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1. _ Come On
Bitch i'm a hard head nigga
So don't ask me
I know a gang of motherfuckers say they gone blast me
Catch me dippin to some screw
Attitude rude, drippin sweat, about to finger-fuck this tech
I leave em stretch reaching for a rifle
Got him a pump before a nigga to duck to duck
I ain't no punk nigga this be mine for cease before them chippers and
Cheese see we thievs
Give me some valumes and some robuttus and watch me do it
Dip my cancer stick into some imbalming fluid
Show your i.d then pass it right back to me cousin cause see i'm a minor
And these wet daddies got your partner sweating like drippy ass vagina
Let me up in this bitch-ass club security or me and my guys gone bum
Rush these doors make it so it won't be no more rap shows
Yeah that's what i thought
I see wall to wall hoes bitches everywhere all over the place niggas
Tippin off the green marble just so hoes can sit on the face
( distorted come on )
A funky lesson number one my own don't be in no mess
Number two when it's confidential hold it on your chest
Number three ( three ) don't be fuckin with me
Number four no more toe to toe the only way to let these motherfuckers
No is to flex
Wip they ass up leave em' bleeding like a cotex
Boy we one tight bad ass clique
Niggas in my outfit gone be rappin rollin over sticks , spillin beans
Tattle tellin
We be thievin, caniving they way that we surviving
No this bitch that's ballin and tonight's she's callin
Wantin to know " what's up b when we gone work it up"
If we can go kick it and smoke
Get her keyed as hell and maybe hit a hotel
I'm on my cell thinkin yeah i'm cool with that
Hit the kit-kat and get her sprees before i get he f cheese
Pimpin is a game and i'm lovin to flirt while my fingers up her tennis
Skirt
( distorted come on's )
Bitch i'm dedicated you know, to this mob shit
Talk back , fuck that get your jaw split
Raw spit , that's what you niggas pay me for
A hundred thousand fuckin off down in vegas hoe
And you know we the one to get the function bumpin
No shit we the clique bullshit ain't nothin
See you fuckin with some fools niggas with no rules mobbin in they old
Schools bitch
????? with the windows up man with the heat on heat on
Man we in a land tacked out funked in a hamsac smokin on ????
I say it said producing rapping hustlin that's my bread and butter
You niggas better hurry up cause there's money in this motherfucker (
Money in this moneyfucker )
Reverend is so hard to find like good boy's
Cause shit be droppin have your ass
Pissin yellow discharge taking tetracycline
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2. _ Baller's Lady
*y'know in bein player, the new generation they don't understand what it's
Like to be a player. i mean everybody they like to be with money. so much
Money flowin around nowadays. people use money to get what they want.*
Verse 1: passion
Mo' wheeled, the bonnie & clyde
Mobbin and pumpin til the day we die
But all you haters i'm in love wit a gangsta
And i will not stop, i bet you never would've thought
I be big-time ballin, cuttin thru the halls and
Strippin with the gs, slippin niggas, please
Your baby girl's straight down with a hustler
Never gave the time of day to a buster
I'm all about pimpin and i love to mack
Can't stand a silly nigga, nah to hell with that
So i need the kind of nigga that don't see no wrong
The pimpin don't stop it goes on and on and...
Chorus: passion
Straight up it's like that i'm a baller's lady
Don't trip if you don't understand
Verse 2: passion
My nigga yeah i love him, place no one else above him
Only two in my crew, me and my true thugs and you
Straight up on the rise
You fools better recognise (spit it)
Some don't understand how it be when you roll with an og
So i gotta sneak to creep
But my nigga never sweat em but a beeyatch
Pimpin ain't easy but it goes down like this
Chorus x2
Verse 3: e-40, passion
Huh, to all the broads dat be holding me, damn she loves me
Long as i keep poking up properly
So can you live up to your name girl?
I see you talk a good game girl!
If i was da seven can i get eight? (can i get eight?)
Just buy you for goodness sake
I wanna splash in hashin, *?des-o-lust?*
Free willy all up in them guts
Male chauvanist? no not me (no not me)
I put you on the track with a half a ki
Just bring me back my property and keep the rest of the money
And girl go on and treat yourself, go buyin all o' my *?kamale*?
