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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
Yo check it out. Today we're here wit basketball star Rasheed Wallace. (Yo what up kid?) From the... what, what, what team is that you play for again? (Sshh. The Bullets man.) Yea right, right. So tell me Rasheed you know what I'm sayin, this hip-hop thang an everythang goin on, tell me, I mean, what, what's yo flavor? (Yo check it out kid, I only like real hip-hop man, the real shit. You know what I'm sayin. Redman, Wu-Tang, you know what I'm sayin. I don't fool wit the Goodie Mob's, and I especially don't fool wit them E-40's.) Verse 1 Nigga what the fuck they hit fo? Nigga let's shoot fins you got all the bread nigga put up yo Benz nah-nah, can't do that Why not? Ol skool trophy somethin I done worked too hard fo nigga quote me yo swole bank rolls done turned to lil ol anarxins get ready to pay the price ??? pee-wee no catchin Who got change fo this brand new hundred? Staight outta welfare when I break you niggas I'm a have enough money, to buy a bare fare spend about a half a hundred thousand boost up my coins preceed to spit mo supafly than Donald Goins this game is so damn hemrigin that I be delivin these niggas don't understand my shit but they surrendurin simmerin, rememberin things that, done jumped off lyrics spit on niggas than a, a bad cough messy hoes, got my name between they teeth juss because... I'm from the WEST not the EAST graduated from the dope game phat ass wallets What's that niggas name? Rasheed Wallace!! You gon' have to learn to respect yo elders mayne I'm twomp bait nigga ain't no need for you to record hate mind ya own, or ya own gon remind you Nigga!! The Click will biatch! Chorus *(Big Lurch & E-40)* Record Hatin bitches! Suave game and snitches! (Learn about it bitch!) We should cease you from existance. (That's right) Niggas like that shouldn't be livin. (Mutha fucka!) Ya Record Hatin bitches (Trademark.) there's no way you could get wit this (Stick to basketball nigga!) we should cease you from existance niggas like that shouldn't be livin. (Biatch!) Verse 2 Got another mutha fucka on my shit list I'm a cut off his dick list I mean my hit list my rest in piss list dude that be hangin around Nas you know, gay baby nigga said some negative shit about me up in a magazine called " after watchin "New York Undercover" while I was, takin a shit Kool Keith was on the front cover that's when I that's when I spotted him that nigga AZ tried to say that I don't deserve a platinum plaque nigga I was sellin tapes out the trunk of my car when you was runnin round drinkin Simalac all up in yo fake ass videos (ok) champagne an coffin full of skrill nigga know damn well yo punk ass ain't got had no mills I'm payin full nigga an I'll have yo head where ever you at I'm straight fool nigga seem like someone shoulda been an told ya that bring the yellow tape nigga jungle full of asphalt don't make no sense to talk that talk if a nigga ain't gon' walk that walk zip up yo lip befo' yo lip zip you up Biatch! Biatch! I gives a fuck! Biatch! It's major pain. Nigga don't know a damn thang about me. You mutha fuckas don't know nuttin bout no E-40 hoe! Monkey mouthed biatch! Biatch! *(Chorus)* Record Hatin bitches! Suave game and snitches! (Learn about it bitch!) We should cease you from existance. (That's right) Niggas like that shouldn't be livin. (Shouldn't be livin.) Ya Record Hatin bitches! (Record Hatin bitches!) there's no way you could get wit this (Uh.) We should cease you from existance (V-Town bitch!) Niggas like that shouldn't be livin. (E'ry time) Verse 3 When I first started off niggas had me fucked mutha fuckas was blind in '89 that ol "Mr. Flamboyant" shit was way ahead of his time had everyone an they great grandmas off that Carlos Rossi wine was in a major label an business that uh didn't want us to shine it was me an my potna from Suave House Records Tony Draper E-40, an The Click 8-Ball, an MG gettin that independent paper all about my ruh-uh-rap uh-should I shine beat a mutha fucka uh-duh-down e'ry time 40 get yo marbles man get yo change take a limosuine everywhere you go and fly private planes that's what I was taught to do by my big homie thou you can always be a nigga, but a nigga ain't rich til he can't count his money no mo' over night sensation never me all you "Record Haters" got Ph.IV my niggas 3X Krazy laced me taught me how to say "fa sheezy" told me that them AZ mutha fuckas don't believe phat means greasy we can shoot it out or we can fight You an Rasheeda wanna squash the funk? Shoot me some peace bitch! *(Chorus)* Record Hatin bitches! (Record hatin bitches!) Suave game and snitches! (Suave game and snitches!) We should cease you from existance. (That's rich.) Niggas like that shouldn't be livin. (Suck-els!) Ya Record Hatin bitches (Lil ol, biatch!) There's no way you could get wit this (That's right.) We should cease you from existance (Learn about it.) Niggas like that shouldn't be livin. (That's right.) |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
*Say that you got it all Love the way you players ballEveryday you're at the mall Tell me is it true or falseSay that you got it all Love the way you players ballClaimin that your mail is tall Tell me is it true or falseI put my mack hand down ain't never been asoundI was havin b-r-e-a-d way before this rap game nigga been townThought you theezy, for sheezy, niggaz 'memberEarl, Brat, and Denell dem boys from VallelAt every light it's automatic, BURN RUBBERSee my folkers in the traffic, WHASSUP ERBFollow that cab it got dope in it, uhh My potnah $hort got hoes in itI'm always hearin rappers big ballin on they songsI do that shit for real and you'll never say I'm wrongS-500 straight sittin on twenties TV in the dash pimpin hoes gettin moneyI'm Too $hort baby been down since the eightiesFor the last eight years rode around in a MercedesLexus, trucks, drop-Vette, CaddyBitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy*RepeatK-Ci $hort E-40 FonzarelliI'll probably never have long money like Ross PerilliBut shit we just want a hip Don't want the whole plateDon't put the two on the ten, don't ever perpetrateLike a lot of these fools I see on TVWith the Armani Chanel Versus VersacciWhy motherfuckers can't be broke sometimes?Sometimes it's cool to flossBut don't buy an eighty-five thousand dollar carBefore you buy a houseThey always said I couldn't rap, I just say bitchI guess the bitch, made me rich And now you wanna call me hardcoreWhile I be steppin out the shower on a marble floorI paid the IRS taxes send FedEx and faxesThis industry'll is like fuckin, fat bitchesAll work and no play, I do it everyday anyway cuz I gotta stay paid 40*RepeatWe throw parties on big-ass boats, niggaz wrap they paperUltrafied all-inclusive trips, Montego JamaicaFront row seats at the Ultimate Fights, shamrock and severinLong expensive fuh-flights, up dere in the heavensFat ass royalty checks, fat ass cribsSmokin blunts and drinkin brew on the blacony, barbecuin ribsThe more scrilla, the merrier I represent the Ya areaI walk from Foothill and Paperscourt to Sixty-Seven MacArthurTo Freddie B house to make tapes with my potnahHit Arroyo Park, we had tapes for saleGot a paper bag full of that, can't you tellit's funky, everybody nod they head like thisI said bitch, and everybody read my lipsI got rich, suckin up the game from the Oand even though a lot of rappers got the same kind of flowI survived cuz I got mo', game than themIt came straight from the prostitutes, players, and pimpsIt was my destiny, I came the same every timeSo don't question me, I transfer the game in the rhymesI'm not a freestyler, don't rap for free mainIt's Paystyle on mine, cuz I love money mainLandrovers and Toyota, LexusesSix-hundred feet twelve with them big ass motor MercedesesWe don't be savin hoes, bitches be savin usBitch disrespect me in my car, bitch best to catch the busI keep a briefcase full of game, while y'all be ear-hustlinAin't no paperback pimpin nigga, we ain't strugglin*RepeatI'm Shorty the Pimp, I come funkyAgain and again, they say when will it end?Maybe never, cause I can still spit itBut I ain't rappin for cheese, I want meal ticketsGotta start somewhere, and I'm past thatFor the right scratch, I be the last mackSo stick yaself Pretty Tony You tryin ta make a hit, but your shit sounds phony Not like AT&T but like ETYou can't be me, so would you please seeIf you can keep my name out your mouthCause you don't really know what the game's all aboutIt's bout feedin the family, not freakin in the Benz..
