hit the freeways climbin like that nigga Joe Torre (Celly Cel) What do you know it's siggity Cel That funky niggero that funky nigga doe Kickin in doors you beta grab ya hoe I see ya cruisin in the late night creepin wit my nigga B-Legit and 40 water, ah shit (40) We're here-we're there-we're everywhere Highly intox-icated but we don't care (B-Legit) I'm from the H.I.L.L. the place where my niggas bell A mack muthafuckin 12 will send your ass straight to hell (40) A tick a tock, the shit da spot They say them crazy muthafuckas pull out a chop (B) I watch them muthafuckas run I do this shit for fun You niggas know you can't get none (40) Biatch Chorus- I'm from the V.A.L.L.E.J.O H.I.L.L side doe Spittin straight game is all a nigga know and ahh and they be like... (there they go,off to the liquor store) (B) I tell a bitch what the fuck you mean where I've been And so what I smells like pussy and gin I had money to make Bitches to break and if the shit was out of line I had lives to take I told you from the gate that I'm a mobster Sippin DP eatin lobster Don't get it confused you won't get abused As long as you makin' me them revenues (Cel) That miggity mack, that diggity dang and that niggity nut Jump in the back of my cut with a tramp slut and hit the gut Ain't got no love for 'em all I love to do is dick 'em Pass 'em to the extra mannish nigga 40 water (40) If I was popeye with a ? You could kiss my big black royal I'm not funkin' over Oliveoil Last night I had a superbad in my room She sucked me till my dick shriveled up like a prun (Cel) Well pass the Hussy to the left hand side So I can bend her over hit it from the back and let her ride You know it's Sick Wid It Hog gotta put the shake down Shot her to the left nigga hit me with the break down Chorus (40) Beefeater, Tanqueray, Safire, Bombay ? the punch bowl full of hurricane That'll last a nigga dang near all day Smokin' HERB we gets perved cop a squat Let's hang out at the old Cola spot (B) Nigga I'm a Louie smokes damn near Q So can I get a Twomp on my pager here You been blowin' me up I know you know the code 31 double 07 dash 9 eleven (40) High steppin' Ya blankin off the blanks Cuz I'm a ?ock star?ate goin dove rock Nigga let me use your fuckin car All the way to sunday,monday,tuesday,wednesday,thursday,friday,saturday Threw up money tore up ass botch you call the po po on me Told 'em I was sideways doin about a buck 50 in Salonto County Sheriffs pull my ass over, and book me caught me with a gun And a bunch of Alezah bottles and they was askin me where I'm from And I said bitch |
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from E-40 - In A Major Way (1995)
(E-40)
Why was I born in these trifling ass times? Why is it mandatory that I carry nines? Don't be to civil cuz even white folks get jacked to Doctors, high class lawyers and even Japs too You ask me why I speak the real the way I feel How come we call bitches hoes and you call us negros? They want to do me like they did Stacks What is this young black man doing with all that scratch? huh I see some timahs on the yayo track readin they mail Talking bout "I got white girl for sale" But they ain't talking to me cuz I'm an oldie and they knows that I used to be just like them I tell them "y'all get that scratch" Magazine was never nothing like Bel Air High speed shot outs and shit, but I loved it there 40 where you've been playa, it's been a while? Marinatin' accumulating paper pal Y'all kind of doin it huh, you still grindin? Hell yeah, you know them tapes you keep rewinding Money ain't changed me, money changed the way people think about me When I was broke all I had was my family You know what kills me doe them fuckin' numskulls I hate when blacks be clowin blacks on all these talk shows It's bad enough we shootin up each other tradgically Two days ago they found some brother smothered badly Nobody's to be trusted in this day and age To much jealousy and envy on the wrong page And fuck the po po because that 39% tax I pay Don't get me nathan but a choke hold and some pepper spray Chorus Our father who art in heaven hollow it be thy name thy kingdom come That's the prayer that I say so spread the word And if you feeling down and out read proverbs You know that I've been tweakin off something strange Startin to see a lot of womens at the shootin range Domestic violence but here's an old ghetto myth My potnas auntie scold her boyfriend with some hot grits I'm from the G-E double T-T to the oh no Where only few dare to go (e-40 Jr.) I spits game like a soldier tonk since I told you this Rap kingpin giant, six year old vocalist You don't want to see me Do it like I do that All up in your tall-can face I tell you get more scrilascratch Y'alll need to get up on it The game is way to deep I'm not your average hustler I be creepin while you sleep Game, Straight game Get up on it , Straight game Chorus- It's all Bad |
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from E-40 - In A Major Way (1995)
*keys jangle*
Mmmmhmmm this bitch act like she *dog starts barking* gonna do something I about to get me some of this Cuerve man Finna go up to this bitch man got my motherfuckin helmet man I'm finna get me some pussy! I'm gonna get some pussy! *car door slams* Yessuh! *tires peel out* *gun shots ring out* *car horn goes off* *tires peel out* |
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from E-40 - In A Major Way (1995)
Mobb shit bitch
I know you know But check game doe Verse One: B-Legit, E-40 I'm in the S-C 4-double-oh Sitting real low, stick in the flo', oh The hoe want me to come swoop Take her for a ride in my blue Lex Luthor (Lex Luth-ah) But the bitch ain't got no gas fetti (gas fetti) So I burnt her like Fast Freddy (Fast Freddy) Hit me on the first when your mail has come And maybe we can go to the mall or somethin (to the mall or somethin) Heavy ass shit for the mob -- for the mob When I make a zillion I resign -- I resign I'm realin in a hundred dollar bill with the line across When Christmas come around ask Santa Claus Santa do you know E-40? Bet you that nigga say "That's my homey!" We used to perv grind curb trip to my grandma Kahlua milk and brandy almost every day Cognac is cool, but I'm on gin (on gin) Santa bought me, a new Mac-10 (yeah) Yeah, Click shit makes a motherfucker's night Niggaz listen to it cuz it's light Crooked twisted unlisted on the highways We riding sideaways, beotch! Chorus: Mac Shon I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way ("Back up the Coupe and roll sideways") I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way ("Made a left at the corner cuz it was hoes") I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way ("I'm looking for a bench seat") I'm riding sideawats, this way thatta way ("Hoes see this type of shit and go reala...") Verse Two: B-Legit, E-40 I'm riding city to city (city to city), me and Leviti So get your toilet paper cuz it's gon' get shitty (gon' get shitty) I hit the highway goin East (East) Twenty-two ounces of yeast (yeast...) I'm playin this game cuz a nigga my age be I met her last night and today she paged me Wanna know if B-Legit can kick it tonight (what else) Only sixteen, way too tight But age ain't nothin but a number -- number Baby got her hair done by Shanda -- Shanda Nine nine ten, eleven and up If you bleed, you get fucked -- fucked No not me, not fo'-oh -- not fo'-oh I beat the bitch down with a two by fo' Eryfuckinday is a holiday, celebration When the bitch is actin crabby that means she's on her menestration I be like fuckin em like dis dat to the highest -- highest Talkin more shit than colitus A str-uh, strizuck out in my Cutlass Supreme on a Friday (which way we ridin) Riding sideaways... beotch! Chorus: Mac Shon I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way ("Doing about a buck fifty") I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way ("Danked out, and full of that Cisco") I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way ("Pervin swervin runnin all into the curb and") I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way ("Bout a gallon to the dome, then that's the hit") Verse Three: E-40, B-Legit See I'ma hogg nigga, Beverly Hillbilly Neckbone, oxtails, pork'n'beans and chili Just like my nigga Celly, we likes to kick it silly Regurgitate and kick a bootch move up out the telly Cause they out there bad ain't satisfied Hoes just wanna be pacified But I can't do no justice cuz the justice ain't to be did BEOTCH! You usin too much rid Now I've been known to break niggaz off (off) Hard type or soft, line em up chalk em up as a loss See me in the parking lot doing my thang (yeah) Love to see my old school dance in the rain (kick it) The po-po's came and they closed up shop (kick it) Smashed through the Hood and we made that hot (yah) See the shit don't stop (stop) motherfuckers pop (pop) Seven-deuce drop (drop) Coney air shocks (mmhmm) Riding through the shit like Racer X And if a motherfucker flex break back and necks (back and necks) Running red lights and the right-of-ways (How we gonna get it doe?) We get it sideaways, beitch!! Chorus: Mac Shon I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way ("Late at night up and down saying hi...") I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way ("Be trapped trunk, Stark Boulevard") I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way ("Come here you little hard-ass boy!") I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way ("Niggaz like to hear this type of shit when they crawl") |
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from E-40 - In A Major Way (1995)
(spit that shit)
Durrin a playa like my youth I think I recall when I got my first tooth I was a teeny little ol teether lil old peeverl ittle bitches Some like a little further on down the line started fuckin with moonshine, all kind of wines Stood in front of the liquor house sokin up kidney , from old timers Buy me a drank man I know it's against the law be a good sport liquor sport What you need my little comrad a packet of kool-aid and some throw up What else? A pack of Bb's and a short naked Night Train Whatchu gonna give me? A couple of foodstamps that I won in a dice game Preciate it playa, I'm up out of this bitch bout to go hook up with my side hill now them shits relatives simple ones kinfolks Good folks, y'know, y'know Twisted, slogan, me and my fools be out there back pervin Tor' back on your face and started to roll over *chorus* Let's perv, throw up, and drank again Let's get high, loaded, and smoke again (repeat 2X) Just wakin up from my hang-over Still high, like I swallowed an ounce of yola"coke" I don't wanna ever be sober Like payin tuishin, wake up in the same position, open up the safe Peep the stash, lookin mighty healthy, plenty of cash Grabbed my faulty"cell phone" from up out the charger And then boutsta make a dash called up the folks today is the day for my nigga's birthday twelve o'clock come through gon get beat By who? By them hog mark niggaz in the cleats We's deep, no remorse no feelings retardos no sorrow Drink it til your motherfuckin insides turn holow to cross and wallow Back to back, struck and strikin, that's your job (that's your job nigga) To make you lift this tick, fuckit nigga blow a bottle *chorus* Room spinnin, dead Got the garbage can next to the bed Now I was tweakin off that old crazy ass commercial on BET Jackie Stallone What made it so bad is I don't even know how I got home Niggaz ain't feel me y'know fuck this sargeant general when they peoples be lookin like that indo viktaa barren, purple kushdo Smob with me I'm tryin to told ya like you get to perkin Ride to me I'll teach you some of this game that I be twerkin Pull this motherfucker over main, you probably gotta go piss again Don't even sweat it though just be on the lookout for so-and-so now whatchu be callin them po-po's? Tedelknows Penelopes, grill up out of this bitch man I got warrants, let's go get some Hen main |
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from E-40 - In A Major Way (1995)
E-40]
Woke up in the A.M., toasted out of my cranium Gotta take a shit, took a dump in the Mediterranean Flushed the toilet, hit the shower Snatched a fit up out the clos' Miles of a '96 broom handle Hangin half-way out my drawers You niggas better feel me I got patrons to serve Nigga got to starts pay props will deserve Fuck my trunk I'm smobbin ugly in my deep dirt , fuck you on my way to see Miss Chiminey Cause since Chiminey is a good friend of me She likes to go ah, downtown She likes it when I, pound pound Here's a whoppin' bitch Call me uh-Bah uh-Barney Rubble stick the beast down, so duck Had the pussy poppin bubbles Scratchin the paint off up of the walls Pickin off in them drawers, rebel without a pause She could feel a gnat sting, swimmin' in Niagara Falls Now no matter extra meal, managin the place All up in the motherfuckin' tall can face Streets make you broke, Forty Water ain't no joke Make way, say hey, check my display Bump the shit til your tape busts (Bump the shit til ya tape busts) And youse a bitch if you ain't got no clit (And youse a bitch if you ain't got no clit) Chorus: E-40 40 took a forty to the fuckin dome And now they got me spittin on the microphone... 40 took a forty to the fuckin dome And now they got me spittin on the microphone, beeitch! Drunker than a motherfucker spittin that shit [E-40] High rank, nigga poor Scratch scratch taller than Manute Bol Cash rules everything around me 40 why they why they get the money Oh tell me baby gon' be no catchin', bet ya catch before 40 7-11 ah big Danz said a step man, can't win (uh) 1-Luv to my niggaz in the YOU KNOW Gettin' swoll, bulkin' up, drinkin' pruneau Y'all stay the same, got some extra whoop I think I need a drink The waiter got me fuckin like me right in here bitches sooner than I think Vallejo PD's on crack man They shot my nigga Tone Tucker in the back man Prejudiced motherfuckers! What niggaz need to do is fuck a-lo a-lo key now Squash the fuh-ah fuckin' spot, ain't nothin' wrong? (Squash it) Hang with tactical edged (staple?) highly easy to be converted to Mack-1 Twice as righteous (righteous), make them po-po's like us Drink with me, second base, and I'm gone for home I drunk a 40 to the fuckin dome Chorus [E-40] I ain't no cupcake (I ain't no cupcake) so don't call me hostess (hostess) Nigga don't you know I'm all open to explosives (I'ma explode) Let tha bed bugs bite, sleep light Be ready for the tip-toein phantoms at night When I open em for risk (when I open it for risk) Smokin somethin for the hatest terminator instigator (terminator instant trader) Nigga just bought from Traders Tyler lookin for all some of that fit, ya gotta admit nigglet your life is set why you ungreatful motherfuckas you better get somewhere where they love you at your life is set why you ungrateful motherfucka I've been strugglin strivin so hard to make my shit obese (uh) Pacin back and forth (uh) Bear to grit my teeth, C-C-L-L-I-I-C-K, Northern California V uh VJ I feed your ass, with my ambitiousness about the fuckin bumble Lookin ambitious as the motherfuckin bumble Soundin' off car alarms My shit ain't nothin humble Gotta say wassup (gotta say wassup) to some niggaz on my team Niggaz like Rec-Street and Nicky motherfuckin Green (motherfuckin Green) |
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from E-40 - In A Major Way (1995)
Yeah, focus pocus, skiggedy-skat
It ain't nuttin but me That nigga E-40 Finna sprinkle some of you fools with some of this This G-A-M-E man some of this game Understand my sista Finna sprinkle you fools with sprinkle sista Understand this doe It don't stop til the motherfucking glock pop [Don't stop] and fuck a glock I'm fuckin with a 6R P226 Diana Ross cousin nina Misdemeanor, that's what we do, understand it I be more hipper than a hippopotamus Get off in your head like a neurologist Pushin more weight than Atlas Got a partner by the name of 2Pacalypse The seven-oh-seven my roost go hella fall back to Floyd Terrace I pull a forty out of my ballcap and den I flush it down my esopha-garus The group that I'm with The Click Shigge-D-Shot, Legit Family orientated Game related, it's the shit Killing motherfuckers off crucial Sittin em down mutual Running through these lyrics as if I was fibered like Metamucil Timah timah.... forty widah.. forty wide Sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main Big timah timah, big timah.... forty widah-ahh Sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main Kick that shit Suga Here comes the top notch, ooh ooh ooh here I be Clicked out me Suga T from the V I'm quick to smob (quick to smob), always down for the job Ya gotta strut that's a gang of shot (gang of shot) Ooh ooh ooh I'm a fool Slangin more mail as I slides through your hood Straight shakin all, these bustas and busterettes Tryin to claim fame off my Chavez rep (Chavez rep) Ohh, why oh why must I be so tight? (Why oh why) Most folks tell me, Suga you ain't right (Why oh why Suga you ain't right) It makes me wanna scream while I make ya holler Pullin a gang of clout like that al-mighty dollar Suga Suga (ahh yeah that's me) Suga Suga That's my sista (you know my name!) Sprinkle me girl, sprinkle me girl (ahaha) Sprinkle me girl, sprinkle me girl Suga Suga (that's what they call me) Dat's my sista (I ain't right!) Sprinkle me girl, sprinkle me girl, sprinkle me girl, sprinkle me girl (Check the flotation!) Nigga PHin on a playa makin mega Tryin to knock the hustle just because we way too major (E they try to test your testicles, you know that shit ain't cool) Suga don't make me have to come up out the sound booth and act a fuckin fool (All these old hoe-cake ass niggaz, they make me so damn sick) BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM ON A TRICK Playa play her for false and get rubbed off ya don't want malse Fuck around and get evaporated Cause I'ma timah timah.... timah timah Forty widah... forty wide Sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main Big timah timah... big timah Forty widah... forty wide Sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main That's what we do, beatch! Understand this shit, understand it What's happenin Suga, you in this bitch with me? (haha thought you heard) Yeah that's what we do for the motherfuckin... nine-five (ha for the nine-five, yeah) Sick Wid It Records, Jive all the time (understandin the system main) It's Mob City, V-Town, it's Mob City It's Mob City V-Town niggaz (mobbin through ya hood) |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