As soon as we get home you can 'ject my bone
All night long, right from wrong
Long range pimpin, l-r-p's
Got em over here, got em overseas
I say relate to nothing else, i need a player like myself
Because the nigga comes correct, gets off his back
A true g doin what he's gotta do
He couldn't help that shit if he wanted to
It gets mo' and mo' better in the sac
Doin it like it should be, hittin it from the back
Look at me couple more times and one of dem nigga's just a mack
Wantin the 6-9 for a minute while he's down in my lap
It's all about pimpin and he loves to mack
I'm down for my nigga cos he's straight like that
Cos he's the kind of player that don't see no wrong
The pimpin don't stop it goes on and on
Chorus x3
Don't trip if you don't understand
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3. _ Baller Blockin'
[turk]
Everyday, all day all we do is get our grind on
From sun up to sun down get our grind on
Tryna bust it wide open and build up my clank
Send a hit at these niggas so we could be the jank
You now how it is want everything for myself
Want every nigga scorin for me nobody else
Imma dog it ain't not secret i want it all
Tha coke, dope, hoes and tha fancy cars
Tha game is cold but it's fair nigga
Can't trust no man cuz a nigga don't care nigga
Nigga will do anything just to be tha man wit all tha work
Kidnap yo wife and yo daughter erase you off tha earth
Them niggas cut throats this shit is real cuzen
Better know tha game cuz if you don't you get killed cuzen
Be ready to take a nigga to war behinds yours
Spark when it get dark and leave brains on the curve
[turk](hook)
Why you blockin us
Baller blockin us
You niggas can keep tryin
Ain't no stoppin us
[baby]
Niggas baller blockin so they lettin off shots
Tha feds came thru can't stop tha clock
Then why a nigga up tryna close my shop
Lovely came thru in a bentley drop
Tha cadilac truck we painted then got hot
Still runnin thru them hallways tote'n a glock
Word got around curly tryna close my shop
Tha mail man down bad he can grab tha glock
Tell tha stupid hoe shut up she bouts to get popped
Tha cameras out and them lights is on
Them feds com'n thru and they gettin it on
So we duck and hide, supply and ride
Big party goin down wit big wood tonite
So we cocked tha glocks
Cuz tha beef is rock
Niggas shootin out windows instead of head shots
Believe that playboy
(hook)
[e-40]
Niggas be gold killin
(?) slippery like grease create y'all bin on a (?) scrilla
Call tha police on a young busta just tryna money mack on a million
You best respect tha game or get yo cap pilled in
Whoopin ass and takin names about my pay
Straight up out tha year 2000 y2k
We ain't fit tha bearin fuck bamas, (?), (?)
How bout atlanta you know
We ain't gotta smash pennies to make (?) no mo (beyotch beyotch)
See i just look like this
Project english left and plain
We use words like "it's all gravy tre"
I spit tha (?) from tha job
My nigga baby and them law
Tha block controller just seen it all
From white to brown and yellow (beyotch)
Pineapple y'all
Leaky brown color to baller blockin y'all
Wit baking soda (wit baking soda) ya smell
Ball to we have it all (ball to we have it all) ya dig
Ball to we have it all (ball to we have it all) hoe
Hook
[juvenile]
I know i need to stop but i'm solja so fuck it
Besides i'm responsible fo supplin tha public
My daddy got shot so i'm holdin it down
Outline, out of bounds puttin four in a clown
Bitch answer when i call make me know you got my change
Is it explodin in yo brain, do you think i'm playin games
See that's why lil niggas like u get murder over 'caine
Put yo self in a spot where u won't be working again
I ain't gone let yo partners from yo block confuse ya
You broke 'em off a package and they tryna misuse ya
Now tell 'em who got assed out you and me too huh
And bubba want his money so i gotta kill you now
And all these muthafuckin laws tryna take mines
I ain't wit that bullshit two at tha same time
Fuck i might at well give tha dope game up
But beatrice said he got a fresh package that came up
Hook
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4. _ (i'll Be Yo) Huckleberry
[d-shot]
Hey now baby, how you be doin?
You been doin fine?
You know you called me last week
I got your message but i was outta state, yaknowhati'msayin?
(now i comes through, just like the hog i am)
It seems you need a little bit of excitement in your life
(all up in her bedroom, til renee humming my tune)
I'm here for you, don't sweat it
(she's got an attitude, i'm just her man)
How your man be treatin you?
(she needs me to get her in the mood)
I know
(i had to hit her, i'm never stairy i'll be yo huckleberry!)