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
I'm a little mannish motherfucker I take after my older brother Started off selling marijuana, but now I'm selling yola..Here take a swig of this bourbon Hit that, hit that babyAight dude.. ay who who's foolin right there? (Who dat?)<
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
Righteous people be knowin
what I be doin is protect my peoples million dollar spot Uhh, that's right, uhh, my million dollar spot My million dollar spot (beyatch) my million dollar spot My million dollar spot, on the block bring it hot (beyatch) On the spot, my million dollar spot, uhh Major loot, seriously niggaz don't wanna dispute Mysteriously a nigga die, when you play this game and ain't know the time I suck the life out your ass by pushin mute Shit can get stanky like a poot (like a poot) I got dog poop crank yes I pollute Leave the whole block fully unrecouped I'm like a record company, givin out advancements Get my money back, by any circumstances My million dollar spot, not to mention Drive through service, Church's chicken A bu-a-bucket full of acid by the do' Just in case I gotta throw away my yole Bars around the house, bars around the window Dope around the corner, broken down Pinto You can tell who got the mail who got the biggest chops My million dollar spot... beyatch! I can take a chance, I could live in cans Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot (Haha, my million dollar spot bigger) I can take a chance, I could live in cans (Get my motherfuckin cash on) (You know how we do it out here in California, beatch!) Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot It was, more than just a dream for me To be the King it seems I need a killer team to get the green for me Hit the scene clean in my Chevy, now I'm ready for trouble Count my rocks, set up shop, collect my fetti and bubble Faded visions of me as a timer though marijuana clouds my vision I'm still watch for drama, ha-ha They got me crossed tryin to be the boss, no one can stop us Niggaz dream of six figures, handle our business in choppers Feds can't comprehend my ghetto slang, so I evade and plot and plan a life of better thangs, all about my chedder main Help me if I fall, can I ball for life A half a key in my drawers, bein cautious like I wanna rise keep my eyes open Witness motherfuckers die with they eyes open, my niggaz rise smokin any busta bitch tryin to stop my wish To have a million dollar spot gettin riches, nigga I can take a chance, I could live in cans Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot (Haha, my million dollar spot bigger) I can take a chance, I could live in cans (Get my motherfuckin cash on) (You know how we do it out here in California, beatch!) Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot Nuttin but the motherfuckin hog in me Hit the Hillside trapped with thirty-six O-Z's Serve nothin but doves, no twat no love Now nigga don't make me get these burner gloves I got the whole block jumpin like the Mardi Gras Nothin but a dope fiend party y'all I'm lovin this game, it's my favorite sport Come short get burnt with the Newport I'm in the four-oh, and 'Pac came to see me Smobbin in a nine-six drop rose Bentley, shit be caution for these niggaz on the ocean A sip of the potion now your nigga be in motion Bossin hopin fede-ral thieves don't raid Catch me with a glock and a box of grenades I'm tryin to get paid, all about my lucci Now bitch put this motherfuckin key in your coochie I can take a chance, I could live in cans Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot (Haha, my million dollar spot bigger) I can take a chance, I could live in cans (Get my motherfuckin cash on) (You know how we do it out here in California, beatch!) Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
1: I wanna thank you, pimps and players
2: for sharing your game with me 3: I wanna thank all.. of the hustlers 4: for showing me your life, on the street 5: And I know.. that'll I never 6: for-get you 7: Oooo-oooo-ooooh, forget about you 8: Ohhh-ohh-ohh [E-40 over Chorus] 3: All the hustlers 4: C'mon, that's right 5: And I KNOW .. that'll I never.. 6: forget you 7: Sprinkle me mayne 8: Uhh, sprinkle me mayne [E-40] Ahh.. laced up by the best, check it out.. Uhh, marinatin on the corner with a chip in his phone You can tell that the Hillside was his home Mo' scrill than the rest of the pushers cause he got a chop suey in the bushes Dice game, craps, puffin on Taylors drinkin Boilermakers M.D. 20/20 mixed with Boone's, Farm's, and Olde English Around the clock, deuce-four-seven, three-sixty-fifth (??) where I come (??) DEAD RIGHT, twerkin over shit Business boomin off the buzzer, and I'm a happy camper til the homey beat his bootch down for no reason with the Zenith hammer Thangs started gettin sloppy, dude started rollin over Niggaz started steppin on dope and stretchin the crack synthetic yola Turf got hot hella heads got shot on dead body soil Po'-po's on that ass like hot baby oil Play your cards right son everybody can have cash but you gotta get in and out if you expect 'em to last Base Chorus [E-40 over Chorus] 1: Uhh.. pimps and players 2: For sharing your game with me 3: All the hustlers 4: fo' showin me yo' life on the streets 5: And I KNOW .. that'll I never.. 6: forget you, that's real 7: Sprinkle me mayne 8: Lace me mayne *: Lace me mayne.. [E-40] I was sprinkled at a young age Laced down with Trump tight, taught by the best Some of them still livin, some of them done been put to rest but I was blessed, and luckily I made it out but I must confess, I wouldn'ta made it without the big timers, the top-hats, the tycoons The street hustlers, the pistol packin Daniel Boone's that put it down and paved the way, for me to say the things I say, and I'm proud to be straight from the Yay To U.K.(?) I spits this big time talkin shit all day Nationwide, from where I stay to where you stay B like the Savage beast, keep yo' game creased Stick to the rules and don't be sellin out to no police I always paid attention when the game was preached Had all the street slang and the latest speech And now I'm makin more mail than a oil well Up all night tryin to get my money orders right Base Chorus [E-40 over Chorus] 1: Uh, uh.. pimps and players (pimps and players) 2: For sharing your GAME with me 3: All the hustlers 4: C'mon (c'mon) fo' showin me yo' life on the streets 5: And I KNOW .. that'll I never.. 6: forget you, that's so damn real 7: Sprinkle me mayne 8: Sprinkle me mayne *: Suga, sprinkle me gal *: Suga.. c'mon uh, sprinkle me gal [Suga T] It started from my momma (yo' MOMMA?) Hard headed and all She said, "Only the strong survive, Suga STAY STRONG" Seein a bunch of fools, that used to ride smob, stay jobbin knew they was raw without a pot to piss in Used to drive through the turf in them candy paint Benzes I've run all this game that the hustlers pop Spittin enough game to keep a notch on the jock Now the game's the same, but the players changed Ain't nothin but a thang, keep it real mayne Timer timer (timer timer) Uhh, yeah, that's my nogga - sprinkle thee Paper chasin steady flowin to the dome It ain't no place like home, oooh oooh Pay my respects and give my contributions to all the soldiers on the streets and in the institutions Base Chorus [E-40 over Chorus] {Suga T over Chorus} 1: Insti-TUTIONS {I wanna thank you, pimps and players} that's right 2: FO' ShaRIn yo' GaME wiTh ME 3: Uhh {yeahhh.. ooh ooh ooh} all the hustlers 4: That's so damn real 5: And I KNOW .. that'll I never.. 6: {forget you} forget you 7: Lace me mayne, sprinkle me mayne {and that's real} 8: C'mon, sprinkle me mayne {yeah} that's right *: Lace me mayne.. {sprinkle thee} Base Chorus [E-40 over Chorus] That right? Forty-water, from the C-L-I-C-K with my sista Suga T Lettin y'all know how we do it up in the Yay 7-0-7 4-1-5 1-0 That's the car(?) I roll with And it goes for all the hustlers nationwide Pimpin players, for tyin my shoes and lacin me up |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again Uh, Uh Here's a little story I got to tell And this dis goes on, again and again Uh, Uh repeat I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel You can repent and come with god or you can know a devil You can go and get a job or you can do some federal but if I were you, I'd straighten up and do some next level I often tweek when I drive (drives) How can a small town like Thelel have all these homocides Man, fools be droppin like flies Maybe we need mo brothers sellin bean pies And it's a fool cuz everybody mama's know each other It ain't cool, but you know black folks like to act they color Wonder why all the good people get put through some many different changes of the web And all those folks that do wrong seem like they live forever I wish I can rewind time Remember when we used to get free lunch, and the city bus used to cost a dime Runnin around, talkin about you got the cooties Liftin up skirts, and touchin girl's booties Boy, take those shoes off before ya come up in dis house And whatever you do, don't you sit on grandmama's plastic covered couch Why is it that when all the homeys get togethor, We get back in the dayz And I can remember a time we get drunk somebody bring up AIDS Life is something you catch ball and give back Here today and gone tomorrow Just like that Pat yo rats on yo back (Patch your rats on your back) Take some time out yo waltz (Take some time out yo waltz) And tell your love'ems that you love em as all Repeat Uh, Uh fatty is the key to end all your walls Contemporary crib, cash cards and clothes But then it cause problems like guns and spids Familys fall out and don't talk for years Like my cromey (Like my cromey) They called him big breaded His first cousin set him up and left his ass for dead Churches, wakes, nothing unusual, seem like every other damn day I'm buyin and brand new suit for funerals Have yo pockets ever lost weight, and you ain't even tried Did you wonder if yo cash was on da diet See, when you're up, everybody wanna come around But when ya down, ain't nobody out there to be found If you love someone you should tell em often Ya never know when they'll be layin in da coffin Dedicated to my peoples up in jail Ya partner 40 water gotta story to tell (a story to tell) Repeat Takin tert da ninja out da getto (the getto) But not the getto out da ninja, give me life for 3 rocks But I won't surrender Oh he's a heven (heven), nigga da way he dress He must be dealin (dealin) how did he get that Lex Of course, if it ain't used get spokes, it's crime and coast It's all dey work Shootin shit up and actin tough, ridin around with gold n stuff It's rough How much money you earn, enough, I own my own law firm Don't need a tux, I twerks picoods and kakis (kakis) Levis and t-shirts (Levis and t-shirts), whatever the street's works (street's works) Partner doutch, you been actin kinda funny lately since you even got a few bucks But I'm still folks with some pac, remember three flies up And this goes on, again and again Dis goes on, again and again Ain't nothin changed but the tad toy Same time, different day, different star Repeat |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
Step right up!
