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In a Major WayBy: E-40 |
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1. _ Sideways
Intro: B-Legit Mobb shit bitch I know you know But check game doe Verse One: B-Legit, E-40 I'm in the S-E 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 realer than 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 with them brandy almost every day Cardiac 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 big 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 break the bootch 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 dissin it to the highest -- highest Talkin more shit than Kalidous 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, socks, tails, 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 red 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 then 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") more free lyrics |
2. _ Spittin'
[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 against my medley An' ya might do 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 Buck the shit til your tape busts (Buck 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 Youth yo 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 The LAPD'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 guide (I ain't no guide) 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 beat 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) Chorus more free lyrics |
3. _ 1-Luv
*phone rings* 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 Verse One: 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 Chorus: Leviti and E-40 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) Verse Two: 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 Chorus Verse Three: 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 Chorus more free lyrics |
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4. _ Sprinkle Me
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5. _ Bootsee
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
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6. _ H.I. Double L.
(E-40)
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
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7. _ Da Bumble
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 (Outro chit chat) more free lyrics |
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8. _ Intro
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9. _ It's All Bad
(E-40 and son talking) (E-40) Why was I born in these trifling ass times? Why is it mandatory that I carry knives? 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 nigeros? 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 How 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 scrizatch 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 more free lyrics |
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10. _ Outro
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11. _ Fed
"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] Lil' mannish ass nigga on restriction cryin with his motherfuckin 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 f'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 mansions V.I.P.'s nigga fuck a flier 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 straight from 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 more free lyrics |
12. _ Outta Bounds
*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* more free lyrics |
13. _ Chip in Da Phone
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 more free lyrics |
14. _ Dey Ain't No
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 *chorus* We say dem niggaz P.H. But dey really ain't knowin, dey ain't no Me rather stack more papes And steady get to bubblin, yeah fo' sho' Revenues, on my mind I can't hold back, now's the time Bust a dope addict crack fiend in the jaw Fool had his spook on tried to steal my car Da Bay, where hoes be janky, sheist And niggaz, do so much dirt we got lice Prices, go up and down like a teeter-totter Filthy shit, ring around the collar Just the other day I heard a Bootsy nigga shout "Man that nigga don't be doin all that damn shit he talk about" Fools think they know me think they got me figured out But nigga... nigga?!! I plays this shit for bread and meat So nigga if you feel froggish leap I don't smoke dog food sherm loop or snow But I leave a trail of beadies everywhere I go So tell a friend like Alpha Beta I'm gonna get it like T.C. the money maker, I know you're with it Mayday mayday, unexplained object comin your way Breaker breaker it's E-40 bitches call me the ahh ballin ass, tight clean talkin Big Willer Money hungry, penny pinchin stingy nigga On the sc-rilla, always on the go-getter Scoop a baitch and we can split her *chorus* Me have no time for de bullshiters (4X) more free lyrics |
15. _ Smoke 'n' Drank
(spit that shit) Durrin a playa like Ma Dukes I think I recall when I got my first tooth I was a teeny little ol teether perv on flea little 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 so I can get mine, from old timers Buy me a drank man I know it's against the law my name's liquor sport What you need my little catarada a packet of kool-aid and some throw up What else? A thing of B's and a short naked Night Train Whatchu gonna give me? A crumpled up foodstamp 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 To' 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 hell yeah I don't wanna ever be sober Like bein toishin, wake up in the same position, open up the safe Peep the stash, lookin mighty healthy, plenty of cash Grabbed my partner from up out the charger And then made 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 holes 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 Dicked a, barren, purple, fish sto' 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 ones, let's go get some Hen main *chorus* more free lyrics |
16. _ Dusted 'n' Disgusted
Verse One: E-40 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 Verse Two: Spice-1 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 Chorus: E-40 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 Verse Three: E-40, 2Pac 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) Verse Four: Mac Mall, Spice-1, E-40 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 Chorus more free lyrics |
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