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[E-40]
Mobb that shit out nigga! Bosko, mobb that shit, BEYOTCH! Mobb shit (mobb shit) We invented this shit (what'd we do?) Boy I helped pioneer this Boy I helped pioneer this.. .. HOE BEOTCH! I'm irkin; head spinnin dome swervin mergin to the right to the left, see three, hallucinatin Stoned ain't got a lick but a bra protection on my phone therefore that'll make it this that much easier for anybody with a computer that got the right data information software to CLONE, clone it off the streets - how much? Basshead dis down playa price boy a hundred piece (hundred piece) Shit I don't figure dat dere ain't no mo' worse than clonin sheep Just understand, I dub this for my weeples More hair on my face than my daddy do (daddy do) I guess it's them steroids that they been puttin in our food (in our food) Shit the man behind the counter at the liquor store asked him for ID before he get to askin me and if he ask me for ID then I'ma get ?? bitch to use some of that swindlin ass fast-fast talkin con man ?? in the ghetto urban reverse psychology Niggaz got it tough out here; tough out here, it's rough Niggaz got it rough out here; nigga out here it's tough Chorus: E-40 (repeat 2X) Let's hit the weed spot, let's hit the L.I.Q. Let's hit the liquor sto', let's hit the L.I.Q. Let's hit the house party, let's hit the L.I.Q. "Pull up sideways, doin about a buck-fifty" [E-40] "Hello my friend!" Whassuper dude? Give me a pack of sunflower seeds and a box of larger size Magnum rubbers A generic lemon squeeze lime juice and a bottle of Goldschlager A pack of licorice, lick-em-and-lock-em Zig-Zags a hard boiled egg and a pickled pig feet (pickled pigs feet) Shit I gotta do as much f**kin and partyin as I can I gotta go turn myself in next week (BEOTCH) I'm up all night - playawhatchagonnabedoin? Up in somebody's ?? layin pipe Bitchbetalkinaboutsuin and try to accuse yo' ass of rape; cause you rap Sa' HOE, I ain't even tryin to entertain that See I dip in mo' holes than a golf ball Pussy fallin all out of my Granada Squabs in Kansas City, squabs in Colorado Learned how to pop my collar in the city where they shot The Mack Dem were some of the players that helped tie my shoes and lace me name was Curtis and B.O. Well whaddya know? Doo doo dirt clucks ?? Messy and tap that ass fool we in hella mo' (BEOTCH) Bitch-ass niggaz like B-Legit and ?? ?? and Mac-Shon, mack D-Shot and Lil' Bruce - BEOTCH! Chorus [E-40] On the dope track where the bassheads be comin through I see more killings and more hop than the kangaroo My baby's momma she stink, she on that glass dick Be crawlin all on the RUG lookin for that shit! Hogan High School prom queen right? On her hands and knees pickin up lint and anything that's white That's how you can tell that a dopefiend's gone psycho when they get to hah.. lookin all out the curtains with they high beams On the corner, be that dice game unfoldin (what happened?) One of my dudes, SERIOUSLY, he rollin then a couple of fools pull up and went for theirs a-course with intentions of splittin my wig but it wound up gettin reversed I left they kite flyin, down for the grind, witnesses dissolve A prime example of bad karma, Murphy's Law If you gon' be a fool then be a fool, shit But just know when to act a fool and who to act a fool with! Chorus [E-40] Hoeeeeeeeeee! SHIT! "I don't care, call the cops.." Mob shit "I don't care, call the cops.." Mob shit'll never fall Mob shit gon' always sell through, smell that? What mob shit do? "I don't care, call the cops.." All mob shit do is quadruple I'm in this bitch, irkin like a motherf**ker "I don't care, call the cops.." F**kin shit, BEOTCH! "I don't care, call the cops.." Yeah that's that shit "I don't care, call the cops.." See that's that shit that get a nigga krunk, right there That's that shit that'll get a nigga buck, on they hoe ass Mobb that shit out nigga! Bosko, mobb that shit - they ain't knowin Oooo-eeee-oooh, see I spit that shit too look here Oooo-eeee-oooh, make the shit go like this here Oooo-eeee-oooh... |
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I'm in my Fubu drawers, she in her gown