*Ah is a, Ah is a, Should I save her?(I want to be saved!!!!) (x4)It's 1994 and niggas need to miss me be savin' these hoes You know how these tricks we be buyin' em clothesWanna taxi hoes on vogues with the beatAnd have em sittin' next to em in the front seatBut not B see I'm a hog up out the VAnd my motto is fuck a hoe and hit the throttleTo the smoke talkin' on my Okie doeWorld wide I got a clydes up in TokoyoLook up in the sky it's a bird it's a planeWhat's that niggas name? (Captain save a hoe main)More faster than a speeding bullet To put on his cape and scaredI put the fake the fake the funk the funkTo me that's not the way to do itCaptain muthafuckin' Save a Hoe game to meFlexin just like a little ol' bitch All up in front of my companyHad to check his ass with an ear check dump and pumpin' Talkin' to him while I'm beatin' his assPumpin' fear talkin' bout nigga you gone retrospect somethin here*RepeatMr. super trick Mr. super snitchYeah, you wanna kill me cuz I fucked ya bitchYou should had your cape on tight that nightCuz a nigga like the Shot sho plugs em rightAnd now yo batch is straight callin me lovin meOn the under for the porno star that I beAnd don't you come in my face with that trick shitYa betta try some more shitI got the gift to grab any batch That I want but I don'tCuz batches now a days will get you caught up in some funk Oh no, I'm not tryin' to save you hoes 'nHow come when I was broke you wasn't brown nosin'?The other day you see me smobbin' down magazineWith some ol' nigga in your car lookin' at me meanI stopped in the middle of the street Reached under seat to grab my heatMan that's the same motherfuckerthat I got into it with at the club last weekMan them niggas can't fade They bith made And so they start But niggas with no heart Don't want no part to this Nigga rollin' with the Funk MobbAnd when it's funk The pump will spit them double lawsSo what you doin' when we roll through you hideoutI let my mack get off and then I rides outWith your ass there smokin' like an incentYou savin hoes nigga and that's bitch shit*RepeatI'm crossin' up niggas and bitches And even snitches just for my richesCaptain Save A Hoe I ain't got no problem with that ol shitI gives a damn as long as he's payin'It ain't my fault because he's sprung off my landI'm cashin' GA checks, go to the bank Hank If your breath stank, you get ganked mainLong as a trick comes fallin' down That gets me all upset to put on my suit and clownBut make that nigga take care your kids Make that nigga call your kids hisMake that nigga get out there and work Make his ass buy you a Brinun BurkIt's all part of that nigga take care of me Pussy whipped nigga come save meBatches out there be on the look out For Captain save a hoe Cuz he's savin hoes*Repeat *Repeat just second line (x4)Yeah baby, what's up you wanna get your hair doneCome on let's go down to Lee and Kim Nail'sWe can get your nails done, get your hair doneWhat about your kids? How many kids you got? Two?Ah, yeah that's cool we can go feed and cloth them kidsWe can go down and get the hook up at Durant SquareYeah baby I do anything for yaWant you phone cranked on, I can get it cranked on to my nameMatter of fact I get you a cellular phone and a pagerWe can get that package deal down there at Cellular OneBaby I'm here for you I got you
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
[E-40]
Uhh, dry as the fuck, and I'm (?) one left with yo-yo Seven houses down, black street, dark (?) folk don't matter tho' I don't know who to trust, what to look fo' How many niggaz wanna kill me? I'm havin a, hard time tryin to determine if that's the homey, or the enemy Ol' shady-ass, no build for that Just lookin like he plottin on somethin-ass nigga But I wanted to mack like he fin' to do somethin and I'll get to be dumpin on yo' ass nigga One of the main rules, of the game, without a doubt Nigga don't you ever pull a gun and don't use it Nigga that's a good way to get your brains blow out Motherfucker like me get to flashin then I lose it Leave that ol' shit up to me and watch me prove it Nigga, you betta be real about this shit If you in it you in it don't be no punk Nigga this ain't no baseball game, niggaz don't FORFEIT NO DAMN FUNK [T-Pup] Two brothers goin sack for sack in the back of the 'llac, takin a whiffle Strippin the fuck up out of some willow Poppin ecstasy like Skittles It'll get you in the long run, sniffin them long ones Way girl burst ya dick and now it got ya on one Came up shorted, circumstances nigga quote it What goes around comes around tryin to steal this (?) Brady hostess Keep your focus, and never the love of the hocus pocus Set up hoes lovin to get jackers to come and smoke us Die-hard soldier, T-Pup-alicious, cops get vicious No mercy on haters or no bitches Got in my clitches waitin for a nigga to take some chances so we can deal with these hardco' Sic-Wid-It-ass circumstances Chorus: various singers together Takin all these CHANCES You might never ever ever get them CIRCUMSTANCES Penitentiary CHANCES You might never ever ever get them CIRCUMSTANCES Chorus Two: Cold 187um, Kokane + more (repeat 2X) I said the world is full of crack babies I remember when the world went crazy Til I copped a sack, and put it down like that and rolled out like it didn't even fade me [Yukmouth] Nigga - slang suga delight enough to get my hustle right It's double like, a flip new Benzo with the bubble lights Scuffle fights with rats and roaches, I was the brokest motherfucker, now I'm the closest nigga to ballin ferocious motherfucker, dust a nigga off like wax off, cracks off a hard (Fo' sheezy) Pimpin ain't easy and motherfucker only if you breezy Easy does it, I does it do it off the fluid Come with the newest shit I come through with Bitch don't you hear the music? (Don't you hear the music? Too sexy for my shirt) Too sexy for my shirt so bad hurt niggaz on the turf wanna put my ass up in the dirt, cause I skirt a Lex-o and slurp a genie bottle full of X-O or maybe cause I'm with 40-Water and a jug of ethel You can't love it, don't leave the ghetto Me and I'm heated like two jugs of methyl [Numskull] Damn, (??)cydal shit when vital shit starts to happen Eager to be the nigga just for cappin Strappin up ain't no thang, it's survival It's makin sure you all good when it comes to enemies and rivals It's +Higher Learning+, but it's +True Lies+ when it comes to the +Superfly+ Speedy Gonzalez destroyes from the Eastside Is it ridicule or stardom? Did we hurt yo' feelings, pardon I'm makin niggaz fall like cops on +Rage in Harlem+ (Beotch!) I'm on some moonshine shit Bit the cork off the Cristal I'm drunk so let me chill for a while Chorus Chorus Two [Celly Cel] Aww yeah yeah now niggaz know Well ain't no sense in me fuckin around My stompin ground be the H-I-double-L-S-I-D-E bound to touch you with them tecs and make them marks, bounce like checks Slide a faulty bitch up under these niggaz and killin 'em off with sex Ain't no tellin what angle I'm comin with these circumstances Penitentiary chances, nina ruff fluffin tap dancers on your hood for breedin snitch bitch-made niggaz Don't fade triggers so they quick get sprayed niggaz I fuck with wig-splitters, Colombian neck-tie throat slitters (??) take a long time business to get paid to get rid of you cheater Chatter police-ass niggaz takin chances (takin chances) Man you can't fuck with these circumstances [E-40] And all you O.G. motherfuckers better stop tryin to mark them yungsta cause sooner or later, they gon' dump, like some garbage dusters Tryin to throw yo' weight around, like you gon', uhh, take over a spot Nigga don't you know these youngsters nowadays be off that water and hot? Chorus Chorus Two |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
"I'm a little mannish motherfucker
I take after my older brother Started off selling marijuana, but now I'm selling yola.." [E-40] Here take a swig of this bourbon Hit that, hit that baby Aight dude.. ay who who's foolin right there? (Who dat?) Aight nigga ay get down nigga .. {*gunfire starts going off*} AY NIGGA GET DOWN NIGGA! Ay nigga GET DOWN NIGGA (Shit!) Wuh, we about seventy-five extra mail mannish hard-headed hoodlum-ass niggaz On the dopetrack workin overtime full of fuckin 'D' (D!) Runnin through somewhere in the neighborhood of about seven-hundred thousand in illegal narcotics generatin through mah street, a week Why motherfuckers gotta ask me how I'm doin if I'm alright? When a motherfucker's starvin and strugglin even on my hip pretty much needlin and jugglin there STILL ain't gonna never be enough lovin! I'm tired of rippin and runnin, dodgin and duckin bullets I KNOW MY TIME IS COMIN - death is on me bad The walls is closin in, I wish I had a dad but left when I was ten, so moms is all I had And she was there for me until I ran away from the pad And now she disowned me and she don't claim me Reverend wouldja put some blessin oil on my head before I end up dead, gall bladder full of lead - scared I guess a hard-head make a soft-ass (??) I ain't gon' last if I keep fuckin with this fast life Chorus: E-40 and Lil' E (repeat 2X) He would grow up to be nothin but a hoodlum or either in jail, or someone would shoot him, UH (He would grow up to be nuttin but a hoodlum or either in jail, or someone would shoot him) [E-40] Ah, I page my ties even though the money's filthy Don't wanna go to church, because I feel guilty Nope - I DON'T WANNA DIE - cause when the preacher preach the gospel I BE READY TO CRY - up in the Church of Pentecostal I don't think I'ma make it to see twenty-five til I wash my hands and come clean Shit I'll be hella happy if I can just live to see sixteen No life to give for that nastiness as a rebellious disobedient-ass problem child He's easily influenced - hangin around the wrong crowd I'm willin to do almost anything, whatever it takes to make my allowance I'm on prescription medication, chemically off-balance Got me snatchin up (??), pickin up hits Pick-pickin indo's (do's), and pullin licks Chorus [Lil' E] But daddy? (Yes son) Tie my shoes (okay) lace me up (uh) Hook me up, like a tow-track maaaaan (aight) Ear-hustlin, make like a pampered suck-up game-a-saur (what?) When it comes to this thang man I'm conniseur (conniseur) I read through the punk registry in the Robb Report (what?) I come off like dat Grew up around slick talkers (ah) A pa-a poppin con artists (what?) Go straight to the (??) and get a bad leather jacket (??) (??) bankrupt! [E-40] Boy you.. Like you when I was younger but I got my life together and I bettered myself as I got older Na-uh now I entertain (entertain) a sss-uh, a-smeb rover (a smeb rover) Street smarts with a degree and a diploma Chorus 2X [E-40] Ah give it to me, uhh.. Uhh.. Uhh.. Come on, uhh.. Give it to me, uhh.. |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
I'm a little mannish motherfucker I take after my older brother Started off selling marijuana, but now I'm selling yola..Here take a swig of this bourbon Hit that, hit that babyAight dude.. ay who who's foolin right there? (Who dat?)<
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
Good things come to those who stays on they toes
Don't you e-ver stop Al-ways keep it hot Potnah this bubonic cuts, that other shit is high Fuck what you talkin about, throw me that childproof lighter Oh youse a smoker huh? Then go on and flame I heard you got some shit and heard it come from Spain Naw, Amsterdam, I got it from the hemp man Bought the weed cause I love what it do to me Five o'clock in the traffic and I be fiendin Without the bomb nigga life has no meanin Okay.. see I be krunkin to profession in American-ow Cristal Brothers Brandy all down the throat Steady dippin call me Funk Master Flex Ass since mom and daddy had sex Got yo' nigga daydreamin, smebbin in a check-U Floatin in a cloud, music up hella loud Proud to be in the land of the lights and the beer Got me where I ain't carin Because I like what you doin to me It's like this and that to fuckin with your dick on hard And nigga ain't no Pebble Beach in my backyard Rackateerin, smearin, no foreseein Shit folks ain't even used to hearin We break bread with the theeth thick ass bitch with the tits and the anus, off the English, how her body speak her own language And it's cool when she speakin to me I let the hoochie run through me I seen him walkin in the rain I guess the nigga owe too much to the game They say the nigga used to drive a Mustang I'm thinkin potnah musta went against the grain like a lane I cross artists? No not B-Legit Catch nine of the last ten in my clip Don't trip, a bitch can't do in me but I be likin what she doin to me Because I like what you doin to me Just think, I used to have to flip cabbage And now I ride in a nine-seven whip Caddy Meal game, they call me by my stage name Hella G's when I spit this game But just think, I used to sell them weights But now I'm all off into real estates, huh We put our city on the map, raise clientele Made it so niggaz can be proud to say they from Vallel' side - man I went to school with them Had him in my class, never thought the fool'd pass But now I took advantage of the opportunity and I love what it do to me They say that I got cousins I ain't never met Think I'm big-headed, think I'm all that They say that I don't give to my community but I be likin what they doin to me Because I like what you doin to me Good things come to those who stays on they toes Don't you e-ver stop Al-ways keep it hot Good things come to those who stays on they toes Don't you e-ver stop Al-ways keep it hot Good things come to those who stays on they toes Don't you e-ver stop Al-ways keep it hot Good things come to those who stays on they toes Don't you e-ver stop Al-ways keep it hot |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
[Steve Scales]
Good things come to those who stays on they toes Don't you e-ver stop Al-ways keep it hot [Forty] Potnah this bubonic cuts, that other shit is high [Legit] Fuck what you talkin about, throw me that childproof lighter [Forty] Oh youse a smoker huh? Then go on and flame I heard you got some shit and heard it come from Spain [Legit] Naw, Amsterdam, I got it from the hemp man Bought the weed cause I love what it do to me Five o'clock in the traffic and I be fiendin Without the bomb nigga life has no meanin [E-40] Okay.. see I be krunkin(?) to profession in American-o(?) Cristal Brothers Brandy all down the throat Steady dippin call me Funk Master Flex Ass since mom and daddy had sex [B-Legit] Got yo' nigga daydreamin, smebbin in a check-U Floatin in a cloud, music up hella loud Proud to be in the land of the lights and the beer Got me where I ain't carin .. because I like what you doin to me .. because I like what you doin to me [E-40] It's like this and that to fuckin with your dick on hard And nigga ain't no Pebble Beach in my backyard Rackateerin, smearin, no foreseein Shit folks ain't even used to hearin [B-Legit] We break bread with the (?), thick ass bitch with the tits and the anus, off the English, how her body speak her own language And it's cool when she speakin to me I let the hoochie run through me [E-40] I seen him walkin in the rain I guess the nigga owe too much to the game They say the nigga used to drive a Mustang I'm thinkin potnah musta went against the grain like a lane [B-Legit] I cross artists? No not B-Legit Catch nine of the last ten in my clip Don't trip, a bitch can't do in me but I be likin what she doin to me .. because I like what you doin to me .. because I like what you doin to me [B-Legit] Just think, I used to have to flip cabbage And now I ride in a nine-seven whip Caddy Meal game, they call me by my stage name Hella G's when I spit this game [E-40] But just think, I used to sell them weights But now I'm all off into real estates, huh We put our city on the map, raise clientele Made it so niggaz can be proud to say they from Vallel' [B-Legit] (?)side - man I went to school with them Had him in my class, never thought the fool'd pass But now I took advantage of the opportunity and I love what it do to me [E-40] They say that I got cousins I ain't never met Think I'm big-headed, think I'm all that They say that I don't give to my community but I be likin what they doin to me .. because I like what you doin to me .. because I like what you doin to me [Steve Scales] - repeat 4X Good things come to those who stays on they toes Don't you e-ver stop Al-ways keep it hot |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