From the East to the West, from the North to the South Sign up right'ere, your scheduled membership to the drinkin club Uhh... They got you soaked (that's right) I see your cup up (drink it to em) Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinking club E-40 in the C-L-I-C, Stuck up in the house, party top celebrity Burpin and gurpin, gelchin the bourbon, lurkin around I'm seein all kinda broads, from outta town Uhh, top hots, tycoons, big cheeses Plus the perpetual jahahnjawel priestess Homies and lurkers and things like that up under the vertical shade Rovers in lamborghinis swimming pink bikinis, lingerie Tryin to knock her big ass by all bus lights on Fridays If you're not a member of my drinking club, sideways What kind of motherfuckin perculatoins you niggaz got up in the refridgerator? Who wanna join my drinkin club, sign up the legislature Might not know how to read and write but I do know how to count money You can call me Lieutenant Fuck a Hoe but all the ruskie runny You can dip but don't screw up, speakers on sub Beat your ass, my drinking club They got you soaked (that's right) I see your cup up (drink it to em) Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinking club They got you soaked (that's right) I see your cup up (drink it to em) Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinking club I got you perved on some of the righteous, who's the tightest I'm down with pipes fifth and gallons of the finest nitrous Oh girl now pass the joint to the nigga big head Where I hear about your scheamin but the rotations I don't jinn Who dog sin? Big fin is what I'm rollin You know how I do, I got bunny boo boo grippin and totin Fools be pimpin, we guaranteed to have you spittin Bobcat tight, while I'm pullin secure out my linen I'm nothin but a baller, alkaholic bitches pop my collar Tearin down pussy walls in your motherfuckin daughter M-O-S, S-I-E M-U-G, and K-I-V Always to' with E-4-0 Hit the air like cubes by a liquor store Motherfuckers better know, we gets down like that Straighten up, beer mugs, my drinkin cup bitch! They got you soaked (that's right) I see your cup up (drink it to em) Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinking club They got you soaked (that's right) I see your cup up (drink it to em) Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinking club So damn deep, I can't call it I guess I'm just an alkaholic Huh, dagnabbit, doggonit Ya Hillside hillbilly vomit Back and forth to the bathroom constantly All the actors gather up, and watch me Get super twisted highly afflicted every day a cherry Go on my body and throw up on the bartender Pull out a wad of money, ballers up to par Treat the whole party, by buyin up the bar Sharp pain and orange juice got my moose up Stainless artichokes, tequila poppes, Medusas Better prepare myself for the upset stomach, ohhh Stop by the M.P. on the way home and pick up a bottle of Pepto-Bismol Step right up now last call for alcohol Get your hurricane gorilla member here ya monsters That's right, cause when we and my motherfuckin entourage get together and we come back from a motherfuckin concert and the afterpaty jumpin off, I wanna see ID's, we got video cameras We checkin all you bastards under 21 or under 18 or whatever however Ya understand that? You better have your membership card if you wanna come join my motherfuckin drinkin club, understand that bitch? It's the drinkin club, we gets to' back main Once you drink with us, you won't be the same The drinkin club, we can't slow down main We're gonna drink you all, we got a monster pit That's right I wanna get high, I wanna get loaded and tuck, throw up, and drink again It's the drinkin club, we gets to' back main Once you drink with us, you won't be the same The drinkin club, we can't slow down main We're gonna drink you all, we got a monster pit I wanna get high, I wanna get loaded and tuck, throw up, and drink again They got you soaked (that's right) I see your cup up (drink it to em) Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinking club They got you soaked (that's right) I see your cup up (drink it to em) Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinking club They got you soaked (that's right) I see your cup up (drink it to em) Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinking club They got you soaked (that's right) I see your cup up (drink it to em) Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinking club |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
(Forty Fonzarelli's answering machine)
Aight, what's really? You hit my lifer number This Sick Wid It/Jive Records Leave your message at the beep *BEEP* Hah! Mmmhmmm. Yeah, uhh... on my pager! What you say? Oh yeah. Kick that shit then nigga! Verse One: Keek tha Sneak, E-40, Spice-1 Higher than a bird, off that herb, in the O-A-K Off on perv, parked on curb, rollin up a vay Licked it three times, laced it with the Alize About twomp a day, baby hit me frequent-lay! Sneak, and Forty, from chocolate short-ay, we been all prepared, cause my nights is no day, the broad say I last! Cause you six months But I say, she pullin a gang of major stunts Bust, bust niggaz, consequences when you're doin the do Fuck around and get caught up in a catch twenty-two In the area! Dirt and dust Where the yah! B.A. Plus But ain't yo sista Suga-T? (Suga-T) Ain't you the one that say Sprinkle Me (Sprinkle Me) I loves me some Forty-Ridah I seen you up in 2Pac's video poppin your collar I play this playa shit like Bugs Bunny Ain't no cartoon figure nigga I makes money, ain't nuttin funny If you're ever in some funk, call your potnah on the cell and leave one-eighty-seven, at the end of the number B-uh-Benzy on Washington, on the cellular phone You could tell that the Easy Bay was his home My people goin off like a high school build' And all my money in stacks, and all my pockets on swell M-uh-mobbin like a playa, but I'm still a G doe Pager goin off like C-3PO Time for the Hurricane, E said word I put a nigga on his back, fuck what you heard Chorus: repeat 2X If it's major, hit me on my pager Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it, ring my telephone, ring my telephone Verse Two: E-40, Harm I be so rebel-yalous When I'm talkin on my phone-telyalous You can have my baitch, but I maintain I chop it up as a loss and charge it to the game She said you must be playin some kind of phone tag Cause erytime I hit you, you don't hit me back Why is dat? Cause you're hella hard to get in contact with Thought you thought, was killin big girl was crackin on some crabs Six o'clock, the girl said that's my crib be at the West plus due to go, left me at home be leavin my ass up in the living room all alone And I be starvin rubbin my monkey fiendin for some Donkey Kong Now you're talkin, let's get the show on the road I know you're tired of barkin, you need to hop on my load So we can stab out, strike rock and Arroyo Park at the top of hill, so I can check your oil I said ah one to the two ah two to two three Tell me why your baby momma keep on pagin me I didn't give the hoe the number, so why does she call She says she wanna do me, and all of y'all But I'm like that nigga on The Mack, I don't want the honey I want the money some of you niggaz is funny style and meanwhile I'm sellin my piece to these tricks cause it's the paperchase laced with game, see I'm livin in the hustlers dream Call up a player if it's major Specially if it's scrilla nigga hit me on my pager Chorus Verse Three: Sneak, E-40 Rang it, baby gimme a call My name you're screamin, how I be hittin them walls You got me tinglin, how you be workin them drawers With a kiss I make em all say this, yeah that's raw I glance your cut, bass we uhh, big cheeks with a blast headin straight for the nut, big A&H got some bitches all in the cut, it's that season Drop my number to the hoe to hit me up Yo, you're nine-one-oneing me to death, what's all that fo' Got my Williams and fillin my pager and pager on the overflo' What's happenin with all that old bullshit is it really all that damn serious You're draining the hell out of my battery got your partner thinkin curious Cause in the Y-E-A A-R-E-A the game ain't constipated Buckin around in the Golden State where the game originated Fools be scandalous they used to be squares be turnin vicious Hit me on pager, hit me if it's major Chorus 2X |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
Good things come to those who stays on they toes
Don't you e-ver stop Al-ways keep it hot Potnah this bubonic cuts, that other shit is high Fuck what you talkin about, throw me that childproof lighter Oh youse a smoker huh? Then go on and flame I heard you got some shit and heard it come from Spain Naw, Amsterdam, I got it from the hemp man Bought the weed cause I love what it do to me Five o'clock in the traffic and I be fiendin Without the bomb nigga life has no meanin Okay.. see I be krunkin to profession in American-ow Cristal Brothers Brandy all down the throat Steady dippin call me Funk Master Flex Ass since mom and daddy had sex Got yo' nigga daydreamin, smebbin in a check-U Floatin in a cloud, music up hella loud Proud to be in the land of the lights and the beer Got me where I ain't carin Because I like what you doin to me It's like this and that to fuckin with your dick on hard And nigga ain't no Pebble Beach in my backyard Rackateerin, smearin, no foreseein Shit folks ain't even used to hearin We break bread with the theeth thick ass bitch with the tits and the anus, off the English, how her body speak her own language And it's cool when she speakin to me I let the hoochie run through me I seen him walkin in the rain I guess the nigga owe too much to the game They say the nigga used to drive a Mustang I'm thinkin potnah musta went against the grain like a lane I cross artists? No not B-Legit Catch nine of the last ten in my clip Don't trip, a bitch can't do in me but I be likin what she doin to me Because I like what you doin to me Just think, I used to have to flip cabbage And now I ride in a nine-seven whip Caddy Meal game, they call me by my stage name Hella G's when I spit this game But just think, I used to sell them weights But now I'm all off into real estates, huh We put our city on the map, raise clientele Made it so niggaz can be proud to say they from Vallel' side - man I went to school with them Had him in my class, never thought the fool'd pass But now I took advantage of the opportunity and I love what it do to me They say that I got cousins I ain't never met Think I'm big-headed, think I'm all that They say that I don't give to my community but I be likin what they doin to me Because I like what you doin to me Good things come to those who stays on they toes Don't you e-ver stop Al-ways keep it hot Good things come to those who stays on they toes Don't you e-ver stop Al-ways keep it hot Good things come to those who stays on they toes Don't you e-ver stop Al-ways keep it hot Good things come to those who stays on they toes Don't you e-ver stop Al-ways keep it hot |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
Ah yeah..(ah yeah)..it's real.
