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Tha Hall of GameBy: E-40 |
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1. _ The Story
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 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 Chorus Verse 2: 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) Chorus Verse 3: 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 Chorus more free lyrics |
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2. _ Pussy Talk
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3. _ Ring It
(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 more free lyrics |
4. _ I Wanna Thank You
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 more free lyrics |
5. _ Mack Minister
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 more free lyrics |
6. _ Growing Up
"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.. more free lyrics |
7. _ Smebbin'
"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" more free lyrics |
8. _ Things'll Never Change
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 Verse 3 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 and do some scrubbin' stop the hate and start the lovin' Chorus (4x) more free lyrics |
9. _ My Drinking Club
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) more free lyrics |
10. _ It is What it Is
[E-40] It is what it izzzzzz.. It is what it izzzzzz.. 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.. more free lyrics |
11. _ Rapper's Ball
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) more free lyrics |
12. _ Keep Pimpin'
[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*} more free lyrics |
13. _ Circumstances
[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 more free lyrics |
14. _ Record Haters
(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 Fairfield 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.) more free lyrics |
15. _ I Like What You Do to Me
[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 more free lyrics |
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