Base Chorus: Suga T
1: I wanna thank you, pimps and players 2: for sharing your game with me 3: I wanna thank all.. of the hustlers 4: for showing me your life, on the street 5: And I know.. that'll I never 6: for-get you 7: Oooo-oooo-ooooh, forget about you 8: Ohhh-ohh-ohh [E-40 over Chorus] 3: All the hustlers 4: C'mon, that's right 5: And I KNOW .. that'll I never.. 6: forget you 7: Sprinkle me mayne 8: Uhh, sprinkle me mayne [E-40] Ahh.. laced up by the best, check it out.. Uhh, marinatin on the corner with a chip in his phone You can tell that the Hillside was his home Mo' scrill than the rest of the pushers cause he got a chop suey in the bushes Dice game, craps, puffin on Taylors drinkin Boilermakers M.D. 20/20 mixed with Boone's, Farm's, and Olde English Around the clock, deuce-four-seven, three-sixty-fifth (??) where I come (??) DEAD RIGHT, twerkin over shit Business boomin off the buzzer, and I'm a happy camper til the homey beat his bootch down for no reason with the Zenith hammer Thangs started gettin sloppy, dude started rollin over Niggaz started steppin on dope and stretchin the crack synthetic yola Turf got hot hella heads got shot on dead body soil Po'-po's on that ass like hot baby oil Play your cards right son everybody can have cash but you gotta get in and out if you expect 'em to last Base Chorus [E-40 over Chorus] 1: Uhh.. pimps and players 2: For sharing your game with me 3: All the hustlers 4: fo' showin me yo' life on the streets 5: And I KNOW .. that'll I never.. 6: forget you, that's real 7: Sprinkle me mayne 8: Lace me mayne *: Lace me mayne.. [E-40] I was sprinkled at a young age Laced down with Trump tight, taught by the best Some of them still livin, some of them done been put to rest but I was blessed, and luckily I made it out but I must confess, I wouldn'ta made it without the big timers, the top-hats, the tycoons The street hustlers, the pistol packin Daniel Boone's that put it down and paved the way, for me to say the things I say, and I'm proud to be straight from the Yay To U.K.(?) I spits this big time talkin shit all day Nationwide, from where I stay to where you stay B like the Savage beast, keep yo' game creased Stick to the rules and don't be sellin out to no police I always paid attention when the game was preached Had all the street slang and the latest speech And now I'm makin more mail than a oil well Up all night tryin to get my money orders right Base Chorus [E-40 over Chorus] 1: Uh, uh.. pimps and players (pimps and players) 2: For sharing your GAME with me 3: All the hustlers 4: C'mon (c'mon) fo' showin me yo' life on the streets 5: And I KNOW .. that'll I never.. 6: forget you, that's so damn real 7: Sprinkle me mayne 8: Sprinkle me mayne *: Suga, sprinkle me gal *: Suga.. c'mon uh, sprinkle me gal [Suga T] It started from my momma (yo' MOMMA?) Hard headed and all She said, "Only the strong survive, Suga STAY STRONG" Seein a bunch of fools, that used to ride smob, stay jobbin knew they was raw without a pot to piss in Used to drive through the turf in them candy paint Benzes I've run all this game that the hustlers pop Spittin enough game to keep a notch on the jock Now the game's the same, but the players changed Ain't nothin but a thang, keep it real mayne Timer timer (timer timer) Uhh, yeah, that's my nogga - sprinkle thee Paper chasin steady flowin to the dome It ain't no place like home, oooh oooh Pay my respects and give my contributions to all the soldiers on the streets and in the institutions Base Chorus [E-40 over Chorus] {Suga T over Chorus} 1: Insti-TUTIONS {I wanna thank you, pimps and players} that's right 2: FO' ShaRIn yo' GaME wiTh ME 3: Uhh {yeahhh.. ooh ooh ooh} all the hustlers 4: That's so damn real 5: And I KNOW .. that'll I never.. 6: {forget you} forget you 7: Lace me mayne, sprinkle me mayne {and that's real} 8: C'mon, sprinkle me mayne {yeah} that's right *: Lace me mayne.. {sprinkle thee} Base Chorus [E-40 over Chorus] That right? Forty-water, from the C-L-I-C-K with my sista Suga T Lettin y'all know how we do it up in the Yay 7-0-7 4-1-5 1-0 That's the car(?) I roll with And it goes for all the hustlers nationwide Pimpin players, for tyin my shoes and lacin me up |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
1: I wanna thank you, pimps and players
2: for sharing your game with me 3: I wanna thank all.. of the hustlers 4: for showing me your life, on the street 5: And I know.. that'll I never 6: for-get you 7: Oooo-oooo-ooooh, forget about you 8: Ohhh-ohh-ohh [E-40 over Chorus] 3: All the hustlers 4: C'mon, that's right 5: And I KNOW .. that'll I never.. 6: forget you 7: Sprinkle me mayne 8: Uhh, sprinkle me mayne [E-40] Ahh.. laced up by the best, check it out.. Uhh, marinatin on the corner with a chip in his phone You can tell that the Hillside was his home Mo' scrill than the rest of the pushers cause he got a chop suey in the bushes Dice game, craps, puffin on Taylors drinkin Boilermakers M.D. 20/20 mixed with Boone's, Farm's, and Olde English Around the clock, deuce-four-seven, three-sixty-fifth (??) where I come (??) DEAD RIGHT, twerkin over shit Business boomin off the buzzer, and I'm a happy camper til the homey beat his bootch down for no reason with the Zenith hammer Thangs started gettin sloppy, dude started rollin over Niggaz started steppin on dope and stretchin the crack synthetic yola Turf got hot hella heads got shot on dead body soil Po'-po's on that ass like hot baby oil Play your cards right son everybody can have cash but you gotta get in and out if you expect 'em to last Base Chorus [E-40 over Chorus] 1: Uhh.. pimps and players 2: For sharing your game with me 3: All the hustlers 4: fo' showin me yo' life on the streets 5: And I KNOW .. that'll I never.. 6: forget you, that's real 7: Sprinkle me mayne 8: Lace me mayne *: Lace me mayne.. [E-40] I was sprinkled at a young age Laced down with Trump tight, taught by the best Some of them still livin, some of them done been put to rest but I was blessed, and luckily I made it out but I must confess, I wouldn'ta made it without the big timers, the top-hats, the tycoons The street hustlers, the pistol packin Daniel Boone's that put it down and paved the way, for me to say the things I say, and I'm proud to be straight from the Yay To U.K.(?) I spits this big time talkin shit all day Nationwide, from where I stay to where you stay B like the Savage beast, keep yo' game creased Stick to the rules and don't be sellin out to no police I always paid attention when the game was preached Had all the street slang and the latest speech And now I'm makin more mail than a oil well Up all night tryin to get my money orders right Base Chorus [E-40 over Chorus] 1: Uh, uh.. pimps and players (pimps and players) 2: For sharing your GAME with me 3: All the hustlers 4: C'mon (c'mon) fo' showin me yo' life on the streets 5: And I KNOW .. that'll I never.. 6: forget you, that's so damn real 7: Sprinkle me mayne 8: Sprinkle me mayne *: Suga, sprinkle me gal *: Suga.. c'mon uh, sprinkle me gal [Suga T] It started from my momma (yo' MOMMA?) Hard headed and all She said, "Only the strong survive, Suga STAY STRONG" Seein a bunch of fools, that used to ride smob, stay jobbin knew they was raw without a pot to piss in Used to drive through the turf in them candy paint Benzes I've run all this game that the hustlers pop Spittin enough game to keep a notch on the jock Now the game's the same, but the players changed Ain't nothin but a thang, keep it real mayne Timer timer (timer timer) Uhh, yeah, that's my nogga - sprinkle thee Paper chasin steady flowin to the dome It ain't no place like home, oooh oooh Pay my respects and give my contributions to all the soldiers on the streets and in the institutions Base Chorus [E-40 over Chorus] {Suga T over Chorus} 1: Insti-TUTIONS {I wanna thank you, pimps and players} that's right 2: FO' ShaRIn yo' GaME wiTh ME 3: Uhh {yeahhh.. ooh ooh ooh} all the hustlers 4: That's so damn real 5: And I KNOW .. that'll I never.. 6: {forget you} forget you 7: Lace me mayne, sprinkle me mayne {and that's real} 8: C'mon, sprinkle me mayne {yeah} that's right *: Lace me mayne.. {sprinkle thee} Base Chorus [E-40 over Chorus] That right? Forty-water, from the C-L-I-C-K with my sista Suga T Lettin y'all know how we do it up in the Yay 7-0-7 4-1-5 1-0 That's the car(?) I roll with And it goes for all the hustlers nationwide Pimpin players, for tyin my shoes and lacin me up |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
You try compromisin, nope - they don't wanna talk And they got them nuts that's off that Acapulco powdered chalk So he untouchable - oh he can be touched?? Well where he stay at then - he stay by such and such?? Well since we got altercations with these so-called knuckleheads we gon' play for dooms And I assume we get radar on fool in dem livin rooms Bet - motherfucker ain't fin' ta be runnin around here drippin sweat Havin hot flashes and shit over these fulla bitch-made and a half-ass dicks You ripped? Let's take it to 'em sick Hit all they spots at once - pour it on 'em thick Who got the suey chops?? They in my folks garage Well where he at?? He at the TravelLodge - BEEP THAT NIGGA! Tell him to get here right now quick now it's gon' be some shit Tell him to bring enough ammunition to blow up a ship Bullshit ain't nothin this here been goin on just a little bit too long Plus I got a family and kids to raise and I plan on seein 'em get grown Get straight to the root of the problem Get rid of the source that's what what Get rid of the big cheese and the majority of these niggaz gon' back the fuck up Somebody gon' mind somethin, time to validate my respection Hit the corner dumpin, in the big-ass (??) stationwagon CATCH THEM BITCH-ASS!! That's what I told my driver man while I was tryin to get him to get in a position so that I could open fire FUCK A SKI MASK!! Unpolished fish grease LET THE FULLY BLAST!! May he rest in piss Miss smash up outta there I brought them boys, but I shoulda brought it like a concert Fool's still alive, John Murell(?) Trauma Center, Concord Shoulda doused him, shouldn'ta never found him Shoulda handled biz, but for now, it is what it izzzzz.. It is what it izzzzzz.. It is what it izzzzzz.. It is what it izzzzzz.. [Kaveo] Aight, ay dude, this all I wanna know What's wrong with this sad to be glad-ass noggas? Don't they know that fools is laced with assassin skills? Kill at will, gonna put your hat on the rack for a cool mill'? (Awww it's gon' get done) but now the heat has been spared How we gon' get him out of intensive care and put him under the wing of a pall-bear? [E-40] One of my potnahs got a plug on some silencers, he knows some agents He used dem (??) (??) shot on several different occasions What that mean his family gon' boo-hoo when I smash that card Better stay on a nigga brain give a FUCK ABOUT A DIE-HARD! I know this one botch with a big-ass crotch by the name of Connie She works in ICU and she dates this nigga named Mitchski Ronnie Have nab him at the hospital, THAT'LL WORK Paid a nurse to pull the plug on the LIFE SUPPORT Risky business but it's organized class and the shit sound sharp but if we fuck around and make it look too obvious the broad might her lose her job Tough luck that shit no better than fuckin for ME NOW I gots no toilet paper feelings for her anyhow The shit is crampin my livin style, floatin from telly to telly Conspiracy murder plots phone conversations overheard by fedarale I'm guessin fool musta passed away, tragic losses On the wall they got my picture at the post office After travellin bouncin back and forth to different states they finally caught me up in Kansas City at a barbecue spot called Gates Do the crime do the time - it ain't for no bitch and as long as a nigga twerkin in the kitchen, he ain't trippin I'll be up in that bitch makin spreads, drinkin Pruno Cocoa and coffee Cadillacs, jumpin jacks Takin flicks, shootin kites, makin wishes Fuck around and get mad on the strength of con-ju-gal vi-sits Flip the weight pile, hit my fee-vee(?) Keep my shank close by me when I'm slee-py Shouldn'ta caught me, shouldn'ta never found me Shoulda handled biz, but it's too late, it is what it izzzzz.. It is what it izzzzzz.. It is what it izzzzzz.. It is what it izzzzzz.. [Kaveo] Oh, ohh I see It is what it was, and what it was is just what's been taught Handle biz when it's to be done, and I mean rip you dig? Cause ain't no sense in savin leftovers That's yesterday's thing, roll with the right now and everything gon' be is, what it izzzzzz.. |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
[E-40]
It is what it izzzzzz.. It is what it izzzzzz.. We try compromisin, nope - they don't wanna talk And they got them youngsters off that Acapulco powdered chalk So he untouchable - or he can be touched?? Well where he stay at then - he stay by such and such?? Well since we got altercations with these so-called knuckleheads we gon' play for dooms And I assume we get radar on fool in dem livin rooms Bet - motherfucker ain't fin' ta be runnin around here drippin sweat Havin hot flashes and shit over these fulla bitch-made and a half-ass dicks You ripped? Let's take it to 'em sick Hit all they spots at once - pour it on 'em thick Who got the suey chops?? They in my folks garage Well where he at?? He at the TravelLodge - BEEP THAT NIGGA! Tell him to get here right now quick now it's gon' be some shit Tell him to bring enough ammunition to blow up a ship Bullshit ain't nothin this here been goin on just a little bit too long Plus I got a family and kids to raise and I plan on seein 'em get grown Get straight to the root of the problem Get rid of the source that's what what Get rid of the big cheese and the majority of these niggaz gon' back the fuck up Somebody gon' mind somethin, time to validate my respects, and hit the corner dumpin, in a big ass primered stationwagon CATCH HIS BITCH-ASS!! That's what I told my driver meanwhile I was tryin to get into a good enough position so that I could open fire FUCK A SKI MASK!! I'm hot as fish grease LET THE FULLY BLAST!! May he rest in piss Miss smash up outta there I brought the noise , but I shoulda brought it like a concert Fool's still alive, John Muir Trauma Center, Concord Shoulda doused him, shouldn'ta never found him Shoulda handled biz, but for now, it is what it izzzzz.. It is what it izzzzzz.. It is what it izzzzzz.. It is what it izzzzzz.. [Kaveo] Aight, ay dude, this all I wanna know What's wrong with this sad to be glad-ass noggas? Don't they know that fools is laced with assassin skills? Kill at will, gonna put your hat on the rack for a cool mill'? (Awww it's gon' get done) but now the heat has been spared How we gon' get him out of intensive care and put him under the wing of a pall-bear? [E-40] One of my potnahs got a plug on some silencers, he knows some agents He used dem (??) (??) shot on several different occasions What that mean his family gon' boo-hoo when I smash that card Put a stain on a nigga brain give a FUCK ABOUT A DIE-HARD! I know this one botch with a big-ass crutch by the name of Connie She works in IC unit and she dates this nigga named Mexican Ronnie Have nab him at the hospital, THAT'LL WORK Paid a nurse to pull the plug on the LIFE SUPPORT Risky business but it's organized class and the shit sound sharp but if we fuck around and make it look too obvious the broad might her lose her job Tough luck that shit no better than fuckin for ME NOW I gots no toilet paper feelings for her anyhow The shit is crampin my livin style, floatin from telly to telly Conspiracy murder plots phone conversations overheard by fedarale I'm guessin fool musta passed away, tragic losses On the wall they got my picture at the post office After travellin bouncin back and forth to different states they finally caught me up in Kansas City at a barbecue spot called Gates Do the crime do the time - it ain't for no bitch and as long as a nigga twerkin in the kitchen, he ain't trippin I'll be up in that bitch makin spreads, drinkin Pruno Cocoa and coffee Cadillacs, jumpin jacks Takin flicks, shootin kites, makin wishes Fuck around and get mad on the strength of con-ju-gal vi-sits Flip the weight pile, hit my fee-vee(?) Keep my shank close by me when I'm sleep'in Shouldn'ta caught me, shouldn'ta never found me Shoulda handled biz, but it's too late, it is what it izzzzz.. It is what it izzzzzz.. It is what it izzzzzz.. It is what it izzzzzz.. [Kaveo] Oh, ohh I see It is what it was, and what it was is just what's been taught Handle biz when it's to be done, and I mean rip you dig? Cause ain't no sense in savin leftovers That's yesterday's thing, roll with the right now and everything gon' be is, what it izzzzzz.. |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
[D-Shot]