See you can call me any hour, that's how we do it
I'm in and out, and partner you ain't knowin this
She loves you goodly but she's all on a player's tip
Cause you ain't givin, somethin that she really needs
And that's that good ass lovin, partner can't you see
She's bored no trust, she sits in the house all day
While you out there ballin, tryin to have it the kingpin way
She gets no time, your schedule way too deep
You leaves out the house everytime you get a beep
To all you ladies, sweet dark and lovely
See players like me, i likes to taste the easter bunny
I likes to lick you down, give you self esteem
I'm the playboy you want, on your under team
Yo' huckleberry, mackin fast shot-ty
One of them type of ballers on the same level as gotti
So all you tenders, it's all to the good
So page me on the under and i'll creep through yo' hood
*chorus*
If you need some lovin, lovin girl
I'll be yo' huckleberry, berry
And if you need someone to talk to girl, talk to girl
You can call me on the under, under
[e-40]
Lookin at my oyster perpetual rolex, browsin through my rolodex
Baby done left a verbal, want me to hit that girdle
Come through on a tuck, while he's in the shower
Get in on the ease with robbin him, after hour
Slumpin gen-a-talia, regulatin
Cheatin in next room, fun-a-catin
Demonstratin, new and improved moves
Legislatin, perkin drinkin booze
But when you plug it, baby see you soon
You say one day, we gon' jump the broom
It was seven years, and g is faithful for ya
But did she love ya, or was she used to ya
It ain't my fault you got too attached
But don't check me partner, check yo baitch
Wanna know my name, call me 40 pop cherry
I'll be yo huckleberry
*chorus*
[d-shot]
I'm on yo mind, twenty-four seven
When you at work, you calls me at eleven
And that's cool, cause my number won't be on yo' bill
Ohh baby girl all we wanna do is keep it real
No hesitation, we wanna play this game right
But if you feel me, we gots to have our game tight
So we can smob to the beach and pain n all
Rub you down to the canvasol
One hundred miles away, while your man think you at work
That boy shot, is all up in these skirts
If there's a bluebird on my shoulder should i hit him
I turn him around, then from the back that's when i kill him
But hittin it from the back ain't always what i wanna do
I got ta do you hard, so you can tell your crew
That that boy shot knows how to... tuck
He got you givin it up
And you ain't done that in years
That's right
And you ain't done that in years
*chorus*
Keep it on the under, on the under, no one has to know
It's between me and you, take my pager number
You can call me, call me, all times of the day...
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5. _ I'm Straight
[e-40]
Sticky icky doo-hickey smokin on a spliffy mickie
Think he mixin some hash with some of that humboldt county grass
With dis sleazy from union city, she wanted to freak me
When i was sticky but we did it anyway
Look, drop one or three dozen nickel-plated stapler
Up under my seat, why? robbers on my feet
Uhh, cops elroy's po-po's wanna glock me
Chops, elroy's ran up in my car
I hope none of y'all ain't in there crackin on the presedential
Under my umbrella yibbidy yackin and jaw jackin
And up in there singin a capella
Cause that ain't the way the game was designed
You 'posed to see that if you blind
Blastin, cocked to the side, blowzin
Comin up out of the chicken spot, pimp - walkin
I'ms on my way to the pizznickin spot, ice - sparklin
Pullin out was a n-ah-n-uh-nightmare and i be bossin
Chorus: e-40
Where all my hustlers at?
Where all my rugers, where all my clap-them-gats?
Where all my shooters? dude when you stay, pop collars
Smoke tweed, twenty-fo' hours
Where all my ballers at?
Where all my timahs, shot callers at?
Where all my grimies? it's heavy weight
Give me the money, the pussy, the car and i'm straight
[e-40]
I pull up on the set - somebody died?
Why all the long faces - playboy, it's dry
Dry as in dry? dry as in thirsty
Cause we ain't had no work since thursday
Know you ain't believe us but i got it, who want it?
By the way how y'all been survivin? shoot we been steppin on it!
Uhh - cut out the middle
From here on out {*cough*} no more scribble
Fast quota, fuck a slow nig'
Nigga my fetti's just as long as ron jeremy's dick!
Eighty-one years olda, pimpin don't trip!
Who you be bumpin? e-40 and the click!
Uhh, i see the heads know me in the wind(?)
Family where you been? the pen, get in!