Is it some cats tryin'a have at me or is it the canine and the batteram Plannin' on splittin' my crown but it ain't gone be too simple See I'm a baller, I've got bars around the windows, Rottweilers, pits, Akitas Doberman Pinchers taped up in the yard With a sign on the fence that reads Warning ? Beware of Dogs Leap like a frog if you feel froggish, nigga leap Like to neglect my dogs, starve ‘em, sometimes they don't eat Elroys questioning me about my triple beam ? officer, I got proof! Po-Po! That's for weighing nuts and fruits! Run with a whole bunch of rugged-ass rowdy knuckleheads ? know what I mean Big niggas ? the size of a football team I wear these glasses so I can look like a square but if you ever see me in a fight with a bear, don't help me, nigga help the bear! Me and my whales, we be coonin' ? but see you the type of nigga that go in the back room and Beep yo'self and act like yo' pager's boomin (B-LEGIT COMMENTARY) I'll have you know ever since I was ankle low to a centipede's toe I always wanted to flow play pro baseball Weepolization family, that's my favorite sport But instead I'm back and forth to jail and in and out of court Serious about my rock shrine I don't give a fuck how much courage juice you had, nigga yo' mug don't mean like mine - I bring the noise like a cymbal I fuck with 40 nem, make ya stick yo' pistol out the window Y'all otta see me at the state fair showin' off in front of my broad tryin'a win my little nieces One of the biggest stuffed animal prices there Nickname is Charlie but my street name is EARL! Ballaholic like Felix Mitchell newphew little Darryl I know the streets like the task force know dope I am the streets my ghetto pass can't be revoked Ten percent I pay my tithe forgive me for my sins Smoke a ounce a weed a day maybe that's why I ain't got no wind (B-LEGIT COMMENTARY) You can call me Lawry's cause I'm seasoned I eat crevey ? but not when it's bleedin' Don't get me wrong I love sex but I don't play that part I love Virginia ? but not when the Virginia's tart And if it's good then I might Dolce & Gabbana it Gave yo' ass some bread and let you go buy up some shit Callin' yo'self takin' advantage of my riches I'm tryin'a be nice to yo' ass, I normally talk bad about you bitches Inducted into the hall of game back in the via Notorious for slappin' chicken heads upside they weava wit my nokia Mayday mayday I can't call it all patrol cars and units be on the lookout for the hillside finagler forty water the ballaholic I'd rather fly than ride Amtrak! When I'm in Dallas I fuck with C-Bo and Go Hard Black Maka opera singer want to write some raps I'm papered uuup! (like who?) Like a fax (B-LEGIT COMMENTARY) If you's a ballaholic…you's a baller. |
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[E-40]
Uh, you in a new school whip custom painted candy apricot butter I'm in an antique oldschool four door muffler draggin' beat up duster Wit scrapes and scratches, nicks and scars Y'all git to drink out of wine glasses, we gotta drink out of jelly jars Down and out like four flat tires no washing machine nor dryer Just ah pillow sack and ah bunch of clothes wrapped in a sheet on our way to the laundrymat Will I ever get paid, can I make a dollar out of fifteen cent Y'allz got it made, we broke and starvin' barely payin' the rent Sleepless nights, alligator tears Mommy arguin' wit my daddy, daddy drunk too many beers 911 Mr.Po, Po dey ain't happy wit day marriage Pops tryn'a beat her down and make her have a miscarriage My cousin shoots the needle, she be gone for days She on that da ah diesel, she gone end up wit aids I told her I love her but you know what she said to me Everybody got a gay or atleast one dope fiend in they family You ain't the only one wit a reject in yo family That's real |
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[E-40]
Freak nasty super bad, earring in her tongue Smell good, Prada bag, angel perfume cologne I'm tryin to have me that, lipstick by Mac Make like a car accident, hit her from the back My fetti might be salty but my game ain't damp, see I be hood(?) but the only cheese I ever had, was from the goods and man that was divided among (?) brothers and sisters Raised without a dad Basically we was supposed to be have to make good but what we hadn't (?) get the gat from one of my (?) on the tough, Uncle Bruce(?) Hustle in my veins and lungs, sucker pump Chickenheads squash through my hood, with good intentions but always end up sparkin antennas on bus benches Watchu know, whatchu say, what's the sco'? Is it a go? Then you with me after the show You smell? We hit the hotel, and knock boots Taught me some thangs, like who? Like Dr. Ruth HEY!! (HEY!!) HOE!! (HOE!!) All up in the kitchen