Ay 40 mayne I seen one of yo' hoes last night mayne, she was just uhh.. (mm-hmm) she was tryin to give that ass away for free mayne! Whatchu gon' do? (Aight, I'ma tell you like this) [E-40] It's like dis Just point out the target and I'll bet some cash I can't miss This nigga done started cause I got some ass from his bitch More broken than hearted, fool on the HILL over this but I'm just as retarded, I act a FOOL UP IN THIS BITCH The reason why she departed, cause she was tired of gettin dissed Dotted and darted all in her eyes like this But that ain't my business, I keep my game universal and leave that ol' (??) around shit up to them squares like Urkel It's too many lobsters up in the ocean, big pimps but not enough mobsters breakin them in, big pimps Tellin 40 done taught us how to beginnnnnn Pull a bitch off the streets and real her innnnnnn to my sable, but e'rybody ain't able Now she's a call girl, dancin on the table Sound like somethin Icerberg Slim woulda said (tell me) The bigger the pimp (the bigger) the longer the bread (the longer) Chorus: Eboni Foster, (E-40) Keep pimpin (40-Water) keep pimpin.. Keep pimpin, keep pimpin (the bigger the pimp, the longer the bread) Keep pimpin (40-Water) keep pimpin (yes your honor) Keep pimpin, keep pimpin (the bigger the pimp, the longer the bread) [E-40] She looked at her reflection in the mirror (in the mirror) Told herself, [Eboni Foster] "From this day here ain't NAR a nigga pumpin fear Took all I can, but I can't take no mo', enough Yesternight I got my ass slapped up kinda tough Got me lookin like a rainbow (a rainbow) Black eyes, aches and pains, bruises purple and yellow But I forgive and forget cause it's all gravy (that's right) I used to fuck for free but now I'm gettin money lately" [E-40] Big-ass dookie mayne, big-ass breasts but the bitch got more miles on her, than Southwest You can HAVE that hoe mayne, but nigga please is that any kind of broad you want to make yo' main squeeze? The mental, be timin and thinkin hairy All kind of cracks and crevice Makin cranny, man the bitch don't even wear no panties Sound like somethin Dolemite woulda said The bigger the pimpin, the longer the bread, beotch! Chorus [E-40] I take seven switch-a-bitches put 'em in a line Put 'em on the hoe stroll and make 'em work for mine Take a mud duck, turn her into gold Make her sell her ass up in the North Pole From Lebanon, to Yugoslavia From Petersberg, to Nova Scot-ia I got niggaz in 'Sace suits, trickin big Timers in 'gator boots, givin in Justice, corporate executives Athletes, cause they respect a bitch Man you'd be surprised how many niggaz love to pay for pussy Niggaz cheat on they wives and jack up all they fuckin money man I be givin my hoes, bonuses and benefits Boat cruises and Kamal outfits Latex to keep their health a good Checkups at Planned Parenthood (that's it) Best run witcha pimp, yes your honor Practice your profession keep your head above water Sound like somethin Felix Mitchell woulda said The bigger the pimpin, the longer the bread, BEOTCH! Chorus [E-40] BEOTCH! C'mon [Eboni Foster] Do do dooo, do do dooo Do do dooo do, do do dooo (pimp) Anything (that's right) that you want me to (BEOTCH) Anything, that you want me to do (The bigger the pimp, the longer the bread) Anything yeah, that you want me to.. I'll do it {*fades out*} |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
I'd like to thank the mack god for all tha playa prophets that he sent
I'd like to thank him for Donald Going and Iceberg Slim for dottin their I's and crossin their T's, poppin their P's, and flexin their G's I'd like to thank the mack god for all the playa prophets that he sent before me and 40 water For the mack I chose 40 water To come into the world and change and rearrange To lace the suckers and the anti playa He came in the middle of the Atlantic ocean, on the glad sandwich bag and floated ashore And as soon as he hit the shore, he balanced the game He said that nine-tenths of his law was possession And that nine-tenths of his game was position And that everything was done on the approach The mack god said that he would send an extraordinary one On the side of 40 water and he won't just be a playa He will be an extraordinary playa Now we gonna turn the mack book from page 211 to chapter 187 And it talks about how they had a kangaroo court for the playas And how dem suckas is out there with trumped up charged on E-40 Well, if you wanna judge the 40 water, bring him before 12 G's And open his files And you will see that he has been true with a capital T since he was knee high to a grasshopper That the mack god said that in the year 1555, that there was a great explosion and some of the playas inhaled some fumes pertaining additives, preservatives and artificial flavors The mack god refers to them as suckas And he said that he would send one that would come from one That was despised and rejected And that he would send this extraordinary one in the world And when he come, he would come with ten commandments And the commandments would be: Thou shall not snitch Thou shall not infiltrate Thou shall not perpetrate Thou shall not playa hate Thou shall not hold trust Thou shall not hold say Thou shall not pay a trick Thou shall not disrespect the game Thou shall not be broke And thou shall not be without their thang The mack god said that just because you meet a hoe And she wears a jersey that say champion and eat a bowl of wheaties Don't make her a winner Will she sell her hips, her lips and her fingertips Will you tear down doors And knock out CO's Can you go the distance Will you be the one with the checkered flag in your hand Yeah, cuz I will be the winner |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
Righteous people be knowin what I be doin is protect my peoples
million dollar spot Uhh, that's right, uhh, my million dollar spot My million dollar spot (beyatch) my million dollar spot My million dollar spot, on the block bring it hot (beyatch) On the spot, my million dollar spot, uhh Verse One: E-40 Major loot, seriously niggaz don't wanna dispute Mysteriously a nigga die, when you play this game and ain't know the time I suck the life out your ass by pushin mute Shit can get stanky like a poot (like a poot) I got dog poop crank yes I pollute Leave the whole block fully unrecouped I'm like a record company, givin out advancements Get my money back, by any circumstances My million dollar spot, not to mention Drive through service, Church's chicken A bu-a-bucket full of acid by the do' Just in case I gotta throw away my yole Bars around the house, bars around the window Dope around the corner, broken down Pinto You can tell who got the mail who got the biggest chops My million dollar spot... beyatch! Chorus: 2Pac (with singing in background) I can take a chance, I could live in cans Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot Haha, my million dollar spot bigger I can take a chance, I could live in cans Get my motherfuckin cash on You know how we do it out here in California, beatch! Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot Verse Two: 2Pac It was, more than just a dream for me To be the King it seems I need a killer team to get the green for me Hit the scene clean in my Chevy, now I'm ready for trouble Count my rocks, set up shop, collect my fetti and bubble Faded visions of me as a timer though marijuana clouds my vision I'm still watch for drama, ha-ha They got me crossed tryin to be the boss, no one can stop us Niggaz dream of six figures, handle our business in choppers Feds can't comprehend my ghetto slang, so I evade and plot and plan a life of better thangs, all about my chedder main Help me if I fall, can I ball for life A half a key in my drawers, bein cautious like I wanna rise keep my eyes open Witness motherfuckers die with they eyes open, my niggaz rise smokin any busta bitch tryin to stop my wish To have a million dollar spot gettin riches, nigga Chorus: 2Pac (singing in background) I can take a chance, I could live in cans In my million dollar spot Bring it on the block, million dollar spot Get your money nigga! Fuck the cops, in my million dollar spot I can take a chance, I could live in cans We got rocks, coke and hops, in my million dollar spot Gimme all your motherfuckin money all money good money Bring it on the block, million dollar spot Hear me, get money nigga! Verse Three: B-Legit Nuttin but the motherfuckin hog in me Hit the Hillside trapped with thirty-six O-Z's Serve nothin but doves, no twat no love Now nigga don't make me get these burner gloves I got the whole block jumpin like the Mardi Gras Nothin but a dope fiend party y'all I'm lovin this game, it's my favorite sport Come short get burnt with the Newport I'm in the four-oh, and 'Pac came to see me Smobbin in a nine-six drop rose Bentley, shit be caution for these niggaz on the ocean A sip of the potion now your nigga be in motion Bossin hopin fede-ral thieves don't raid Catch me with a glock and a box of grenades I'm tryin to get paid, all about my lucci Now bitch put this motherfuckin key in your coochie Outro: E-40 Motherfuckers hoe hard! Ya understand that? Motherfuckers hoe hard! We got shit jumpin off on every spot We got crank methamphetamines Dope for ass to get yo' cash, motherfucker We got big pimpin, ya understand We got solicitin, ya know We got all kind of shit, prostitution It don't stop Motherfucker tryin to just get his cash on the motherfuckin million dollar spot, BEYATCH! I can take a chance, I could live in cans That's right, my million dollar spot Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot Uhh, for ya knot, my million dollar spot I can take a chance, I could live in cans My million dollar spot, my million dollar spot Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot Righteous people know what I be doin be protectin my peoples million dollar spot, my million dollar spot BEYATCH! |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
Righteous people be knowin
what I be doin is protect my peoples million dollar spot Uhh, that's right, uhh, my million dollar spot My million dollar spot (beyatch) my million dollar spot My million dollar spot, on the block bring it hot (beyatch) On the spot, my million dollar spot, uhh Major loot, seriously niggaz don't wanna dispute Mysteriously a nigga die, when you play this game and ain't know the time I suck the life out your ass by pushin mute Shit can get stanky like a poot (like a poot) I got dog poop crank yes I pollute Leave the whole block fully unrecouped I'm like a record company, givin out advancements Get my money back, by any circumstances My million dollar spot, not to mention Drive through service, Church's chicken A bu-a-bucket full of acid by the do' Just in case I gotta throw away my yole Bars around the house, bars around the window Dope around the corner, broken down Pinto You can tell who got the mail who got the biggest chops My million dollar spot... beyatch! I can take a chance, I could live in cans Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot (Haha, my million dollar spot bigger) I can take a chance, I could live in cans (Get my motherfuckin cash on) (You know how we do it out here in California, beatch!) Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot It was, more than just a dream for me To be the King it seems I need a killer team to get the green for me Hit the scene clean in my Chevy, now I'm ready for trouble Count my rocks, set up shop, collect my fetti and bubble Faded visions of me as a timer though marijuana clouds my vision I'm still watch for drama, ha-ha They got me crossed tryin to be the boss, no one can stop us Niggaz dream of six figures, handle our business in choppers Feds can't comprehend my ghetto slang, so I evade and plot and plan a life of better thangs, all about my chedder main Help me if I fall, can I ball for life A half a key in my drawers, bein cautious like I wanna rise keep my eyes open Witness motherfuckers die with they eyes open, my niggaz rise smokin any busta bitch tryin to stop my wish To have a million dollar spot gettin riches, nigga I can take a chance, I could live in cans Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot (Haha, my million dollar spot bigger) I can take a chance, I could live in cans (Get my motherfuckin cash on) (You know how we do it out here in California, beatch!) Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot Nuttin but the motherfuckin hog in me Hit the Hillside trapped with thirty-six O-Z's Serve nothin but doves, no twat no love Now nigga don't make me get these burner gloves I got the whole block jumpin like the Mardi Gras Nothin but a dope fiend party y'all I'm lovin this game, it's my favorite sport Come short get burnt with the Newport I'm in the four-oh, and 'Pac came to see me Smobbin in a nine-six drop rose Bentley, shit be caution for these niggaz on the ocean A sip of the potion now your nigga be in motion Bossin hopin fede-ral thieves don't raid Catch me with a glock and a box of grenades I'm tryin to get paid, all about my lucci Now bitch put this motherfuckin key in your coochie I can take a chance, I could live in cans Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot (Haha, my million dollar spot bigger) I can take a chance, I could live in cans (Get my motherfuckin cash on) (You know how we do it out here in California, beatch!) Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
Step right up!
From the East to the West, from the North to the South Sign up right'ere, your scheduled membership to the drinkin club Uhh... They got you soaked (that's right) I see your cup up (drink it to em) Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinking club E-40 in the C-L-I-C, Stuck up in the house, party top celebrity Burpin and gurpin, gelchin the bourbon, lurkin around I'm seein all kinda broads, from outta town Uhh, top hots, tycoons, big cheeses Plus the perpetual jahahnjawel priestess Homies and lurkers and things like that up under the vertical shade Rovers in lamborghinis swimming pink bikinis, lingerie Tryin to knock her big ass by all bus lights on Fridays If you're not a member of my drinking club, sideways What kind of motherfuckin perculatoins you niggaz got up in the refridgerator? Who wanna join my drinkin club, sign up the legislature Might not know how to read and write but I do know how to count money You can call me Lieutenant Fuck a Hoe but all the ruskie runny You can dip but don't screw up, speakers on sub Beat your ass, my drinking club They got you soaked (that's right) I see your cup up (drink it to em) Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinking club They got you soaked (that's right) I see your cup up (drink it to em) Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinking club I got you perved on some of the righteous, who's the tightest I'm down with pipes fifth and gallons of the finest nitrous Oh girl now pass the joint to the nigga big head Where I hear about your scheamin but the rotations I don't jinn Who dog sin? Big fin is what I'm rollin You know how I do, I got bunny boo boo grippin and totin Fools be pimpin, we guaranteed to have you spittin Bobcat tight, while I'm pullin secure out my linen I'm nothin but a baller, alkaholic bitches pop my collar Tearin down pussy walls in your motherfuckin daughter M-O-S, S-I-E M-U-G, and K-I-V Always to' with E-4-0 Hit the air like cubes by a liquor store Motherfuckers better know, we gets down like that Straighten up, beer mugs, my drinkin cup bitch! They got you soaked (that's right) I see your cup up (drink it to em) Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinking club They got you soaked (that's right) I see your cup up (drink it to em) Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinking club So damn deep, I can't call it I guess I'm just an alkaholic Huh, dagnabbit, doggonit Ya Hillside hillbilly vomit Back and forth to the bathroom constantly All the actors gather up, and watch me Get super twisted highly afflicted every day a cherry Go on my body and throw up on the bartender Pull out a wad of money, ballers up to par Treat the whole party, by buyin up the bar Sharp pain and orange juice got my moose up Stainless artichokes, tequila poppes, Medusas Better prepare myself for the upset stomach, ohhh Stop by the M.P. on the way home and pick up a bottle of Pepto-Bismol Step right up now last call for alcohol Get your hurricane gorilla member here ya monsters That's right, cause when we and my motherfuckin entourage get together and we come back from a motherfuckin concert and the afterpaty jumpin off, I wanna see ID's, we got video cameras We checkin all you bastards under 21 or under 18 or whatever however Ya understand that? You better have your membership card if you wanna come join my motherfuckin drinkin club, understand that bitch? It's the drinkin club, we gets to' back main Once you drink with us, you won't be the same The drinkin club, we can't slow down main We're gonna drink you all, we got a monster pit That's right I wanna get high, I wanna get loaded and tuck, throw up, and drink again It's the drinkin club, we gets to' back main Once you drink with us, you won't be the same The drinkin club, we can't slow down main We're gonna drink you all, we got a monster pit I wanna get high, I wanna get loaded and tuck, throw up, and drink again They got you soaked (that's right) I see your cup up (drink it to em) Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinking club They got you soaked (that's right) I see your cup up (drink it to em) Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinking club They got you soaked (that's right) I see your cup up (drink it to em) Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinking club They got you soaked (that's right) I see your cup up (drink it to em) Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinking club |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
Step right up!