gonna put it down. all these little crime thangs, homeless, the world is crazy bwoy it's like this it's the way it is Heavy out there.. it's heavy. Was I really such a bad child that I deserved to get hit with boards and whooped with extension cords? did you forget that I was your creation, and all I wanted from you all was love, hope, and motivation? son, you're disrespectful and you're talking back, get out my face, kicked me out the house and wouldn't even let me plead my case. now I'm homeless and I'm freezing like the morgue, the only thing keepin me alive is the Lord needless to say it's times like this I'd rather be locked up then drinkin water out my hands and eatin out of garbage cans can I come back home, huh could I? Son, you're on your own, why should I? Things'll never change, that's just the way it is Nobody's even concerned Some things'll never change, that's just the way it is when will we ever learn? Huh. three years from now, I think I'm gon be straight, (straight) I put my name on the list for section 8 tried out for the army but I was flat footed, didn't do no harm to me, cuz I was used to it if I apply for some work, let's make a bet, I'll get the nine cuz I don't know about the internet What do you think we need to do to change about this nation? need to provide more jobs and better education nuclear weapons (puh) should be stopping crimes, already got enough to blow the world up a thousand times the birds and the bees, deadly disease, teenage pregnancies, std's Things'll never change, that's just the way it is Nobody's even concerned Some things'll never change, that's just the way it is when will we ever learn? A-wuh a wait a minute, I hear sirens Oh that's the couple down the street domestic violence either them or the little girl in 306 she's always telling everyone that she gon slice her wrists I guess that's the way it is in the life of sin where you'll prolly end up dead, or in the pen but my family ain't no better than the next my auntie brenda turned her own sister in for writing bad checks and save folks try to hit you where it hurts knowin they the biggest hypocrites in the church we need to give our minds a bath anddo some scrubbin' stop the hate and start the lovin' Things'll never change, that's just the way it is Nobody's even concerned Some things'll never change, that's just the way it is when will we ever learn? Things'll never change, that's just the way it is Nobody's even concerned Some things'll never change, that's just the way it is when will we ever learn? |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
You try compromisin, nope - they don't wanna talk And they got them nuts that's off that Acapulco powdered chalk So he untouchable - oh he can be touched?? Well where he stay at then - he stay by such and such?? Well since we got altercations with these so-called knuckleheads we gon' play for dooms And I assume we get radar on fool in dem livin rooms Bet - motherfucker ain't fin' ta be runnin around here drippin sweat Havin hot flashes and shit over these fulla bitch-made and a half-ass dicks You ripped? Let's take it to 'em sick Hit all they spots at once - pour it on 'em thick Who got the suey chops?? They in my folks garage Well where he at?? He at the TravelLodge - BEEP THAT NIGGA! Tell him to get here right now quick now it's gon' be some shit Tell him to bring enough ammunition to blow up a ship Bullshit ain't nothin this here been goin on just a little bit too long Plus I got a family and kids to raise and I plan on seein 'em get grown Get straight to the root of the problem Get rid of the source that's what what Get rid of the big cheese and the majority of these niggaz gon' back the fuck up Somebody gon' mind somethin, time to validate my respection Hit the corner dumpin, in the big-ass (??) stationwagon CATCH THEM BITCH-ASS!! That's what I told my driver man while I was tryin to get him to get in a position so that I could open fire FUCK A SKI MASK!! Unpolished fish grease LET THE FULLY BLAST!! May he rest in piss Miss smash up outta there I brought them boys, but I shoulda brought it like a concert Fool's still alive, John Murell(?) Trauma Center, Concord Shoulda doused him, shouldn'ta never found him Shoulda handled biz, but for now, it is what it izzzzz.. It is what it izzzzzz.. It is what it izzzzzz.. It is what it izzzzzz.. [Kaveo] Aight, ay dude, this all I wanna know What's wrong with this sad to be glad-ass noggas? Don't they know that fools is laced with assassin skills? Kill at will, gonna put your hat on the rack for a cool mill'? (Awww it's gon' get done) but now the heat has been spared How we gon' get him out of intensive care and put him under the wing of a pall-bear? [E-40] One of my potnahs got a plug on some silencers, he knows some agents He used dem (??) (??) shot on several different occasions What that mean his family gon' boo-hoo when I smash that card Better stay on a nigga brain give a FUCK ABOUT A DIE-HARD! I know this one botch with a big-ass crotch by the name of Connie She works in ICU and she dates this nigga named Mitchski Ronnie Have nab him at the hospital, THAT'LL WORK Paid a nurse to pull the plug on the LIFE SUPPORT Risky business but it's organized class and the shit sound sharp but if we fuck around and make it look too obvious the broad might her lose her job Tough luck that shit no better than fuckin for ME NOW I gots no toilet paper feelings for her anyhow The shit is crampin my livin style, floatin from telly to telly Conspiracy murder plots phone conversations overheard by fedarale I'm guessin fool musta passed away, tragic losses On the wall they got my picture at the post office After travellin bouncin back and forth to different states they finally caught me up in Kansas City at a barbecue spot called Gates Do the crime do the time - it ain't for no bitch and as long as a nigga twerkin in the kitchen, he ain't trippin I'll be up in that bitch makin spreads, drinkin Pruno Cocoa and coffee Cadillacs, jumpin jacks Takin flicks, shootin kites, makin wishes Fuck around and get mad on the strength of con-ju-gal vi-sits Flip the weight pile, hit my fee-vee(?) Keep my shank close by me when I'm slee-py Shouldn'ta caught me, shouldn'ta never found me Shoulda handled biz, but it's too late, it is what it izzzzz.. It is what it izzzzzz.. It is what it izzzzzz.. It is what it izzzzzz.. [Kaveo] Oh, ohh I see It is what it was, and what it was is just what's been taught Handle biz when it's to be done, and I mean rip you dig? Cause ain't no sense in savin leftovers That's yesterday's thing, roll with the right now and everything gon' be is, what it izzzzzz.. |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
*Ah is a, Ah is a, Should I save her?(I want to be saved!!!!) (x4)It's 1994 and niggas need to miss me be savin' these hoes You know how these tricks we be buyin' em clothesWanna taxi hoes on vogues with the beatAnd have em sittin' next to em in the front seatBut not B see I'm a hog up out the VAnd my motto is fuck a hoe and hit the throttleTo the smoke talkin' on my Okie doeWorld wide I got a clydes up in TokoyoLook up in the sky it's a bird it's a planeWhat's that niggas name? (Captain save a hoe main)More faster than a speeding bullet To put on his cape and scaredI put the fake the fake the funk the funkTo me that's not the way to do itCaptain muthafuckin' Save a Hoe game to meFlexin just like a little ol' bitch All up in front of my companyHad to check his ass with an ear check dump and pumpin' Talkin' to him while I'm beatin' his assPumpin' fear talkin' bout nigga you gone retrospect somethin here*RepeatMr. super trick Mr. super snitchYeah, you wanna kill me cuz I fucked ya bitchYou should had your cape on tight that nightCuz a nigga like the Shot sho plugs em rightAnd now yo batch is straight callin me lovin meOn the under for the porno star that I beAnd don't you come in my face with that trick shitYa betta try some more shitI got the gift to grab any batch That I want but I don'tCuz batches now a days will get you caught up in some funk Oh no, I'm not tryin' to save you hoes 'nHow come when I was broke you wasn't brown nosin'?The other day you see me smobbin' down magazineWith some ol' nigga in your car lookin' at me meanI stopped in the middle of the street Reached under seat to grab my heatMan that's the same motherfuckerthat I got into it with at the club last weekMan them niggas can't fade They bith made And so they start But niggas with no heart Don't want no part to this Nigga rollin' with the Funk MobbAnd when it's funk The pump will spit them double lawsSo what you doin' when we roll through you hideoutI let my mack get off and then I rides outWith your ass there smokin' like an incentYou savin hoes nigga and that's bitch shit*RepeatI'm crossin' up niggas and bitches And even snitches just for my richesCaptain Save A Hoe I ain't got no problem with that ol shitI gives a damn as long as he's payin'It ain't my fault because he's sprung off my landI'm cashin' GA checks, go to the bank Hank If your breath stank, you get ganked mainLong as a trick comes fallin' down That gets me all upset to put on my suit and clownBut make that nigga take care your kids Make that nigga call your kids hisMake that nigga get out there and work Make his ass buy you a Brinun BurkIt's all part of that nigga take care of me Pussy whipped nigga come save meBatches out there be on the look out For Captain save a hoe Cuz he's savin hoes*Repeat *Repeat just second line (x4)Yeah baby, what's up you wanna get your hair doneCome on let's go down to Lee and Kim Nail'sWe can get your nails done, get your hair doneWhat about your kids? How many kids you got? Two?Ah, yeah that's cool we can go feed and cloth them kidsWe can go down and get the hook up at Durant SquareYeah baby I do anything for yaWant you phone cranked on, I can get it cranked on to my nameMatter of fact I get you a cellular phone and a pagerWe can get that package deal down there at Cellular OneBaby I'm here for you I got you