Get skirrrt, vzzzzzt, bend the block
What you see two crackheads steppin over, what? a rock
Chorus
[e-40]
Gimme a, cadillac with a black man's drank
A forty ounce, the ghetto champagne
The lap dance, thick-ass (?) like to bounce
Take off her clothes and get butt-naked, southern girl down south
A record deal so i ain't gotta dope deal
A faithful botch, a home-cooked meal
Take, i like a (?) estate
With them long-ass fifteen minute driveways with a guard at the gate
Chorus 2x
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6. _ Every Year
Make me feel it, uhhh
It's in the heart man
I can feel it right here
It's in the heart man
I can feel it right here man, it's real
(every year about this time)
Every year about this time, yessuh
(there's someone like me)
There's always a dark cloud that lingers over the city
There it is
And i wanna preach about it, looka here
Every year about this time i get to diggin up
Old school memories that i keep stored in the back of the head
In the back of my mind that i always seem to find
When i'm marinatin with my peoples, slappin bones and drinkin wine
Just come home from quentin, and all i know is strind
Grind, time-uhh, dope game been gone it's either
White collared crime or uhh, clickin da bones
How can i make some sort of dividends
How can i get my mathematics on how can i get in where i fit in
How can i, get in get gone
Every year about this time it's always, someone like me
They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key
Every year about this time it's always, someone like me
They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key
(every year about this time
There's someone like me
Every year about this time) about this time, uhh
(they lock us up, and throw away the key)
Every year about this time-uhh, oh what a pity 'ater
Spooky dark cloud lingers, over the city uhh
Life and death does it, coincide
Will that, scared man live to tell how, that brave man died
A j-a-just the other day, coulda sworn i heard a brother say
White folks kill they parents, but black folks kill each other
You make the bed you lay in, if this is what you choose
But if you choose to cross the game, then i'd have to break the news uhh
Sky-ballin and doin dirt, not haulin dirt
I'm used to fast cash and big bucks, fuck construction work
And how can i make some sort of dividends
How can i get my mathematics, how can i get in where i fit in
How can i, get in get gone
Every year about this time it's always, someone like me
They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key
Every year about this time it's always, someone like me
They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key
(every year about this time
There's someone like me
Every year about this time
They lock us up, and throw away the key)
You think i'll ever be able to turn some of this dirty money
Into some clean money?
Get a bidness license maybe someday start a record company?
Good intentions but i, never follow through
I got good intentions but i, never follow through
Systemized, a big nigga for my shoe size, trust me i'll fuck you
You ain't from the hood nigga, so you ain't got a clue
If i ever strike it rich uhh, i ain't gon never move
Cause i'm a pistol packin weed smokin, nigga witta attitude
How can i make some sort of dividend how can i
Get my mathematics on, how can i get in where i, fit in
How can i, get in get gone
Every year about this time it's always, someone like me
They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key
(every year about this time
There's someone like me
Every year about this time
They lock us up, and throw away the key)
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7. _ Don't Blame It On Me
[e-40] youse a fool. you sound like you fin to earl
They can have all the armor but that calm doesn't harm
Chorus one: e-40
Double cross the game, and get yo' head to' off
Disrespect the game, ya get yo' head to' off
Your faulty bitches main? a getcha head to' off
Fuck with my riches main? and getcha head to' off, beittch!
[b-legit]
I'm erog-enous, most dog in this
Dark brown like a clot, but now i'm saucy
Hoes toss me they number like an alley-oop
But i slam it in the trash, if she ain't got, ass and loot
Shoot, it's all mine in the nine sizzle
Pistol still fizeal fine, direct hits make em retire
I ain't no liar, i put it on my flow
Niggaz fuck around, they get they head to' off
[e-40]
What's up? they disrespect us
Them fools ain't tryin to fight no wars
You talkin about bang bang
That's the way this shit gonna go
Just let your balls hang
Don't think about just do it
Cause when you think about it
Before you know it, you blew it
I ain't got shit to lose
No mercy nigga, no sarges
Get your rowdy boys
Do it today not tomorrow
Check your inventory
Make sure you got enough ammo
It's self-explanitory
Don't let em blow out the candle, biotch!