From the East to the West, from the North to the South Sign up right'ere, your scheduled membership to the drinkin club Uhh... *chorus* They got you soaked (that's right) I see your cup up (drink it to em) Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinking club [E-40] E-40 in the C-L-I-C Stuck up in the house, party top celebrity Burpin and gurpin, gelchin the bourbon, lurkin around I'm seein all kinda broads, from outta town Uhh, top hots, tycoons, big cheeses Plus the perpetual jahahnjawel priestess Homies and lurkers and things like that up under the vertical shade Rovers in lamborghinis swimming pink bikinis, lingerie Tryin to knock her big ass by all bus lights on Fridays If you're not a member of my drinking club, sideways What kind of motherfuckin perculatoins you niggaz got up in the refridgerator? Who wanna join my drinkin club, sign up the legislature Might not know how to read and write but I do know how to count money You can call me Lieutenant Fuck a Hoe but all the ruskie runny You can dip but don't screw up, speakers on sub Beat your ass, my drinking club *chorus w/ variations* 2X [Young Mugzi] I got you perved on some of the righteous, who's the tightest I'm down with pipes fifth and gallons of the finest nitrous Oh girl now pass the joint to the nigga big head Where I hear about your scheamin but the rotations I don't jinn Who dog sin? Big fin is what I'm rollin You know how I do, I got bunny boo boo grippin and totin Fools be pimpin, we guaranteed to have you spittin Bobcat tight, while I'm pullin secure out my linen I'm nothin but a baller, alkaholic bitches pop my collar Tearin down pussy walls in your motherfuckin daughter M-O-S, S-I-E M-U-G, and K-I-V Always to' with E-4-0 Hit the air like cubes by a liquor store [E-40] Motherfuckers better know, we gets down like that Straighten up, beer mugs, my drinkin cup bitch! *chorus w/ variations* 2X So damn deep, I can't call it I guess I'm just an alkaholic Huh, dagnabbit, doggonit Ya Hillside hillbilly vomit Back and forth to the bathroom constantly All the actors gather up, and watch me Get super twisted highly afflicted every day a cherry Go on my body and throw up on the bartender Pull out a wad of money, ballers up to par Treat the whole party, by buyin up the bar Sharp pain and orange juice got my moose up Stainless artichokes, tequila poppes, Medusas Better prepare myself for the upset stomach, ohhh Stop by the M.P. on the way home and pick up a bottle of Pepto-Bismol Step right up now last call for alcohol Get your hurricane gorilla member here ya monsters That's right, cause when we and my motherfuckin entourage get together and we come back from a motherfuckin concert and the afterpaty jumpin off, I wanna see ID's, we got video cameras We checkin all you bastards under 21 or under 18 or whatever however Ya understand that? You better have your membership card if you wanna come join my motherfuckin drinkin club, understand that bitch? A: It's the drinkin club, we gets to' back main Once you drink with us, you won't be the same The drinkin club, we can't slow down main We're gonna drink you all, we got a monster pit That's right B: I wanna get high, I wanna get loaded and tuck, throw up, and drink again repeat A, first line of B, then chorus 5X (E-40 talking throughout) |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
It's 9 AM time for a poisima,
life at incent, sit on the toiletsump The Rossi got me smellin like I'm dead inside I'm stankin up the bathroom wit nuttin' to hide I gotta go, flush the cumode, k , threw on the same damn clothes I wore yesterday Me got some skin come down from outta town see They want to meet me half way at the Nut Tree But I'm starvin' so I'm Chargin' 15-5 for the Margerine, A-1 Yola tightly packed, 17-5 for the coochierack Strike to the spot ride witta, my nine milameter bereta The broad that be holdin' my D she love me, long as I keep dickin her down properly Sittin low in my cut not like a failure, in front of baby's house straight talkin on a cellular Bring me out a unit, a birdie, a cake, with the gypsyness before it's too late Penitentury time drastic, here she come with a Kilo in a baby basket Gotta play your cards right, game tight, can't be slippin in the 90's, damn right Outsmart the Po Pos, known to the marks as the don't knows, you gotta Outsmart the Po Pos, I wear street clothes pants be saggin', I'm not bootsee and I don't drive a dope wagon Huh, Got a grip and I don't be braggin, can't be laggin', gotta keep stackin'(yeah) I keeps me a strap in case ah, I gots to shoot a simp in his face ah, It's better to be got with then without, Jealous muthafuckas would love it if they heard that I was tweakin' out Seniors in the summertime, ralleys in the winter (yeah) Ridin' with a light skinned big booty tender Harass them muthafuckas on gold shoes, tryin' to put a stop on my revenues The Po Po I dislike em (hate em) Crooked ass cops will make you vital But you know that I know the Po Po would love for a nigga to even attempt to act black That's why you gotta Outsmart the Po Pos It's Saturday night and to the night club I got the Tanqueray,juice and the Green Bud Tacked on the freeway doin' fifty ya'll, a brand new thang lookin nifty ya'll I open the juice and then I take some swallows (yeah) And the muthafuckin Gin to the same bottle (that's right) Roll me a splift 'n put the ounce in the back I keep it the trunk right next to the Gat (what they do doe) Po Po jacked but can't fxxk with me (what you got?) an open juice bottle and a little ol' doobie (what they got to kiss?) Cops better kiss my ass for a nigga like Legitament to blast Outsmart the Po Pos, |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
Bloody murder, crime, drugs, folks smokin'Man I remember when it used to be cool to leave ya screen door openAnd let the mosquitos and the flies sneak inLook mama and them play whistleSo I'ma play tackle football with my friendsI guess them times is gone cause like a wishboneI wish I had em' back instead of watchin' brothers fiz-allCatch em' out on every track, bar, street, boulevardsSweet avenues with dead ends, neighborhoods with antensWhatever happened to the days of Little LeaguePop Warner and Boy Scouts, the Old Singing Boys ClubVoodoo to go to school not thinkin'Too busy smokin' weed, sellin' dope and drinkin'I guess we're livin' in the last daysCause in the last days the Bible speaksof AIDSPlagues, brothers killin' brothers, earthquakesYoungsters tryin' to earn stripes as a work faceI'll be a sucker if I don't pull ya ho cardI used to be soft but now I'm hardFuckin' nigga, I practice lookin' hardI got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hardMirror, mirror make the callWho's the hardest of them allI got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hardRight before I go to bedI make sure that my mirror's thereTake yo mean face off partner why ya muggin' meFools say shit, I can't help that shit's in meIt's automatic cause what's mine ain't even tookIt's my mad at the world lookI said I feel ya man, sometimes I catch myself tooMean muggin' folks that did no harm to me or my crewBut now it shouldn't have to be this wayFools say, I don't care what nobody sayThe other man got me this wayI'm fresh out the pen and out the system for yearsBeen fillin' out all kinds of applications to make a gripBut I don't know nothin' about no computer chipIt takes that to make a J-O-B in the 93But a J-O-B in 93 consists of paper rarelyJobs like the oil refineryI'd rather work in Napa at the wineryAnd then ya wonder why I'm stubbornForever lookin' hard, I been scarred*I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hardRight before I go to bedI make sure that my mirror's thereI got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hardMirror, mirror make the callWho's the hardest of them allCan't tell me shit, I come from a broken up homeEvery since I was a youth I thought that I was grownMeet me after school nigga and we can get it onYa talked about my mammy now I'm goin' upside ya domeI got a complex problem, my guard stay upI'm always on the offense side, don't test my nutsI'm not a Charles nor a Larry but I'm scaryScared that I might lose it and chop you with my piece berryI deep into my shit and it's straight like thatI be quick to clobber a motherfucker with my Flintstone batNobody likes me on my father's side of the familyThey can't stand me cause they think that I'm sellin' that candyI kid you not, all bullshit to the sideI got 20,000 niggas in my organizationNow which one of y'all niggas down to rideI gets juiced off the underground dojaYou know that Click shit, that independent shitIt makes me feel like I want toGot me a baggy full of broccoli and a crooked eye 22I feel crafty, I mean that but I feel great*Repeat
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
*Say that you got it all Love the way you players ballEveryday you're at the mall Tell me is it true or falseSay that you got it all Love the way you players ballClaimin that your mail is tall Tell me is it true or falseI put my mack hand down ain't never been asoundI was havin b-r-e-a-d way before this rap game nigga been townThought you theezy, for sheezy, niggaz 'memberEarl, Brat, and Denell dem boys from VallelAt every light it's automatic, BURN RUBBERSee my folkers in the traffic, WHASSUP ERBFollow that cab it got dope in it, uhh My potnah $hort got hoes in itI'm always hearin rappers big ballin on they songsI do that shit for real and you'll never say I'm wrongS-500 straight sittin on twenties TV in the dash pimpin hoes gettin moneyI'm Too $hort baby been down since the eightiesFor the last eight years rode around in a MercedesLexus, trucks, drop-Vette, CaddyBitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy*RepeatK-Ci $hort E-40 FonzarelliI'll probably never have long money like Ross PerilliBut shit we just want a hip Don't want the whole plateDon't put the two on the ten, don't ever perpetrateLike a lot of these fools I see on TVWith the Armani Chanel Versus VersacciWhy motherfuckers can't be broke sometimes?Sometimes it's cool to flossBut don't buy an eighty-five thousand dollar carBefore you buy a houseThey always said I couldn't rap, I just say bitchI guess the bitch, made me rich And now you wanna call me hardcoreWhile I be steppin out the shower on a marble floorI paid the IRS taxes send FedEx and faxesThis industry'll is like fuckin, fat bitchesAll work and no play, I do it everyday anyway cuz I gotta stay paid 40*RepeatWe throw parties on big-ass boats, niggaz wrap they paperUltrafied all-inclusive trips, Montego JamaicaFront row seats at the Ultimate Fights, shamrock and severinLong expensive fuh-flights, up dere in the heavensFat ass royalty checks, fat ass cribsSmokin blunts and drinkin brew on the blacony, barbecuin ribsThe more scrilla, the merrier I represent the Ya areaI walk from Foothill and Paperscourt to Sixty-Seven MacArthurTo Freddie B house to make tapes with my potnahHit Arroyo Park, we had tapes for saleGot a paper bag full of that, can't you tellit's funky, everybody nod they head like thisI said bitch, and everybody read my lipsI got rich, suckin up the game from the Oand even though a lot of rappers got the same kind of flowI survived cuz I got mo', game than themIt came straight from the prostitutes, players, and pimpsIt was my destiny, I came the same every timeSo don't question me, I transfer the game in the rhymesI'm not a freestyler, don't rap for free mainIt's Paystyle on mine, cuz I love money mainLandrovers and Toyota, LexusesSix-hundred feet twelve with them big ass motor MercedesesWe don't be savin hoes, bitches be savin usBitch disrespect me in my car, bitch best to catch the busI keep a briefcase full of game, while y'all be ear-hustlinAin't no paperback pimpin nigga, we ain't strugglin*RepeatI'm Shorty the Pimp, I come funkyAgain and again, they say when will it end?Maybe never, cause I can still spit itBut I ain't rappin for cheese, I want meal ticketsGotta start somewhere, and I'm past thatFor the right scratch, I be the last mackSo stick yaself Pretty Tony You tryin ta make a hit, but your shit sounds phony Not like AT&T but like ETYou can't be me, so would you please seeIf you can keep my name out your mouthCause you don't really know what the game's all aboutIt's bout feedin the family, not freakin in the Benz..
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
Where them naked hoes at?