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
Bloody murder, crime, drugs, folks smokin'Man I remember when it used to be cool to leave ya screen door openAnd let the mosquitos and the flies sneak inLook mama and them play whistleSo I'ma play tackle football with my friendsI guess them times is gone cause like a wishboneI wish I had em' back instead of watchin' brothers fiz-allCatch em' out on every track, bar, street, boulevardsSweet avenues with dead ends, neighborhoods with antensWhatever happened to the days of Little LeaguePop Warner and Boy Scouts, the Old Singing Boys ClubVoodoo to go to school not thinkin'Too busy smokin' weed, sellin' dope and drinkin'I guess we're livin' in the last daysCause in the last days the Bible speaksof AIDSPlagues, brothers killin' brothers, earthquakesYoungsters tryin' to earn stripes as a work faceI'll be a sucker if I don't pull ya ho cardI used to be soft but now I'm hardFuckin' nigga, I practice lookin' hardI got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hardMirror, mirror make the callWho's the hardest of them allI got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hardRight before I go to bedI make sure that my mirror's thereTake yo mean face off partner why ya muggin' meFools say shit, I can't help that shit's in meIt's automatic cause what's mine ain't even tookIt's my mad at the world lookI said I feel ya man, sometimes I catch myself tooMean muggin' folks that did no harm to me or my crewBut now it shouldn't have to be this wayFools say, I don't care what nobody sayThe other man got me this wayI'm fresh out the pen and out the system for yearsBeen fillin' out all kinds of applications to make a gripBut I don't know nothin' about no computer chipIt takes that to make a J-O-B in the 93But a J-O-B in 93 consists of paper rarelyJobs like the oil refineryI'd rather work in Napa at the wineryAnd then ya wonder why I'm stubbornForever lookin' hard, I been scarred*I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hardRight before I go to bedI make sure that my mirror's thereI got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hardMirror, mirror make the callWho's the hardest of them allCan't tell me shit, I come from a broken up homeEvery since I was a youth I thought that I was grownMeet me after school nigga and we can get it onYa talked about my mammy now I'm goin' upside ya domeI got a complex problem, my guard stay upI'm always on the offense side, don't test my nutsI'm not a Charles nor a Larry but I'm scaryScared that I might lose it and chop you with my piece berryI deep into my shit and it's straight like thatI be quick to clobber a motherfucker with my Flintstone batNobody likes me on my father's side of the familyThey can't stand me cause they think that I'm sellin' that candyI kid you not, all bullshit to the sideI got 20,000 niggas in my organizationNow which one of y'all niggas down to rideI gets juiced off the underground dojaYou know that Click shit, that independent shitIt makes me feel like I want toGot me a baggy full of broccoli and a crooked eye 22I feel crafty, I mean that but I feel great*Repeat
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
It's 9 AM time for a poisima,
life at incent, sit on the toiletsump The Rossi got me smellin like I'm dead inside I'm stankin up the bathroom wit nuttin' to hide I gotta go, flush the cumode, k , threw on the same damn clothes I wore yesterday Me got some skin come down from outta town see They want to meet me half way at the Nut Tree But I'm starvin' so I'm Chargin' 15-5 for the Margerine, A-1 Yola tightly packed, 17-5 for the coochierack Strike to the spot ride witta, my nine milameter bereta The broad that be holdin' my D she love me, long as I keep dickin her down properly Sittin low in my cut not like a failure, in front of baby's house straight talkin on a cellular Bring me out a unit, a birdie, a cake, with the gypsyness before it's too late Penitentury time drastic, here she come with a Kilo in a baby basket Gotta play your cards right, game tight, can't be slippin in the 90's, damn right Outsmart the Po Pos, known to the marks as the don't knows, you gotta Outsmart the Po Pos, I wear street clothes pants be saggin', I'm not bootsee and I don't drive a dope wagon Huh, Got a grip and I don't be braggin, can't be laggin', gotta keep stackin'(yeah) I keeps me a strap in case ah, I gots to shoot a simp in his face ah, It's better to be got with then without, Jealous muthafuckas would love it if they heard that I was tweakin' out Seniors in the summertime, ralleys in the winter (yeah) Ridin' with a light skinned big booty tender Harass them muthafuckas on gold shoes, tryin' to put a stop on my revenues The Po Po I dislike em (hate em) Crooked ass cops will make you vital But you know that I know the Po Po would love for a nigga to even attempt to act black That's why you gotta Outsmart the Po Pos It's Saturday night and to the night club I got the Tanqueray,juice and the Green Bud Tacked on the freeway doin' fifty ya'll, a brand new thang lookin nifty ya'll I open the juice and then I take some swallows (yeah) And the muthafuckin Gin to the same bottle (that's right) Roll me a splift 'n put the ounce in the back I keep it the trunk right next to the Gat (what they do doe) Po Po jacked but can't fxxk with me (what you got?) an open juice bottle and a little ol' doobie (what they got to kiss?) Cops better kiss my ass for a nigga like Legitament to blast Outsmart the Po Pos, |
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from E-40 - My Ghetto Report Card (2006)
[Verse 1]
Heavyweight, a vet not an amateur (What else?) Looted up, I pushed pies like Marie Calendar (What you gonna do?) Shoot it up if I must, take over shop Get out the car and walk, sneak up on partner and do a dome-shot Ka-pow, ka-pow, ka-pow, ka-pow, oooh Then I blend into the crowd ... Hang with a bunch of hotheads, super hyphy and wild Tell your batch to stop asking about a player Get quiet about a player, can't fuck her right now, later I'm busy getting my paper and riding around in my scraper Interacting, networking and campaigning like Arnold Schwarzenegger Like McCormick's, I'm seasoned, I run my reason (You run your reason) Y'all think I'm starving, hell naw nigga, I'm eating (We eating) They barking like Dino, lying and cheating Keep jacking my lingo, one of these rappers gone end up leaking [Hook x4] Yay Area!! Like that, tell the people that 40 Water is back [Verse 2] We be to rap, what key be to lock (Key be to lock) Cut a quarter or two and bend the block (Bend the block) The West aint been the same without Pac So I, guess it's up to E-40 and Rick Rock, oooh ... Stunting... you hear 40 new shit, he on there coming You hear 40 new shit, he on there dumping Be all the women talk about, that nigga something, oooh (Where you born at?) Born and raised in the Yay (Uh huh) Got some folks in Lumpockets, Skeleton Bay ... Kilo grams I had to measure, finger on my heckler Having more paper... than a paper shredder, oooh Tycoon till I fall (Till I fall)... I don't sound like none of y'all (none of y'all) You getting independent scratch (Uh huh), just remember the nigga that taught you that [Hook x4] Yay Area!! Like that, tell the people that 40 Water is back [Verse 3] Oooh, (Who you loyal to?) Loyal to my soil Never leave the pound without my blessing oil (Uh huh) Cuz I surround myself with felons (What they do?) Pop inner-tubes and bust melons, oooh ... Hustlers... On the look-out for the racket-busters, on the look-out for the fools The racket-busters mean them people, them folks, them undercovers Never tell a batch what you up to (What she might do?) Cuz one day she might tell on you (And what else?) And you'll be sitting in the can (While she what?) While she fucking on your friends (Uh huh) Spending all your yaper (What else pimp?) Riding round in your scraper (What she giving?) Giving brains (Uh huh), all the hood homies run the choo-choo train [Hook x4] Yay Area!! Like that, tell the people that 40 Water is back |
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from E-40 - My Ghetto Report Card (2006)
(feat. Keak Da Sneak)