on the flo', feel the mantra Chorus: repeat 2X {sung} Do what you do good, cause you know what you know good Do what you do good, cause you know what you know good [Do what you know good] [E-40] Uhh, rappers sport my style like they sport clothes then have the nerve to say they made it up, now that's some hoes That ain't no stickin to the rules and regulationship That ain't no man if he can't admit he grew up on The Click On the East they got hot dogs and pretzel stands On the West they got tacos and burrito vans In the South, it's (??) and briscuit What about the Midwest? The midwest, dey just love to kick it! Top shelf, ghetto tycoon the area sponsor Can't be seen, like Bigfoot, and the Loch Ness Monster Dialin for dollars paper route and money counters Scrilla scratchin paper chasin poppin collars Chorus [singer] Do what I know good I kick it in the hood real good Smoke real fat big blunts Sticky-ickies to the lil' krunks Thirty-one double-eight-seven, that's nine-eleven Act like you're livin [E-40] I ain't no Captain At the bar, signin autographs on napkins Ball til we have it all - bartender talkin about "Last call for alcohol!" I'm bout to get to, mashin on that (??) if we don't get no mo' (??) throw glasses at that Moesha fag and I'm walkin up out the do', step stuck and stutterin Didn't even screw up and hit the floor If I woulda fell, it woulda been embarassing Full of that there liquor, walked into a closet But I'm a king size nigga, baby pull my coattail! And just.. Chorus |
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[E-40]
Ghetto celebriteeeeeee... ooooh |
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Chorus: D-Shot, E-40
We gangsterous, we gangsterous (gangsterous) We gangsterous, we gangsterous (gangsterous) We gangsterous, we gangsterous (gangsterous) We gangsterous, we gangsterous (gangsterous) (D-Shot) Well let me start again with a stiff chin, go 'head and take one I just begun, to break yo' ass off a lump sum with double (??), I got a (??) in the garage And ready to mob, so get the fuck up out of Dodge before I trip, and slap yo' ass with this new grip One slip of the tongue'll get your monkey ass hung Two lungs is what it takes to inhale the dank and one cap is all it takes to put you in the paint (The Mossie) So beware, to stare, in the glare, of this infrared You dread the day we pull out the glock display One way, is what your headed down, we got the pound So bow down, and give me the ball because we on the mound Pitchin heat, finsta treat you to this gangster shit Break a bitch, hog niggaz take a shit Pitchin heat, finsta treat you to this gangster shit Break a bitch, hog niggaz take a shit Chorus (E-40) Wha-da-da-dey, wha-da-da-da-dang Hustlin on the thirteen-hundred block slangin 'caine Call (??) bitch (??) (??) (??) with walkie-talkies and po-po scanners on the lookout for the pigs I make long bread, I brought big cars Everybody know the hustle, it's like I'm a movie star but in the middle of the night, out the mouth they foam Jumpers be knockin on my bedroom window with they cats with they friendly spook on talkin about "Can I borrow some fetti? Loan me a dimepiece til the first" and I be like, you mean to tell me yo' uppity ass ain't got no money in yo' purse? "Nah but I got a Bic" A Bic? Some dopefiend matches, a little bit of that and she'll suck yo' dick She's a bootch, she fat, she out there bad I promise you somethin proper Lil' Diva, the devil pleaser The neighborhood head doctor, I give a FUCK about a chickenhead cluck I'm tryin to get papered up, I'm gangsterous Chorus (The Mossie) We import chickens from the Japanese Drop 'em off to the young homies If they come up short, we breakin knees, spines and spleens Killers on the team greated at the age of thirteen By all means makes niggaz buy cream from us Triple beam dreams is a motherfuckin must We slide through in a tough, black Expedition truck If a nigga cross game they get ripped and bucked (D-Shot) Buck 'em up, lay 'em down nigga, we for the figures If your money bigger, we got yo' head behind the trigger Cough it up nigga, we want the combo to the safe Give it up nigga, before I catch a murder case (The Mossie) (??) it up nigga, ain't no survivors so realize it A half a ki, in the trunk is all mine, so penalize it I hit the block, serve a flock of that, good white girl Bust 'em down, bag 'em up and serve the whole damn world |
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