E-Feezey! Too Scheezy! We off the heezy fo'scheezy baby! Off the heezy I thought you theezy!! Niggaz ain't havin no cheesy like us main! They ain't havin no raveez! Shit. Haha you know us. Where K-Ceeezi at man? Tell him sing that shit. Lace dem fools or something. Beotch! Chorus: K-Ci Say that you got it all Love the way you players ball Everyday you're at the mall Tell me is it true or false Say that you got it all Love the way you players ball Claimin that your mail is tall Tell me is it true or false Verse One: E-40, Too $hort I put my mack hand down ain't never been asound I was havin b-r-e-a-d way before this rap game nigga been town Thought you theezy, for sheezy, niggaz 'member Earl, Brat, and Denell dem boys from Vallel At every light it's automatic, BURN RUBBER See my folkers in the traffic, WHASSUP ERB Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh My potnah $hort got hoes in it I'm always hearin rappers big ballin on they songs I do that shit for real and you'll never say I'm wrong S-500 straight sittin on twenties TV in the dash pimpin hoes gettin money I'm Too $hort baby been down since the eighties For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes Lexus, trucks, drop-Vette, Caddy Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy Chorus Verse Two: E-40, Too $hort K-Ci $hort E-40 Fonzarelli I'll probably never have long money like Ross Perilli But shit we just want a hip Don't want the whole plate Don't put the two on the ten, don't ever perpetrate Like a lot of these fools I see on TV With the Armani Chanel Versus Versacci Why motherfuckers can't be broke sometimes? Sometimes it's cool to floss But don't buy an eighty-five thousand dollar car Before you buy a house They always said I couldn't rap, I just say bitch I guess the bitch, made me rich And now you wanna call me hardcore While I be steppin out the shower on a marble floor I paid the IRS taxes send FedEx and faxes This industry'll is like fuckin, fat bitches All work and no play, I do it everyday anyway cuz I gotta stay paid 40 Chorus Verse Three: E-40, Too $hort We throw parties on big-ass boats, niggaz wrap they paper Ultrafied all-inclusive trips, Montego Jamaica Front row seats at the Ultimate Fights, shamrock and severin Long expensive fuh-flights, up dere in the heavens Fat ass royalty checks, fat ass cribs Smokin blunts and drinkin brew on the blacony, barbecuin ribs The more scrilla, the merrier I represent the Ya area I walk from Foothill and Paperscourt to Sixty-Seven MacArthur To Freddie B house to make tapes with my potnah Hit Arroyo Park, we had tapes for sale Got a paper bag full of that, can't you tell it's funky, everybody nod they head like this I said bitch, and everybody read my lips I got rich, suckin up the game from the O and even though a lot of rappers got the same kind of flow I survived cuz I got mo', game than them It came straight from the prostitutes, players, and pimps It was my destiny, I came the same every time So don't question me, I transfer the game in the rhymes I'm not a freestyler, don't rap for free main It's Paystyle on mine, cuz I love money main Landrovers and Toyota, Lexuses Six-hundred feet twelve with them big ass motor Mercedeses We don't be savin hoes, bitches be savin us Bitch disrespect me in my car, bitch best to catch the bus I keep a briefcase full of game, while y'all be ear-hustlin Ain't no paperback pimpin nigga, we ain't strugglin Chorus Verse Four: Too $hort I'm Shorty the Pimp, I come funky Again and again, they say when will it end? Maybe never, cause I can still spit it But I ain't rappin for cheese, I want meal tickets Gotta start somewhere, and I'm past that For the right scratch, I be the last mack So stick yaself Pretty Tony You tryin ta make a hit, but your shit sounds phony Not like AT&T but like ET You can't be me, so would you please see If you can keep my name out your mouth Cause you don't really know what the game's all about It's bout feedin the family, not freakin in the Benz Instead of rentin, pay for that roof on your head And stop pimpin in your mind knowin you a trick Put your hustle down playa go an hit you a lick Bitch! (That's writ, Too Scheezi, Ant Banks, Forty Fonzarelli, K-Ci) Damn is that right? (That's right) |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
(Cal Luv's intro)
Yo check it out. Today we're here wit basketball star Rasheed Wallace. (Yo what up kid?) From the... what, what, what team is that you play for again? (Sshh. The Bullets man.) Yea right, right. So tell me Rasheed you know what I'm sayin, this hip-hop thang an everythang goin on, tell me, I mean, what, what's yo flavor? (Yo check it out kid, I only like real hip-hop man, the real shit. You know what I'm sayin. Redman, Wu-Tang, you know what I'm sayin. I don't fool wit the Goodie Mob's, and I especially don't fool wit them E-40's.) [E-40] Nigga what the fuck they GOOD fo? Nigga let's shoot fins You got all the bread nigga, put up yo Benz Nah-nah, can't do that - Why not? Ol skool trophy somethin I done worked too hard fo, nigga quote me yo swole bank rolls done turned to lil ol anarxins get ready to pay the price ??? pee-wee no catchin Who got change fo this brand new hundred? Staight outta welfare when I break you niggas I'm a have enough money, to buy a bare fare spend about a half a hundred thousand boost up my coins preceed to spit mo supafly than Donald Goins this game is so damn hemrigin that I be delivin these niggas don't understand my shit but they surrendurin simmerin, rememberin things that, done jumped off lyrics spit on niggas than a, a bad cough messy hoes, got my name between they teeth juss because... I'm from the WEST not the EAST graduated from the dope game phat ass wallets What's that niggas name? Rasheed Wallace!! You gon' have to learn to respect yo elders mayne I'm twomp bait nigga ain't no need for you to record hate mind ya own, or ya own gon remind you Nigga!! The Click will biatch! Chorus: Big Lurch & E-40 Record Hatin bitches! Suave game and snitches! (Learn about it bitch!) We should cease you from existance. (That's right) Niggas like that shouldn't be livin. (Mutha fucka!) Ya Record Hatin bitches (Trademark.) there's no way you could get wit this (Stick to basketball nigga!) we should cease you from existance niggas like that shouldn't be livin. (Biatch!) [E-40] Got another muthafucka on my shit list I'm a cut off his dick list I mean my hit list my rest in piss list dude that be hangin around Nas you know, gay baby nigga said some negative shit about me up in a magazine called " after watchin "New York Undercover" while I was, takin a shit Kool Keith was on the front cover that's when I that's when I spotted him that nigga AZ tried to say that I don't deserve a platinum plaque nigga I was sellin tapes out the trunk of my car when you was runnin round drinkin Simalac all up in yo fake ass videos (ok) champagne an coffin full of skrill nigga know damn well yo punk ass ain't got had no mills I'm payin full nigga an I'll have yo head where ever you at I'm straight fool nigga seem like someone shoulda been an told ya that bring the yellow tape nigga, jungle full of asphalt don't make no sense to talk that talk if a nigga ain't gon' walk that walk zip up yo lip befo' yo lip zip you up Biatch! Biatch! I gives a fuck! Biatch! It's major pain. Nigga don't know a damn thang about me. You mutha fuckas don't know nuttin bout no E-40 hoe! Monkey mouthed biatch! Biatch! *(Chorus)* Record Hatin bitches! Suave game and snitches! (Learn about it bitch!) We should cease you from existance. (That's right) Niggas like that shouldn't be livin. (Shouldn't be livin.) Ya Record Hatin bitches! (Record Hatin bitches!) there's no way you could get wit this (Uh.) We should cease you from existance (V-Town bitch!) Niggas like that shouldn't be livin. (E'ry time) [E-40] When I first started off niggas had me fucked, muthafuckas was blind in '89 that ol "Mr. Flamboyant" shit was way ahead of his time had everyone an they great grandmas off that Carlos Rossi wine was in a major label an business that uh didn't want us to shine it was me an my potna from Suave House Records Tony Draper, E-40, an The Click 8-Ball, an MJG gettin that independent paper all about my ruh-uh-rap, uh-should I shine beat a muthafucka uh-duh-down, e'ry time 40 get yo marbles man, get yo change take a limosuine everywhere you go and fly private planes that's what I was taught to do by my big homie thou you can always be a nigga, but a nigga ain't rich til he can't count his money no mo' over night sensation, never me all you "Record Haters" got Ph.IV my niggas 3X Krazy laced me taught me how to say "fa sheezy" told me that them AZ muthafuckas don't believe phat means greasy we can shoot it out, or we can fight You an Rasheeda wanna squash the funk? Shoot me some peace bitch! *(Chorus)* Record Hatin bitches! (Record hatin bitches!) Suave game and snitches! (Suave game and snitches!) We should cease you from existance. (That's rich.) Niggas like that shouldn't be livin. (Suck-els!) Ya Record Hatin bitches (Lil ol, biatch!) There's no way you could get wit this (That's right.) We should cease you from existance (Learn about it.) Niggas like that shouldn't be livin. (That's right.) |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
Yo check it out. Today we're here wit basketball star Rasheed Wallace. (Yo what up kid?) From the... what, what, what team is that you play for again? (Sshh. The Bullets man.) Yea right, right. So tell me Rasheed you know what I'm sayin, this hip-hop thang an everythang goin on, tell me, I mean, what, what's yo flavor? (Yo check it out kid, I only like real hip-hop man, the real shit. You know what I'm sayin. Redman, Wu-Tang, you know what I'm sayin. I don't fool wit the Goodie Mob's, and I especially don't fool wit them E-40's.) Verse 1 Nigga what the fuck they hit fo? Nigga let's shoot fins you got all the bread nigga put up yo Benz nah-nah, can't do that Why not? Ol skool trophy somethin I done worked too hard fo nigga quote me yo swole bank rolls done turned to lil ol anarxins get ready to pay the price ??? pee-wee no catchin Who got change fo this brand new hundred? Staight outta welfare when I break you niggas I'm a have enough money, to buy a bare fare spend about a half a hundred thousand boost up my coins preceed to spit mo supafly than Donald Goins this game is so damn hemrigin that I be delivin these niggas don't understand my shit but they surrendurin simmerin, rememberin things that, done jumped off lyrics spit on niggas than a, a bad cough messy hoes, got my name between they teeth juss because... I'm from the WEST not the EAST graduated from the dope game phat ass wallets What's that niggas name? Rasheed Wallace!! You gon' have to learn to respect yo elders mayne I'm twomp bait nigga ain't no need for you to record hate mind ya own, or ya own gon remind you Nigga!! The Click will biatch! Chorus *(Big Lurch & E-40)* Record Hatin bitches! Suave game and snitches! (Learn about it bitch!) We should cease you from existance. (That's right) Niggas like that shouldn't be livin. (Mutha fucka!) Ya Record Hatin bitches (Trademark.) there's no way you could get wit this (Stick to basketball nigga!) we should cease you from existance niggas like that shouldn't be livin. (Biatch!) Verse 2 Got another mutha fucka on my shit list I'm a cut off his dick list I mean my hit list my rest in piss list dude that be hangin around Nas you know, gay baby nigga said some negative shit about me up in a magazine called " after watchin "New York Undercover" while I was, takin a shit Kool Keith was on the front cover that's when I that's when I spotted him that nigga AZ tried to say that I don't deserve a platinum plaque nigga I was sellin tapes out the trunk of my car when you was runnin round drinkin Simalac all up in yo fake ass videos (ok) champagne an coffin full of skrill nigga know damn well yo punk ass ain't got had no mills I'm payin full nigga an I'll have yo head where ever you at I'm straight fool nigga seem like someone shoulda been an told ya that bring the yellow tape nigga jungle full of asphalt don't make no sense to talk that talk if a nigga ain't gon' walk that walk zip up yo lip befo' yo lip zip you up Biatch! Biatch! I gives a fuck! Biatch! It's major pain. Nigga don't know a damn thang about me. You mutha fuckas don't know nuttin bout no E-40 hoe! Monkey mouthed biatch! Biatch! *(Chorus)* Record Hatin bitches! Suave game and snitches! (Learn about it bitch!) We should cease you from existance. (That's right) Niggas like that shouldn't be livin. (Shouldn't be livin.) Ya Record Hatin bitches! (Record Hatin bitches!) there's no way you could get wit this (Uh.) We should cease you from existance (V-Town bitch!) Niggas like that shouldn't be livin. (E'ry time) Verse 3 When I first started off niggas had me fucked mutha fuckas was blind in '89 that ol "Mr. Flamboyant" shit was way ahead of his time had everyone an they great grandmas off that Carlos Rossi wine was in a major label an business that uh didn't want us to shine it was me an my potna from Suave House Records Tony Draper E-40, an The Click 8-Ball, an MG gettin that independent paper all about my ruh-uh-rap uh-should I shine beat a mutha fucka uh-duh-down e'ry time 40 get yo marbles man get yo change take a limosuine everywhere you go and fly private planes that's what I was taught to do by my big homie thou you can always be a nigga, but a nigga ain't rich til he can't count his money no mo' over night sensation never me all you "Record Haters" got Ph.IV my niggas 3X Krazy laced me taught me how to say "fa sheezy" told me that them AZ mutha fuckas don't believe phat means greasy we can shoot it out or we can fight You an Rasheeda wanna squash the funk? Shoot me some peace bitch! *(Chorus)* Record Hatin bitches! (Record hatin bitches!) Suave game and snitches! (Suave game and snitches!) We should cease you from existance. (That's rich.) Niggas like that shouldn't be livin. (Suck-els!) Ya Record Hatin bitches (Lil ol, biatch!) There's no way you could get wit this (That's right.) We should cease you from existance (Learn about it.) Niggas like that shouldn't be livin. (That's right.) |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
(Forty Fonzarelli's answering machine)
Aight, what's really? You hit my lifer number This Sick Wid It/Jive Records Leave your message at the beep *BEEP* Hah! Mmmhmmm. Yeah, uhh... on my pager! What you say? Oh yeah. Kick that shit then nigga! Verse One: Keek tha Sneak, E-40, Spice-1 Higher than a bird, off that herb, in the O-A-K Off on perv, parked on curb, rollin up a vay Licked it three times, laced it with the Alize About twomp a day, baby hit me frequent-lay! Sneak, and Forty, from chocolate short-ay, we been all prepared, cause my nights is no day, the broad say I last! Cause you six months But I say, she pullin a gang of major stunts Bust, bust niggaz, consequences when you're doin the do Fuck around and get caught up in a catch twenty-two In the area! Dirt and dust Where the yah! B.A. Plus But ain't yo sista Suga-T? (Suga-T) Ain't you the one that say Sprinkle Me (Sprinkle Me) I loves me some Forty-Ridah I seen you up in 2Pac's video poppin your collar I play this playa shit like Bugs Bunny Ain't no cartoon figure nigga I makes money, ain't nuttin funny If you're ever in some funk, call your potnah on the cell and leave one-eighty-seven, at the end of the number B-uh-Benzy on Washington, on the cellular phone You could tell that the Easy Bay was his home My people goin off like a high school build' And all my money in stacks, and all my pockets on swell M-uh-mobbin like a playa, but I'm still a G doe Pager goin off like C-3PO Time for the Hurricane, E said word I put a nigga on his back, fuck what you heard Chorus: repeat 2X If it's major, hit me on my pager Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it, ring my telephone, ring my telephone Verse Two: E-40, Harm I be so rebel-yalous When I'm talkin on my phone-telyalous You can have my baitch, but I maintain I chop it up as a loss and charge it to the game She said you must be playin some kind of phone tag Cause erytime I hit you, you don't hit me back Why is dat? Cause you're hella hard to get in contact with Thought you thought, was killin big girl was crackin on some crabs Six o'clock, the girl said that's my crib be at the West plus due to go, left me at home be leavin my ass up in the living room all alone And I be starvin rubbin my monkey fiendin for some Donkey Kong Now you're talkin, let's get the show on the road I know you're tired of barkin, you need to hop on my load So we can stab out, strike rock and Arroyo Park at the top of hill, so I can check your oil I said ah one to the two ah two to two three Tell me why your baby momma keep on pagin me I didn't give the hoe the number, so why does she call She says she wanna do me, and all of y'all But I'm like that nigga on The Mack, I don't want the honey I want the money some of you niggaz is funny style and meanwhile I'm sellin my piece to these tricks cause it's the paperchase laced with game, see I'm livin in the hustlers dream Call up a player if it's major Specially if it's scrilla nigga hit me on my pager Chorus Verse Three: Sneak, E-40 Rang it, baby gimme a call My name you're screamin, how I be hittin them walls You got me tinglin, how you be workin them drawers With a kiss I make em all say this, yeah that's raw I glance your cut, bass we uhh, big cheeks with a blast headin straight for the nut, big A&H got some bitches all in the cut, it's that season Drop my number to the hoe to hit me up Yo, you're nine-one-oneing me to death, what's all that fo' Got my Williams and fillin my pager and pager on the overflo' What's happenin with all that old bullshit is it really all that damn serious You're draining the hell out of my battery got your partner thinkin curious Cause in the Y-E-A A-R-E-A the game ain't constipated Buckin around in the Golden State where the game originated Fools be scandalous they used to be squares be turnin vicious Hit me on pager, hit me if it's major Chorus 2X |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
Hah! Mmmhmmm. Yeah, uhh... on my pager!