[Hook x2] Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb [Verse 1: E-40] Ooh. Jesus Christ had dreads, so shake em I aint got none, but I'm planning on growing some Imagine all the Hebrews going dumb Dancing on top of chariots and turning tight ones (eeerrrrr!) Ooh, tell me when to go (dumb) Talking on my Ghettro on the way to the store ... My 2nd or 3rd trip Some Henny, some Swishers and some Listerine strips Dr. Greenthumb lips, just to ease my thoughts Not just the cops, but the homies you got to watch The moon is full, look at the dark clouds Sitting in my scraper, watching Oakland Gone Wild... Ta-dow I don't bump mainstream, I knock underground All that other shit, sugar-coated and watered down I'm from the Bay where we hyphy and go dumb From the soil where them rappers be getting their lingo from [Hook x2] Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb [Verse 2: Keak Da Sneak] I'm off that 18 dummy juice .... Yadamean, labeled the Black Zeus King of the super dooper hyphy (hyphy, hyphy, hyphy, hyphy) And your wife, she don't like me (like me, like me, like me, like me) >From the Bay to the A Put me in the back wood, Swisher sweet bud, orange lace (Let's go, it's dope) Bitches wish I wrote, I said they couldn't be saved by John the Pope (John the Pope) I slid past on the gas, bitches looking at me It's good, it's good like the granddaddy Cross game, you get flipped like a burger patty Or zig-zagged... pass me a big old fatty .... I drink white, with a snow bunny Talking big shit in the scraper, going hella dummy 1800, Jose Cuervo Yadada mean, yadada I'm saying though [Hook x2] Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb [Outro: E-40] [x4] Ghost-ride the whip [x8] Now... Scrape [x4] Put your stunna shades on [x2] Now... Gas, brake, dip, dip [x4] Shake them dreads [x4] Let me see you show your grill [x4] Now... Thizz face [x4] Doors open, mayne [x4] Now... Watch em swang [x2] Go stupid, go (dumb, dumb) [Hook x2] Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb |
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from E-40 - My Ghetto Report Card (2006)
(feat. Keak Da Sneak, Turf Talk)
Muscle Cars- yeeeey'!.. [Chorus] [E-40] Not out of the local news paper, but out the AutoTrader Cleaner, than virgin cuchie, my nigg', one on her Cutlass, playa' The beat wrapped in monster cables, the speakers thump'n Trunk sound'n like Godzilla, and King Kong, back there thump'n All we do is wic, and get high and petal and push! Organic weed, mysterey weed, just purple cush! I cut the the rear weld, on my whip, and filled that bitch up and now muscle car sit'n up high like a monster truck Monster up', suck up to none, don't be no poodle Split his pack open like pack of Top Ramen noodle In the heart of the soil, where you can find me Try me fuck boi', and get your face put on a white tee 40, Turf Talk and Keak the Sneak They maynee' ass voices, and they styles is hekka unique High speed chase's and run'n lights Water in the duals, make loud glass pipes [Chorus] [Keak Da Sneak] Thumper, and carburator. four speed Trany Dual exahust dipped in sauce My car is a beast, catch me in the streets side ways Threw the East Side-Boi', crunk like Lil' Jon Show 40, and Mac Keak the last don East Okaland the land of the side show Richmond, Frisco, to the Valley Jo' I'm ridin side ways, this way and that way Doors open, while in traffic Hold the door open, (Hello!) Shit'n on em', no front'n 455 got me run'n up on Aston Martins We run from dem on streets, not the freeway B&M shift kit (kirrrk) me and Danny Phea On my celly cell stright lace with no fuck'n dew Mobb'n in my Ol' skool, like Lil' Bruce' [Chorus] [Turf Talk] Four 15's, beat supreme Told niggaz fuck Rally's, ride gold one's mayne' Mother's off candid, don't hate cause I ain't me Race, foo, smoke in yo' face, foo' Super charger, push this botton and my engine start up Pistol tucked Might be pirmiered, but my engine souped up Quick to the floor, when you open yours Don't scratch my doors. 350' I push heavy Not a Ford it's (Chevy), (Chevy), (Chevy) First owner, not too many miles on her We rep the BAY, we don't rep Califronia, (I'm lie'n...) I'm run you for your car note Why you don't got SS's in front of your Monte Carlo? Residence full of white folks I'm leave fresh tire marks top of they asphalt [Bridge] You got muscle car? You fuck'n wit' dem Muscle cars? [Chorus] |
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from E-40 - My Ghetto Report Card (2006)
(feat. B-Legit, Stressmatic of The Federation)
[Intro] Gouda Sick Wid It Records BME Warner Brothers The Machinery (Yee!) Oooh, look out pimp! Heavy on the grindin' entertainment Stovetop productions [Verse 1 - E-40] Oooh, Hustlers are us My game sharper than an elephant's tusk Me myself at night the only that I can trust Sleep with one eye open finger on the pistol clutch (Ka ka ka!) I got my hands and everything, I'm real instrumental I'm as real as they come and got no bitch potential When I was comin' up there certain things we don't allow Like long fingernails and me and arching the eyebrow Here's another thing I don't condone and don't approve How all of a sudden snitchin' became cool (I dunno) I'm gamed up I be chewin' on this mack granite OG Jay be stomped that laced that niggas posted never can I brought the baddest broad in the whole facilitation All by way of mouthpiece just by my manipulation I can make it look like I'm at my best when I'm at my worst Persuade the broad to put on the dress and break her for her purse [Hook] Ten wraps and a rubber band (Gouda) Three or four more in my other hand (Gouda) Five, ten, fifteen, twenty (Gouda) Twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty (Chalupa) Gettin' money I'm a stunna, man (Gouda) In a 'lac shootin' box like a hundred grand (Gouda) Forty-five, fifty-five, sixty-five, seventy-five (Gouda) Eighty-five, ninety-five, wait, what am I doing? (Chalupa) [Verse 2 - E-40] A day in the life on the soil in Caliscrillya Take the wrong turn and these youngstas out here kill ya Well I ain't concerned, they love us hustlas and dealers They wanna tear our houses down so they can build some of my kids Oooh, Just tryna get my point across Where I'm from it's pandamonium and chaos Where I'm from the lights is off, we use matches Where I'm from we do it bare-faced instead of ski masks (Ka ka ka!) Oooh, No more talking on them cells I heard the federal went ahead and bought Nextel (what?) Oooh, Over-crowded jails They got us sleepin' in the gym instead of our own cells Ooh, Put our yeti together Me and my investors, we flippin' ten or better I got some booty, got a little bit of cheddar Mama now you got more killers than a peacock better [Hook] [Verse 3 - B-Legit] Gettin' money I'm a stunna man With bitch like I do little whips about the stunna van My ? she a runner man Off top, i'ma boss, shoot a box full of rubber bands Contraband, on the other hand Big girls, big quips, turn around, roll center man On the real, I'm a gentleman Put the scrilla, I'm a killa, man, hit it like a little man What you doin' with that? From the scratch, we can load up the 'lac A-1, we can bring that back From day 1, we get them wraps Big stacks from the back of the shack Ayee, I buy the weed man Hella turkey bags just to put my weed in Ohhh, we gettin' chalupa Wrapped cheese in a rubber band and call it gouda [Hook] [Interlude] Look out pimp! Ai-i-i-te! What it do! We gettin' it, so whatchu need? (Gouda) Bay business, so whatchu need? (Gouda) We gettin' it, so whatchu need? (Gouda) Ice ?, so whatchu need? (Chalupa) We gettin' it, so whatchu need? (Gouda) Bay business, so whatchu need? (Gouda) We gettin' it, so whatchu need? (Gouda) Sick Wid It, so whatchu need? (Chalupa) We doin' way too much (Gouda) We never watered down, we doin' way too much (Gouda) And you don't wanna stunt with us (Gouda) Hustlers are us, we doin' way too much (Chalupa) We doin' way too much (Gouda) We never watered down, we doin' way too much (Gouda) And you don't wanna stunt with us (Gouda) Hustlers are us, we doin' way too much (Chalupa) [Hook] [Outro] The definition of gouda (What's the definition?) Chalupa, scrilla, scratch, paper, yaper Capital (the definition) Gouda means cheese, and cheese means yaper you square ass square butts Biiiiiattchhhhh! Let's get back to what we'se talkin' about earlier What was we talkin' about earlier, pi-imp? Hustlers...hustlers are us. Uh oh. Ahhh. Look out (Look out, pimp) |
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from E-40 - My Ghetto Report Card (2006)
[Turf Talk + (E-40)]
Damn nigga, ay where Mikey at mayne? Ay, ay Droop-E, Droop-E! You old enough to drink nigga? Whassup cousin? (Whassup tycoon, what's goin on?) It's your young nephew Turkey mayne (What is it boy? What's goin on family?) There's a lot of shit that need to be said big cousin (Talk to me, I'll talk back) First of all I'ma start by just sayin we can't be f**ked with And you know it!!! (Ooooh) Got all the whole hood in this motherf**ker (the whole soil) Sick Wid It nigga (now) been runnin this shit [E-40] Look out pimp! Oyster Perpetual, cushion cut bezel I'm busy I ain't even had time to eat a fortune cookie Since I signed with BME every promoter and every agency in the industry been tryin to book me Mackin-ass 40, what that do? Sometimes me, always you Man you a real-ass nigga, man you a boss If I had yo' hand I woulda been done cut mine off A cult following, hustlers they love me Kill a tree and put a rock in the hospital over me If you see me up in the mountains with a lion, I ain't lyin Nigga don't help me, my nigga help the mountain lion! Uhh, chalupas {?