Chorus
Chorus two: e-40
Think about it 'fore you pop that shit
Cause if they find you witcha crew, they pack split
Don't blame it on me (4x)
(repeat all 2x)
[e-40]
You came up sixteen
Interest is fast
She'll still serve everybody
For the cash
She likes to party
With her ass-lick pussy-lick
Dick
Lick ass
[b-legit]
And we some grown men, we turn trill hoe out
And all we ever did was stuck dick in her mouth
We fuck wines to the millionaires
Ball players that play, you better keep your bitch out the bay
[e-40]
The less fortunate
The sluts, the drug abusers
Oldest profession known to mankind
Is prostitution
When i make a zillion i resign
Just like clockwork
But you know me i'm always a day or two late
And a dollar short
[b-legit]
I trick a bitch that love legit and do whatever i tell her to
From credit card scams to givin head to you
So if you breathe, know what i mean, prepare that ass
For the guillotine boss, get that ass to' off
Chorus one
Chorus two
[b-legit]
I got dreams of a mansion with the glass block
About a million point five in the stash box
I let the beat knock, i let the ass drop
And if a nigga run up, he get ch-uh-chopped
[e-40]
Case number two forty six, she been in an unhappy dwellin
Neighbors steady complainin, bout the dope sellin
But they ain't never been evicted, or convicted
They ain't never been subpeonaed to court, or arrested
[b-legit]
I tried to tell em like i once told fools what's up
Fonzarelli and the savage get they cash and loss
I'm from the coast, where we don't play that kid shit
And niggaz get they motherfuckin wig split
[e-40]
Ahhhhh i spits nothin less than hi-tech lugz
We can buck on each other or we can put on the gloves
Don't make me mad let me know, if you want more spot
I can do this playa, get the driveshaft all off, biotch!
Chorus one
Chorus two (to fade)
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8. _ The Corruptor's Execution
[pimp c]
Hold up..
It's the motherfuckin corruptor! since i came i was a hustler
It's a shame, i got to blow out niggaz brains
To make these motherfuckers peep my game, i let em hang
To the flo', snot on the snow, and full of kicked on rivals
It's for survival, in the intestines of the city
Cause the game's shitty, and piggly wiggly on the payroll
So they can't bust us
And we shine like diamond clusters, cause we some made motherfuckers
[bun b]
Because i take out my weapon and i quickly start bustin
I go, cold loco lay em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin
Why why why? (it's the corruptor's execution)
(it's the corruptor's execution)
[e-40]
I be workin and twerkin
My portable digital triple beamer scale like a teeter-totter!
(teeter-totter!) kind of like a see-saw, up and down (up and down!)
A hundred and twelve milligrams of some of that there soft white
Baby powder, equals a ? up the valley
Heat up in the garbage dumpster, "who's sack is dat?"
All the tiffles and po'po' (and what happened) i got it back
(bitch!) don't make me do ya (don't make me do ya..)
I know these streets, like the grayson's know jujitsu
[bun b]
Because i take out my weapon and i quickly start bustin
I go, cold loco lay em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin
Why why why? (it's the corruptor's execution)
(it's the corruptor's execution)
[b-legit]
I'm havin small change, with gats and hundred sacks
I got to ball main (ball main) with thangs, i let em hang
It ain't at all strange (at all strange) with game, remain the savage
And cabbage, got to come, if not, five-oh for one
I come with guns smokin (guns smokin) leave you croakin in oakland
Without no words spoken (words spoken) put the chevy in drive
And ride the block hopin (block hopin) not to choke up in ?
With the strap, and the kick in the back, imagine that
[bun b]
Because i take out my weapon and i quickly start bustin
I go, cold loco lay em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin
Why why why? (it's the corruptor's execution)
(it's the corruptor's execution)
[pimp c]
Now we get the cash the stash and bash your brains
All over this dashboard
Give up the hash, and get you some gas
Who'll blast you main in man's sport
Now brrrr stick em i kick em, bobby you lick em
We stole em and brick em to death
K.s.'ll go left, finger flick em, bitches is breathin
They last motherfuckin, breath
On the real how you feel about caps get peeled
I just baby deal with the talk
You backin the guns and all the law
So just hopin these bastards know that we strong
Fuckin em quick in the back with the dick then
Make sure ? don't know throw a trick in
Keep yours eyes on nich-en
Cause we stickin the bic in, any sick then
[bun b]
Because i take out my weapon and i quickly start bustin
I go, cold loco lay em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin
Why why why? (it's the corruptor's execution)
(it's the corruptor's execution)
..
Because i take out my weapon and i quickly start bustin
I go, cold loco lay em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin
Why why why? (it's the corruptor's execution)
(it's the corruptor's execution)
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