What you say? Oh yeah. Kick that shit then nigga! Verse One: Keek tha Sneak, E-40, Spice-1 Higher than a bird, off that herb, in the O-A-K Off on perv, parked on curb, rollin up a vay Licked it three times, laced it with the Alize About twomp a day, baby hit me frequent-lay! Sneak, and Forty, from chocolate short-ay, we been all prepared, cause my nights is no day, the broad say I last! Cause you six months But I say, she pullin a gang of major stunts Bust, bust niggaz, consequences when you're doin the do Fuck around and get caught up in a catch twenty-two In the area! Dirt and dust Where the yah! B.A. Plus But ain't yo sista Suga-T? (Suga-T) Ain't you the one that say Sprinkle Me (Sprinkle Me) I loves me some Forty-Ridah I seen you up in 2Pac's video poppin your collar I play this playa shit like Bugs Bunny Ain't no cartoon figure nigga I makes money, ain't nuttin funny If you're ever in some funk, call your potnah on the cell and leave one-eighty-seven, at the end of the number B-uh-Benzy on Washington, on the cellular phone You could tell that the Easy Bay was his home My people goin off like a high school build' And all my money in stacks, and all my pockets on swell M-uh-mobbin like a playa, but I'm still a G doe Pager goin off like C-3PO Time for the Hurricane, E said word I put a nigga on his back, fuck what you heard Chorus: repeat 2X If it's major, hit me on my pager Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it, ring my telephone, ring my telephone Verse Two: E-40, Harm I be so rebel-yalous When I'm talkin on my phone-telyalous You can have my baitch, but I maintain I chop it up as a loss and charge it to the game She said you must be playin some kind of phone tag Cause erytime I hit you, you don't hit me back Why is dat? Cause you're hella hard to get in contact with Thought you thought, was killin big girl was crackin on some crabs Six o'clock, the girl said that's my crib be at the West plus due to go, left me at home be leavin my ass up in the living room all alone And I be starvin rubbin my monkey fiendin for some Donkey Kong Now you're talkin, let's get the show on the road I know you're tired of barkin, you need to hop on my load So we can stab out, strike rock and Arroyo Park at the top of hill, so I can check your oil I said ah one to the two ah two to two three Tell me why your baby momma keep on pagin me I didn't give the hoe the number, so why does she call She says she wanna do me, and all of y'all But I'm like that nigga on The Mack, I don't want the honey I want the money some of you niggaz is funny style and meanwhile I'm sellin my piece to these tricks cause it's the paperchase laced with game, see I'm livin in the hustlers dream Call up a player if it's major Specially if it's scrilla nigga hit me on my pager Chorus Verse Three: Sneak, E-40 Rang it, baby gimme a call My name you're screamin, how I be hittin them walls You got me tinglin, how you be workin them drawers With a kiss I make em all say this, yeah that's raw I glance your cut, bass we uhh, big cheeks with a blast headin straight for the nut, big A&H got some bitches all in the cut, it's that season Drop my number to the hoe to hit me up Yo, you're nine-one-oneing me to death, what's all that fo' Got my Williams and fillin my pager and pager on the overflo' What's happenin with all that old bullshit is it really all that damn serious You're draining the hell out of my battery got your partner thinkin curious Cause in the Y-E-A A-R-E-A the game ain't constipated Buckin around in the Golden State where the game originated Fools be scandalous they used to be squares be turnin vicious Hit me on pager, hit me if it's major Chorus 2X |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
"You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin"
"Smebbin down the streets in my seven-oh" "You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven" I was smebbin through the park one day "Smebbin down the streets in my seven-oh" Smebbin through the park one day "You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin" I was smebbin through the park one day "Pervin like a motherfucker, swervin" Smebbin through the park one day "You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin" I was smebbin through the park one day In the very very month of May I seen three switchin bitches, that thought I had riches Started walkin towards my way Hangin out the sunroof of my Brougham Caddy-Mack Ham sandwich with the BEEZ off in the back I mah-uh-macked on one, but I slapped down two thoroughbred tenders like that, smashed out Dabbed out, bust a pattern, leave em smokin Just like Felix Mitchell and them used to do out there in Oakland Major clout without a doubt like Clarence Carter I'll be strokin Kick a bootch smooth up out my car if she get to actin like I ain't pokin Smebbin through the park one day "Smebbin down the streets in my seven-oh" I was smebbin through the park one day "You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin" Smebbin through the park one day "Pervin like a motherfucker, swervin" I was smebbin through the park one day "You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin" Say hoe, you got your E's mixed up What the fuck you mackin for huh bitch? You got your E's mixed up Always pitched a bitch, quality timer-ass bitch you best to come and do, 'posed to be down with anything I do Now first of all before you correct me I was pretty much already an established celebrity Get my keys zack me cash off Keep up in the game so heavily But youse a stubborn, why in the fuck you complain? I raised your ass bitch, brought your ass out the rain when you was in the red, without a roof overhead I helped your ass out, by puttin you in my bed Around this time last year your ass was in the dark and bitch, I'm out -- headed to the park Smebbin through the park one day "Smebbin down the streets in my seven-oh" Smebbin through the park one day "Boy you better watch me, I'm comin smebbin" I was smebbin through the park one day "Pervin like a motherfucker, swervin" I was smebbin through the park one day "You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin" Woke up in the morning on perculation Hit the homies up, made reservation What's crackin man, nigga what's cookin? I got some hoes man, nigga good lookin Walked out the house, ten thirty three Dang near forgot my epinine milli-mi It's unlawful for me to forget my pepper folks yeah all my reapers and stealers would like it for me to forget my pepper Even though y'all my peoples, off the record playboy where the alcohol and your broccoli at nigga I'm tryin to get my dick wet Where the naked hoes? Where the big booty bitches? Yvettes and Susettes I like em thick with the dookie mickers by their hand Bow legged bitches with the bigger Gaps than the Band Tell me a little bit about yourself bitch, tell me a little about your history You done fucked around and made me mad, now I'msabout to talk bad Tore up, ass, bitch, if you don't give me some head You best to smeb -- bitch! Smebbin through the park one day "Smebbin down the streets in my seven-oh" I was smebbin through the park one day "You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin" Smebbin through the park one day "Pervin like a motherfucker, swervin" I was smebbin through the park one day "You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin" "Smebbin down the streets in my seven-oh" "You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven" "You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin" "Smebbin down the streets in my seven-oh" "You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven" |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
Chorus:
Here's a little story I got to tell And this dis goes on, again and again Uh, Uh Here's a little story I got to tell And this dis goes on, again and again Uh, Uh Here's a little story I got to tell And this dis goes on, again and again Uh, Uh Here's a little story I got to tell And this dis goes on, again and again Uh, Uh Verse 1: I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel You can repent and come with god or you can know a devil You can go and get a job or you can do some federal but if I were you, I'd straighten up and do some next level I often tweek when I drive (drives) How can a small town like Vallejo have all these homicides? Man, fools be droppin like flies Maybe we do need mo brothers sellin' bean pies And it's a fool cuz everybody mama's know each other It ain't cool, but you know black folks like to act they color Wonder why all the good people get put through some many different changes of the weather And all those folks that do wrong seem like they live forever I wish I can rewind time Remember when we used to get free lunch, and the city bus used to cost a dime? Runnin around, talkin about you got the cooties Liftin up skirts, and touchin girl's booties Boy, take those shoes off before ya come up in dis house And whatever you do, don't you sit on grandmama's plastic covered couch Why is it that when all the homeys get togethor, we get back in the dayz And how come every time we get drunk somebody bring up AIDS Life is something you can’t borrow and give back Here today and gone tomorrow Just like that Pat yo rats on yo back (Patch your rats on your back) Take some time out yo waltz (Take some time out yo waltz) And tell your loved ones that you love em every so often Chorus Verse 2: Uh, Uh fetti is the key to end all your woes Contemporary crib, cash, cars and clothes But fetti cause problems like guns and spears Familys fall out and don't talk for years Like my cromey (Like my cromey) They called him big bread Ed His first cousin set him up and left his ass for dead Churches, wakes, nothing unusual, seem like every other damn day I'm buyin a brand new suit for a funeral Have yo pockets ever lost weight, and you ain't even tried Did you wonder if yo cash was on a diet See, when you're up, everybody wanna come around But when ya down, ain't nobody out there to be found If you love someone you should tell em often Ya never know when they'll be layin in a coffin Dedicated to my peoples up in jail Ya partner 40-wada gotta story to tell (a story to tell) Chorus Verse 3: You can take da ninja out da getto (the getto) But not the getto out da ninja, give me life for 3 rocks But I won't surrender Oh he's a heathen (heathen), look at the way he dress He must be dealin (dealin) how did he get that Lex Of course, if it ain't used get spokes, it's crime and coast It's all dey work Shootin shit up and actin tough, ridin around with gold n stuff It's rough How much money you earn, enough, I own my own law firm Don't need a tux, I twerks peacoats and kakis (kakis) Levis and t-shirts (Levis and t-shirts), whatever the street's works (street's works) Partner - dude, you been actin kinda funny lately since you even got a few bucks But I'm still folks, Wilson Park, 'member three flies up And this goes on, again and again Dis goes on, again and again Ain't nothin changed but the terror-tory (territory) Same time, different day, different story Chorus |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again Uh, Uh Here's a little story I got to tell And this dis goes on, again and again Uh, Uh repeat I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel You can repent and come with god or you can know a devil You can go and get a job or you can do some federal but if I were you, I'd straighten up and do some next level I often tweek when I drive (drives) How can a small town like Thelel have all these homocides Man, fools be droppin like flies Maybe we need mo brothers sellin bean pies And it's a fool cuz everybody mama's know each other It ain't cool, but you know black folks like to act they color Wonder why all the good people get put through some many different changes of the web And all those folks that do wrong seem like they live forever I wish I can rewind time Remember when we used to get free lunch, and the city bus used to cost a dime Runnin around, talkin about you got the cooties Liftin up skirts, and touchin girl's booties Boy, take those shoes off before ya come up in dis house And whatever you do, don't you sit on grandmama's plastic covered couch Why is it that when all the homeys get togethor, We get back in the dayz And I can remember a time we get drunk somebody bring up AIDS Life is something you catch ball and give back Here today and gone tomorrow Just like that Pat yo rats on yo back (Patch your rats on your back) Take some time out yo waltz (Take some time out yo waltz) And tell your love'ems that you love em as all Repeat Uh, Uh fatty is the key to end all your walls Contemporary crib, cash cards and clothes But then it cause problems like guns and spids Familys fall out and don't talk for years Like my cromey (Like my cromey) They called him big breaded His first cousin set him up and left his ass for dead Churches, wakes, nothing unusual, seem like every other damn day I'm buyin and brand new suit for funerals Have yo pockets ever lost weight, and you ain't even tried Did you wonder if yo cash was on da diet See, when you're up, everybody wanna come around But when ya down, ain't nobody out there to be found If you love someone you should tell em often Ya never know when they'll be layin in da coffin Dedicated to my peoples up in jail Ya partner 40 water gotta story to tell (a story to tell) Repeat Takin tert da ninja out da getto (the getto) But not the getto out da ninja, give me life for 3 rocks But I won't surrender Oh he's a heven (heven), nigga da way he dress He must be dealin (dealin) how did he get that Lex Of course, if it ain't used get spokes, it's crime and coast It's all dey work Shootin shit up and actin tough, ridin around with gold n stuff It's rough How much money you earn, enough, I own my own law firm Don't need a tux, I twerks picoods and kakis (kakis) Levis and t-shirts (Levis and t-shirts), whatever the street's works (street's works) Partner doutch, you been actin kinda funny lately since you even got a few bucks But I'm still folks with some pac, remember three flies up And this goes on, again and again Dis goes on, again and again Ain't nothin changed but the tad toy Same time, different day, different star Repeat |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
Ah yeah..(ah yeah)..it's real.
gonna put it down. all these little crime thangs, homeless, the world is crazy bwoy it's like this it's the way it is Heavy out there.. it's heavy. Was I really such a bad child that I deserved to get hit with boards and whooped with extension cords? did you forget that I was your creation, and all I wanted from you all was love, hope, and motivation? son, you're disrespectful and you're talking back, get out my face, kicked me out the house and wouldn't even let me plead my case. now I'm homeless and I'm freezing like the morgue, the only thing keepin me alive is the Lord needless to say it's times like this I'd rather be locked up then drinkin water out my hands and eatin out of garbage cans can I come back home, huh could I? Son, you're on your own, why should I? Things'll never change, that's just the way it is Nobody's even concerned Some things'll never change, that's just the way it is when will we ever learn? Huh. three years from now, I think I'm gon be straight, (straight) I put my name on the list for section 8 tried out for the army but I was flat footed, didn't do no harm to me, cuz I was used to it if I apply for some work, let's make a bet, I'll get the nine cuz I don't know about the internet What do you think we need to do to change about this nation? need to provide more jobs and better education nuclear weapons (puh) should be stopping crimes, already got enough to blow the world up a thousand times the birds and the bees, deadly disease, teenage pregnancies, std's Things'll never change, that's just the way it is Nobody's even concerned Some things'll never change, that's just the way it is when will we ever learn? A-wuh a wait a minute, I hear sirens Oh that's the couple down the street domestic violence either them or the little girl in 306 she's always telling everyone that she gon slice her wrists I guess that's the way it is in the life of sin where you'll prolly end up dead, or in the pen but my family ain't no better than the next my auntie brenda turned her own sister in for writing bad checks and save folks try to hit you where it hurts knowin they the biggest hypocrites in the church we need to give our minds a bath anddo some scrubbin' stop the hate and start the lovin' Things'll never change, that's just the way it is Nobody's even concerned Some things'll never change, that's just the way it is when will we ever learn? Things'll never change, that's just the way it is Nobody's even concerned Some things'll never change, that's just the way it is when will we ever learn? |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
Ah yeah..(ah yeah)..it's real.
gonna put it down. all these little crime thangs, homeless, the world is crazy bwoy it's like this it's the way it is Heavy out there.. it's heavy. Verse 1 Was I really such a bad child that I deserved to get hit with boards and whooped with extension cords? did you forget that I was your creation, and all I wanted from you all was love, hope, and motivation? son, you're disrespectful and you're talking back, get out my face, kicked me out the house and wouldn't even let me plead my case. now I'm homeless and I'm freezing like the morgue, the only thing keepin me alive is the Lord needless to say it's times like this I'd rather be locked up then drinkin water out my hands and eatin out of garbage cans can I come back home, huh could I? Son, you're on your own, why should I? Chorus Things'll never change, that's just the way it is Nobody's even concerned Some things'll never change, that's just the way it is when will we ever learn? Verse 2 Huh. three years from now, I think I'm gon be straight, (straight) I put my name on the list for section 8 tried out for the army but I was flat footed, didn't do no harm to me, cuz I was used to it if I apply for some work, let's make a bet, I'll get the nine cuz I don't know about the internet What do you think we need to do to change about this nation? need to provide more jobs and better education nuclear weapons (puh) should be stopping crimes, already got enough to blow the world up a thousand times the birds and the bees, deadly disease, teenage pregnancies, std's Chorus -ac |
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from Tq - They Never Saw Me Coming (1998)
Yeah uh mm give it to me Mmmmm yeah Yeah yeah Mm no no no no Seems like every night right before I go to sleep I say a little prayer to the Lord that he keep me I used to be the kind of nigga that didn't give a fuck about nobody The slightest little thing would make me mad Especially if it involved my money And I can't tell you 'bout the next man But I love pullin' up in big sedans Wit all my niggas in a caravan Holla if ya hear me Now I'd love to break ya, bring ya down And take you back again But that would take too much time And I gotta hit the streets again 1 - And even if the sun don't shine, I'll still be hustlin' Gotta get that money, make that money Keep it comin', if it takes all night, can't be strugglin' Somebody come help me Can ya tell me why is slangin' always on my mind? Must be buggin' I guess they figured I would quit and they could get me If they tapped my line Don't mean nothin' I'll still be hustlin' Now I hate to be the one to tell ya, but I don't mind Niggas can hate if they want to And I'm still gon' get mine Yes, I still be ridin' in a SC on dubs And I won't be seen at none of the clubs And uh, all your women would know who I was (And that you wouldn't like) And that you wouldn't like If everybody kept they mind on gettin' they skrilla Won't be no time to fuck with mine, so won't be no killin' I'll just sit back and recline, smoke this Philly And keep my fingers laced with diamonds like Big Willie But for now, catch me on Compton Avenue With a handful of hundreds and a strap or two Puttin' it down for my niggas like they told me to You need some candy, so won't you come thru Repeat 1 [E-40] Sometimes I'm suited up Sometimes I'm bummy, lookin' like a crook Hair all nappy and wild - we call it the full nuk Mashin', mobbin' and thrashin' Woopers, horns and tweeters blastin' Throbbin', hoggin' and doggin' Godzilla ballin' When it's money callin'? War-rank Just ride your runners fool Be 'bout your bank Sittin' fat like ? All about my money, duffle bags full of scratch Artillery fire arms and gats Reep my mill, cap my feddy, get my bread ? on my tail, but I'm tryin' for them, but they want me dead Cuz I made it out the game without a clue or trace Used to sell that bass Rock cavvy candy, ?????? Never had to stop, enemies on the block, they knew it (they knew it) As far as I was concerned, ? man I do it Check it out Money schemin' Prince Albert, Chocolate Philly, Glocks Garcia Vegas Black and Miles on the pack again (yes) What you know about that? TQ and E-40 Fonzarelli a.k.a. Charlie Hustle, easy Biotch!!! |
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from E-40 - Charlie Hustle/ Blueprint Of A Self-Made Millionaire (2000)
I'm in my Fubu drawers, she in her gown
Is it some cats tryin'a have at me or is it the canine and the batteram Plannin' on splittin' my crown but it ain't gone be too simple See I'm a baller, I've got bars around the windows, Rottweilers, pits, Akitas Doberman Pinchers taped up in the yard With a sign on the fence that reads Warning ? Beware of Dogs Leap like a frog if you feel froggish, nigga leap Like to neglect my dogs, starve ‘em, sometimes they don't eat Elroys questioning me about my triple beam ? officer, I got proof! Po-Po! That's for weighing nuts and fruits! Run with a whole bunch of rugged-ass rowdy knuckleheads ? know what I mean Big niggas ? the size of a football team I wear these glasses so I can look like a square but if you ever see me in a fight with a bear, don't help me, nigga help the bear! Me and my whales, we be coonin' ? but see you the type of nigga that go in the back room and Beep yo'self and act like yo' pager's boomin (B-LEGIT COMMENTARY) I'll have you know ever since I was ankle low to a centipede's toe I always wanted to flow play pro baseball Weepolization family, that's my favorite sport But instead I'm back and forth to jail and in and out of court Serious about my rock shrine I don't give a fuck how much courage juice you had, nigga yo' mug don't mean like mine - I bring the noise like a cymbal I fuck with 40 nem, make ya stick yo' pistol out the window Y'all otta see me at the state fair showin' off in front of my broad tryin'a win my little nieces One of the biggest stuffed animal prices there Nickname is Charlie but my street name is EARL! Ballaholic like Felix Mitchell newphew little Darryl I know the streets like the task force know dope I am the streets my ghetto pass can't be revoked Ten percent I pay my tithe forgive me for my sins Smoke a ounce a weed a day maybe that's why I ain't got no wind (B-LEGIT COMMENTARY) You can call me Lawry's cause I'm seasoned I eat crevey ? but not when it's bleedin' Don't get me wrong I love sex but I don't play that part I love Virginia ? but not when the Virginia's tart And if it's good then I might Dolce & Gabbana it Gave yo' ass some bread and let you go buy up some shit Callin' yo'self takin' advantage of my riches I'm tryin'a be nice to yo' ass, I normally talk bad about you bitches Inducted into the hall of game back in the via Notorious for slappin' chicken heads upside they weava wit my nokia Mayday mayday I can't call it all patrol cars and units be on the lookout for the hillside finagler forty water the ballaholic I'd rather fly than ride Amtrak! When I'm in Dallas I fuck with C-Bo and Go Hard Black Maka opera singer want to write some raps I'm papered uuup! (like who?) Like a fax (B-LEGIT COMMENTARY) If you's a ballaholic…you's a baller. |
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from E-40 - Charlie Hustle/ Blueprint Of A Self-Made Millionaire (2000)
[E-40]
Freak nasty super bad, earring in her tongue Smell good, Prada bag, angel perfume cologne I'm tryin to have me that, lipstick by Mac Make like a car accident, hit her from the back My fetti might be salty but my game ain't damp, see I be hood(?) but the only cheese I ever had, was from the goods and man that was divided among (?) brothers and sisters Raised without a dad Basically we was supposed to be have to make good but what we hadn't (?) get the gat from one of my (?) on the tough, Uncle Bruce(?) Hustle in my veins and lungs, sucker pump Chickenheads squash through my hood, with good intentions but always end up sparkin antennas on bus benches Watchu know, whatchu say, what's the sco'? Is it a go? Then you with me after the show You smell? We hit the hotel, and knock boots Taught me some thangs, like who? Like Dr. Ruth HEY!! (HEY!!) HOE!! (HOE!!) All up in the kitchen on the flo', feel the mantra Chorus: repeat 2X {sung} Do what you do good, cause you know what you know good Do what you do good, cause you know what you know good [Do what you know good] [E-40] Uhh, rappers sport my style like they sport clothes then have the nerve to say they made it up, now that's some hoes That ain't no stickin to the rules and regulationship That ain't no man if he can't admit he grew up on The Click On the East they got hot dogs and pretzel stands On the West they got tacos and burrito vans In the South, it's (??) and briscuit What about the Midwest? The midwest, dey just love to kick it! Top shelf, ghetto tycoon the area sponsor Can't be seen, like Bigfoot, and the Loch Ness Monster Dialin for dollars paper route and money counters Scrilla scratchin paper chasin poppin collars Chorus [singer] Do what I know good I kick it in the hood real good Smoke real fat big blunts Sticky-ickies to the lil' krunks Thirty-one double-eight-seven, that's nine-eleven Act like you're livin [E-40] I ain't no Captain At the bar, signin autographs on napkins Ball til we have it all - bartender talkin about "Last call for alcohol!" I'm bout to get to, mashin on that (??) if we don't get no mo' (??) throw glasses at that Moesha fag and I'm walkin up out the do', step stuck and stutterin Didn't even screw up and hit the floor If I woulda fell, it woulda been embarassing Full of that there liquor, walked into a closet But I'm a king size nigga, baby pull my coattail! And just.. Chorus |
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from E-40 - Charlie Hustle/ Blueprint Of A Self-Made Millionaire (2000)
Chorus: D-Shot, E-40
We gangsterous, we gangsterous (gangsterous) We gangsterous, we gangsterous (gangsterous) We gangsterous, we gangsterous (gangsterous) We gangsterous, we gangsterous (gangsterous) (D-Shot) Well let me start again with a stiff chin, go 'head and take one I just begun, to break yo' ass off a lump sum with double (??), I got a (??) in the garage And ready to mob, so get the fuck up out of Dodge before I trip, and slap yo' ass with this new grip One slip of the tongue'll get your monkey ass hung Two lungs is what it takes to inhale the dank and one cap is all it takes to put you in the paint (The Mossie) So beware, to stare, in the glare, of this infrared You dread the day we pull out the glock display One way, is what your headed down, we got the pound So bow down, and give me the ball because we on the mound Pitchin heat, finsta treat you to this gangster shit Break a bitch, hog niggaz take a shit Pitchin heat, finsta treat you to this gangster shit Break a bitch, hog niggaz take a shit Chorus (E-40) Wha-da-da-dey, wha-da-da-da-dang Hustlin on the thirteen-hundred block slangin 'caine Call (??) bitch (??) (??) (??) with walkie-talkies and po-po scanners on the lookout for the pigs I make long bread, I brought big cars Everybody know the hustle, it's like I'm a movie star but in the middle of the night, out the mouth they foam Jumpers be knockin on my bedroom window with they cats with they friendly spook on talkin about "Can I borrow some fetti? Loan me a dimepiece til the first" and I be like, you mean to tell me yo' uppity ass ain't got no money in yo' purse? "Nah but I got a Bic" A Bic? Some dopefiend matches, a little bit of that and she'll suck yo' dick She's a bootch, she fat, she out there bad I promise you somethin proper Lil' Diva, the devil pleaser The neighborhood head doctor, I give a FUCK about a chickenhead cluck I'm tryin to get papered up, I'm gangsterous Chorus (The Mossie) We import chickens from the Japanese Drop 'em off to the young homies If they come up short, we breakin knees, spines and spleens Killers on the team greated at the age of thirteen By all means makes niggaz buy cream from us Triple beam dreams is a motherfuckin must We slide through in a tough, black Expedition truck If a nigga cross game they get ripped and bucked (D-Shot) Buck 'em up, lay 'em down nigga, we for the figures If your money bigger, we got yo' head behind the trigger Cough it up nigga, we want the combo to the safe Give it up nigga, before I catch a murder case (The Mossie) (??) it up nigga, ain't no survivors so realize it A half a ki, in the trunk is all mine, so penalize it I hit the block, serve a flock of that, good white girl Bust 'em down, bag 'em up and serve the whole damn world |
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from E-40 - Charlie Hustle/ Blueprint Of A Self-Made Millionaire (2000)
Oooooh, E-40, get breaded, get breaded
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from E-40 - Charlie Hustle/ Blueprint Of A Self-Made Millionaire (2000)
[E-40]
Ghetto celebriteeeeeee... ooooh |
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from E-40 - Charlie Hustle/ Blueprint Of A Self-Made Millionaire (2000)
[E-40]
Mobb that shit out nigga! Bosko, mobb that shit, BEYOTCH! Mobb shit (mobb shit) We invented this shit (what'd we do?) Boy I helped pioneer this Boy I helped pioneer this.. .. HOE BEOTCH! I'm irkin; head spinnin dome swervin mergin to the right to the left, see three, hallucinatin Stoned ain't got a lick but a bra protection on my phone therefore that'll make it this that much easier for anybody with a computer that got the right data information software to CLONE, clone it off the streets - how much? Basshead dis down playa price boy a hundred piece (hundred piece) Shit I don't figure dat dere ain't no mo' worse than clonin sheep Just understand, I dub this for my weeples More hair on my face than my daddy do (daddy do) I guess it's them steroids that they been puttin in our food (in our food) Shit the man behind the counter at the liquor store asked him for ID before he get to askin me and if he ask me for ID then I'ma get ?? bitch to use some of that swindlin ass fast-fast talkin con man ?? in the ghetto urban reverse psychology Niggaz got it tough out here; tough out here, it's rough Niggaz got it rough out here; nigga out here it's tough Chorus: E-40 (repeat 2X) Let's hit the weed spot, let's hit the L.I.Q. Let's hit the liquor sto', let's hit the L.I.Q. Let's hit the house party, let's hit the L.I.Q. "Pull up sideways, doin about a buck-fifty" [E-40] "Hello my friend!" Whassuper dude? Give me a pack of sunflower seeds and a box of larger size Magnum rubbers A generic lemon squeeze lime juice and a bottle of Goldschlager A pack of licorice, lick-em-and-lock-em Zig-Zags a hard boiled egg and a pickled pig feet (pickled pigs feet) Shit I gotta do as much f**kin and partyin as I can I gotta go turn myself in next week (BEOTCH) I'm up all night - playawhatchagonnabedoin? Up in somebody's ?? layin pipe Bitchbetalkinaboutsuin and try to accuse yo' ass of rape; cause you rap Sa' HOE, I ain't even tryin to entertain that See I dip in mo' holes than a golf ball Pussy fallin all out of my Granada Squabs in Kansas City, squabs in Colorado Learned how to pop my collar in the city where they shot The Mack Dem were some of the players that helped tie my shoes and lace me name was Curtis and B.O. Well whaddya know? Doo doo dirt clucks ?? Messy and tap that ass fool we in hella mo' (BEOTCH) Bitch-ass niggaz like B-Legit and ?? ?? and Mac-Shon, mack D-Shot and Lil' Bruce - BEOTCH! Chorus [E-40] On the dope track where the bassheads be comin through I see more killings and more hop than the kangaroo My baby's momma she stink, she on that glass dick Be crawlin all on the RUG lookin for that shit! Hogan High School prom queen right? On her hands and knees pickin up lint and anything that's white That's how you can tell that a dopefiend's gone psycho when they get to hah.. lookin all out the curtains with they high beams On the corner, be that dice game unfoldin (what happened?) One of my dudes, SERIOUSLY, he rollin then a couple of fools pull up and went for theirs a-course with intentions of splittin my wig but it wound up gettin reversed I left they kite flyin, down for the grind, witnesses dissolve A prime example of bad karma, Murphy's Law If you gon' be a fool then be a fool, shit But just know when to act a fool and who to act a fool with! Chorus [E-40] Hoeeeeeeeeee! SHIT! "I don't care, call the cops.." Mob shit "I don't care, call the cops.." Mob shit'll never fall Mob shit gon' always sell through, smell that? What mob shit do? "I don't care, call the cops.." All mob shit do is quadruple I'm in this bitch, irkin like a motherf**ker "I don't care, call the cops.." F**kin shit, BEOTCH! "I don't care, call the cops.." Yeah that's that shit "I don't care, call the cops.." See that's that shit that get a nigga krunk, right there That's that shit that'll get a nigga buck, on they hoe ass Mobb that shit out nigga! Bosko, mobb that shit - they ain't knowin Oooo-eeee-oooh, see I spit that shit too look here Oooo-eeee-oooh, make the shit go like this here Oooo-eeee-oooh... |
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from E-40 - Charlie Hustle/ Blueprint Of A Self-Made Millionaire (2000)
[E-40]
Uh, you in a new school whip custom painted candy apricot butter I'm in an antique oldschool four door muffler draggin' beat up duster Wit scrapes and scratches, nicks and scars Y'all git to drink out of wine glasses, we gotta drink out of jelly jars Down and out like four flat tires no washing machine nor dryer Just ah pillow sack and ah bunch of clothes wrapped in a sheet on our way to the laundrymat Will I ever get paid, can I make a dollar out of fifteen cent Y'allz got it made, we broke and starvin' barely payin' the rent Sleepless nights, alligator tears Mommy arguin' wit my daddy, daddy drunk too many beers 911 Mr.Po, Po dey ain't happy wit day marriage Pops tryn'a beat her down and make her have a miscarriage My cousin shoots the needle, she be gone for days She on that da ah diesel, she gone end up wit aids I told her I love her but you know what she said to me Everybody got a gay or atleast one dope fiend in they family You ain't the only one wit a reject in yo family That's real |
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from E-40 - The Ballatician - Grit & Grind (2002)
(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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from E-40 - The Ballatician - Grit & Grind (2002)
(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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from E-40 - The Ballatician - Grit & Grind (2002)
(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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from E-40 - The Ballatician - Grit & Grind (2002)
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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from E-40 - The Ballatician - Grit & Grind (2002)
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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from E-40 - The Ballatician - Grit & Grind (2002)
[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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from E-40 - The Ballatician - Grit & Grind (2002)
(talking)
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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from E-40 - The Ballatician - Grit & Grind (2002)
(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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from E-40 - The Ballatician - Grit & Grind (2002)
(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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from E-40 - The Ballatician - Grit & Grind (2002)
(talking)
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 E-40 - The Ballatician - Grit & Grind (2002)
(talking)
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 E-40 - The Ballatician - Grit & Grind (2002)
(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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from E-40 - The Ballatician - Grit & Grind (2002)
[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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