} thousand dollar stacks Turn a couple of ki's into a couple hundred racks The main drag, the soil, the blacktop The gravel, the D-spot, we open like IHOP [Turf Talk] Yea mayne! These motherf**kers know! Nigga this is big 40-Water motherf**ker! The ambassador of the Bay nigga! Nigga we stay eatin over here motherf**ker! You niggaz need to step your motherf**kin weight up nigga Sick Wid It, BME motherf**ker [E-40] Look out pimp! Hit me on my chirp, I got that work F**k e'rybody else, I got myself on my shirt Better hurry up and come and get 'em we got the lowest rates I'm tellin you pimpin cause they goin like hotcakes Cops come and spoil it we flushin it down the toilet Throw it in the battery acid and then destroy it Pay attention and learn, while I teach you how to grit and grind Fifteen five? All the time (cool) These square-ass rappers, they get a few bucks Then they, lose contact get out of touch With the, with the streets, we stick to the turf like cleets Off the leash, we thirsty we hungry we beasts Look out, watch out, here come the jumpout Hide your dope in your anus, and put the weed out 'Fore they beat us and choke us and take our funds And shoot us with them tazer guns [Turf Talk] You niggaz'll get your motherf**kin head knocked off f**kin with us boy Nigga we been doin this shit nigga Niggaz need to bow the f**k down and pay homage nigga Niggaz been stealin our shit for years 40! Niggaz brave to talk around these motherf**kers, WATER! [E-40] The whole enchilada, the whole taco Motherf**ker I'm a capo! Play with hundred round drums Me and my u-salaam(?) A stingy nigga, watch every penny that I spend Go to any hood in the world and fit right in A young nigga, with an old soul A busy nigga, put the President on hold Ride Vogues, 26 inch toes Got the inside of the laws smokin like broke stogs You can find me in the mall, buyin up all the clothes Or in A-T-L or Club 112, throwin them 'bows Left and right arms froze, cold like the ice from the cooler Just left the jeweler, rose gold, Frank Mueller I smoke big, growin weed in my garage Police roll up, I got a cannabis card [Turf Talk] Wait wait wait! Money.. power and respect motherf**ker 40 told you niggaz mayne! We hongry nigga! We eat soup with a fork around this bitch mayne! Knahmean? Step your motherf**kin weight up nigga You niggaz pockets is touchin motherf**ker You starvin! [laughter] |
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from E-40 - My Ghetto Report Card (2006)
[E-40]
I like this Rick Rock I don't be slackin in my mackin, I be doin it in a player fashion Makin it happen, speakers slappin, scootin and skatin and Cadillac'n I be, representin my region and pullin up in somethin decent Used to buy shit off the lot, but now lately I've been leasin Like the white man I've been thinkin, tryin to come up with a plan How to spend this dope money, buy some houses and some land Tryin to teach you niggaz somethin, tryin to lace you like a shoe Buy a couple of fixer uppers pimpin it ain't gotta be brand new I'm a boss about my shit, about the way I carry it The way I wear my glasses low, the way I sport my toothpick The way I pop it at a hoe, the way I utilize my mouth The way I keep my fuckin blowover over at a relative's house Beware of yo' surroundings, gotta handpick yo' cronies Gotta be about your allowance, and X out all the phonies Gotta watch out for them folks, gotta watch yo' conversations Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping [Chorus] (Aww shit, talk in pig latin, use the codes) They might be taping (Aww man, you think they taping?) Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping (Aww shit, they readin lips, cover your nose) They might be taping (Naw man, you think they taping?) Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping [E-40] 40 {?} an ounce of space, ain't even had time to wash my face I been in the traffic tryin to get it, I ain't got time to fuckin waste My money's short like I'm slippin, I'm tryin to smack it up and flip it I'm tryin to turn this thousand dollars into a quarter of a mill' ticket Some of you suckers be lyin to kick it, but that ain't the fuckin way Niggaz be sellin mo' wolf tickets than fake autographs on eBay My orangutangs'll growl, with our upside down smile We been doin it for a while, you can check my d-boy file I be fuckin 'em up like this man, I be killin 'em off like that Divin up in them hoes mayne and treatin them hoes like rats Niggaz don't really know that I'm so sincere about this here Niggaz don't really know that I got my name from drinkin beer Do a cauliflowered ear, me and my muskateers Come through with them choppers, let the lil' homey steer I like to dress up in my doctors, camouflage my real career But I'm really packin woppers, pistols rusty like Pam Grier [Chorus] [Interlude] "Taping, taping, taping-taping-taping" [2X] [E-40] They might be taping "Taping, taping, taping-taping-taping" [2X] [E-40] Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping [E-40] I wish a motherfucker would, I'm still livin my second childhood My mentality, my frame of mind, all hood I'm in the local booth with my nine, breakin down a backwood Sippin on 40, drink cloud nine, try to get it while it's good In the heart of the soil, in the middle of the paint, where it ain't Where we park our cars on the grass, sell hop and push crank Where the dopefiends dig in our tracks and siphon gas from our tanks Where the biggest hypocrites in the church call themselves saints I don't gossip like bitches I mind my own fuckin business Dig yaper good money cause that sucker shit ain't nutritious I don't be burnin no bridges I'm a loyalist 'bout my riches Gumbo pots boil, good with the skillet like a chemist Steady long like a female weave, cooler than antifreeze Bust you in the toe like Eddie Murphy did DeLouise Act like you know what I represent, bitch please That powdered milk section 8 and that government cheese, hoe! [Chorus] [Outro - same as Interlude] |
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from E-40 - My Ghetto Report Card (2006)
[Chorus - E-40]
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this [E-40 - Verse 1] When I told ya I had a white gurl I thought yall was gonna hurl Yall looked sick but the bitch still suck on my dick {ohh} But to all my niggaz in the pin and some wating to get it in I want all yall niggas to.... [Chorus - E-40] Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this [Doe - Verse 2] This is a discipline rap for my niggaz back in tha bin Tryin to hustle for the tin A discipline tracks for my niggaz that rap But now im back and I hope ya dont do that ... Soul is the heart of it I hope I can get every lil bit of it But sometimes ya gotta slow it down Like the few Mc's that do shows in my town Back in 2000 the rap game was lackin Like some of them rappers bringin two steps back in But today is the day for hunger in the game It aint bout the fame its all about the brains And if you got that and yo rhymes are phat Gone on head and do that But ya always gotta think ... Ohh u thought I stopped rappin Put yo money back in the bank on my rank im numba 1 You is numba 2 I dont know what cha gone do Ya gotta think it threw but too all my Mc's Back in the game this shit it like it was back in the day Im bout to thorw the fist all my hoes do ya head like this {ohh} [Chorus - E-40] Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this [E-40 - Verse 3] Check it out now My boy doe just ripped it Sip it smkoe it do sumthin wid it Get suppa sick wid it Girl im headin to tha south I really want u to head down south if u know what I mean Use ur mouth like ur in a bath ridin on a rath But to all my niggaz in the pin and some wating to get it in I want all yall niggas to.... [Chorus - E-40] Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this [Keak Da Sneak - Verse 4] Super hyipihe in this bitch smokin on da litch Throw that bitch right back in that nasty ass ditch X on my side slab on my phab my car shoot bullets Like the arm of donavaon mccnabb but think fast hoe 4-4 gone blow me and e-40 we got all the dough But my boy doe he git it to he hustlin at 14 Tryin to get a wagur too [Chorus - E-40] Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this |
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from E-40 - My Ghetto Report Card (2006)
(feat. Miko, Stressmatic of The Federation)
(Verse 1: E-40) Out here is sick, AR-70's and albino pits (Albino pits) Patriots and bushmasters, home invasions and licks I'm in it to make the most, you in it to flamboast (Boast) You in it to tricking off to them hoes, I'm in to make her buy me some clothes (Clothes) I be treating my scraper like a Rolls, lemme stop lying, no I don't (Don't) I be sideways on two toys, all the rappers call me Unc (Unc) Feasible, unheathable, the best thing that ever did it (Did it) Incredible like E. Jerome, you pitch it, I'm a hit it (Hit it) One of my youngsters just got popped with a thumper (Thumper) They tryna wash him, they talking football numbers (Football numbers) They tryna stop him, it's murk in the Ave (In the Ave) Take one of mine, I'm take three of theirs (Three of theirs) Some of you suckers can't take a lettuce from a cabbage (Cabbage) A coon from a plum, kangaroo from a radish (From a raddish) Look at my life, look at my guys, look at my fame (Look at my fame) Look at you guys, look at my eyes, look at my cane (Look at my cane) (Hook: Stressmatic x2) Block, block, block, block boi Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi ... Block, block, block, block boi Ride with a thing to put your head on a slab (Verse 2: Miko) M wanted this piece, already (Already) Squat a 33-year-old Chevy (Old Chevy) Replace everything, all in Heat Cherry (Yeah) So much chrome under the hood, straight scary Get my grown man on, Sacramento Valley On 22's, playboy vet rallies (Rallies) Tremendo, to the extreme, where I go Pimping I'm cleaner than a San Jose car show ... Hotter than Barstow in August Chevy Land love me, I'm year one flawless (One flawless) The law just, pull up beside me, give me the thumbs up I turn the beat up like "That's what up" Hah, studio tone, yadadamean Got us mobbed out, smacking like magazine (Like magazine) When I wanna roll deep, I gotta van (Gotta van) But right now, it's young Meek in the waterbed (Hook: Stressmatic x2) Block, block, block, block boi Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi ... Block, block, block, block boi Ride with a thing to put your head on a slab (Verse 3: E-40) Sick of turfs scorchers, smoking hot like a broken stove Me and my Filipinos, Tongans and Cholos ... On the soil, taking precaution On the roof, in the trees with the Latins, listening and watching, oooh ... Good grief, it's never been this ugly out here, we in some heavy beef They left his body in the streets for twelve hours Candlelight vigils, sidewalk funerals and flowers, oooh These youngsters aint listening, they disrespecting me Aint no OG's to holler at, no one to detonate, oooh ... Chemical babies, the parents smoking rocks Plus they aint never had a chance to know God (To know God) In my days, I was raised in the church Momma did what she could just to keep us off the turf (Keep us off the turf) ... But it aint no one to blame (But) But Noriega and Regan and rock cocaine (Hook: Stressmatic x2) Block, block, block, block boi Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi ... Block, block, block, block boi Ride with a thing to put your head on a slab |
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from E-40 - My Ghetto Report Card (2006)
(feat. Bun B, Pimp C of UGK, Juelz Santana)
[Chorus] white gurl [8x] I got dat whiiiiite gurl [3x] girl girl [8x] oooh I throw tha yola in tha pot let it simmer n bave add a lil bakin soda make it foam like after shave I like to serve my dope wet cuz it weigh a hella lot more u can smell the residue n the fumes from next do' turf superstar, microwaves n pickle jars potrtable digital scales, custom painted muscle cars pimpin where the razor blade? use a saftey pin what they goin fo'? nigga wutchu trynna spend? when its a drought, I jus sit on my dope n wait for the prices to sky rocket and rise like real estate I got dat icecream, that candy, that girl, that white white white my christler charger 2006 hemi tight tight tight im a d-boi (booch) I thought u knew jus like every other mother fucker in my crew bundle in the bushes, chop her up in the tree Ak will light up ur chest like ET [Chorus] [Juelz Santana] now let me introduce the world to my girl she white, she bright, she shines like a pearl and I aint talkin bout Lindsay Lohan im talkin bout that sniff, that blow man that 1 hit that will get u open might make ur nose bleed if it's potaint so if ur not ready, homie dont tamper with it she da chick who had Tony Montana slippin she so bad, she make u mad but soon as u get that, she make u cash (that white girl) but she aint always that light, she aint always that bright, she aint always that white gimme 1 girl, I mean 1 gram I'll teach u how to give a white girl a sun tan put it in that pot, till it get dat hot, then start tha Sir-Mix-Alot (ight) [Chorus] well down in the dirty.....south to be exact gettin money with white girls is a well known fact I like 'em black, brown, puerto rican or asian but nothin bring the bread back like a caucasian weather winter fall summer or spring the white gurls always down for doin the damn thing put her on the highway, she aint no punk gotta white girl drivin with white gurls in the trunk I aint lyin its the best thing goin when my white gurls around its always snowin mama cant stand her tellin me to switch sayin imma go to jail fuckin with that white bitch always around to keep me paid with some white girls on my team I got it made so if ur down on ur luck n got no money then do what I do go get u a snow bunny [Chorus] I got the pirex workin with the white girl in it its the dope super bowl n nigga im bout to win it ?? when we through with this badge we goin out to the bahamas I keep a silk braud wen im fuckin wit the hard cuz the never get stopped my the motha fuckin cops fools look hard but the bitches is fraud dont like to see me ball, want me to go rock from rock move around bitch u need to get out the way I keep a young suzi when its time to move yay u need to learn the game before u try to play like cab gone those laws will take u away so I keep me a snow bunny ridin in the front with a triple zillion head in a platnum cup u already know they eat nuts like a squrril lemme hit u in ur head n bust nuts in ur curl white girl |
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from E-40 - My Ghetto Report Card (2006)
T-Pain
Girl, I been shaking, sticking and moving tryna to get you and that booty Tryna get to you and that booty Tryna get to you and that booty Girl, I been shaking and acting a donkey tryna to get you and that monkey Tryna to get you and that monkey Tryna to get you and that monkey T-Pain Girl, he simping (Simpin) I walk up in the club with a limpin (Limpin) God listen, what you gonna do, with this pimpin What you gonna do, with this pimpin Girl, I'm a call ya (Call ya) Later on tonight or tomorrow ('Morrow), now follow What you gonna do, with this baller What you gonna do, with this baller E-40 What you gonna do when I bend the block (Bend the block) Pull up on that ass in a brand new drop (Brand new drop) Speakers on blast with tremendous knock ('Mendous knock) TV's in the dash, rims just won't stop You need to be down with a pimp like me I ain't turning down nothing but my collar, you see I'm a leave you with my number, you should holler at me Cuz I'm a baller, can't nobody hustle harder than me, oooh T-Pain Girl, I been shaking, sticking and moving tryna to get you and that booty Tryna get to you and that booty Tryna get to you and that booty Girl, I been shaking and acting a donkey tryna to get you and that monkey Tryna to get you and that monkey Tryna to get you and that monkey E-40 Oooh, your ass is right I ain't tryna let that pass me tonight I'ma put my bid in and tell you something slick Whisper in your ear while I'm holding my dick I don't mean no harm, it's the hood in me (Hood in me) Sipping on that Renshaw Hennessy (Hennessy) Psychedelic colors in my jewelry (Jewelry) Suckers hella jealous cuz you digging me, oooh Now what you gonna do mama I'm tryna dip later on, me and you mama I like the way that you groove and you move mama You know the women love me, I'm the 40 Water (40 Water) Popping my P's cuz I'm laced with game Nathen but the Yay flowing through my vein She wear Miss Sixty, can't fit in the Gucci Cuz her ass big enough to sit a cup on her booty (Goodness!) T-Pain Girl, I been shaking, sticking and moving tryna to get you and that booty Tryna get to you and that booty Tryna get to you and that booty Girl, I been shaking and acting a donkey tryna to get you and that monkey Tryna to get you and that monkey Tryna to get you and that monkey Kandi Girl Yeah I see you looking (Looking) But my ass in these jeans got you shook, and (Shook, and) I don't think you know what to do, with this pussy What you gonna do, with this pussy Yeah I know you want this (Want this) Tryna chase me through the club for this good shit (Good shit) But I don't think you can handle, this pussy What you gonna do, with this pussy E-40 You looking like you got that good gooshy, gooshy Fucking round with me, I beat the brakes off that pussy Have your ass cumming like a porn star movie Tell your friends and I bet they all wanna do me Hoes know me, I'm E-Fo-Oh (E-Fo-Oh) They recognize pimping when I step in the door (Step in the door) Higher than a satellite full of that dro (Full of that dro) Holla at a playa when you ready to go, oooh T-Pain Girl, I been shaking, sticking and moving tryna to get you and that booty Tryna get to you and that booty Tryna get to you and that booty Girl, I been shaking and acting a donkey tryna to get you and that monkey Tryna to get you and that monkey Tryna to get you and that monkey |
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from E-40 - My Ghetto Report Card (2006)
(feat. Al Kapone, Mike Jones)
[Intro / Chorus 2X: Al Kapone] Drank in my cup, blunt in my hand Hoes on my dick cause they know I'm da mayn! [3X] [E-40] Drank in my cup, blunt in my hand Hoes on my dick cause they know I'm the man I'm in the V.I.P. cause I'm very im-por-tant (tant) Unfortunately I see some niggaz I can't stand (I can't staind) So I stepped to them suckers and confronted 'em like I should We can settle this now or we can settle this in the hood Uhh, so what y'all wanna do? I got a hundred dudes We got a hundred tools, tryin to get on somethin new You married to the ave and still datin I'm loyal to my soil, I don't need no ultimatum Stop hatin, I ride with my crimeys in crime I grind with the gritty and grime, let's go! I'm buyin my yola, you gettin chronic I'm tryin to go out the park, you tryin to bunt it So you know if I drop it then it's a hit The game got it in my grip like a catcher's mitt [Chorus] [Mike Jones] Mike Jones, geyeah! Geyeah, Ice Age Entertainment Sick Wid It baby, geyeah! You know me I get that purple jelly in my cup, 84's rollin up Hoes know I'm the man, cause I'm always showin up My big bills so swoll that I can't even fold 'em up Big bills so swoll that I can't even fold 'em up Hold 'em up, who dat is representin the South With them diamonds in his mouth, know what I'm talkin 'bout Mike Jones, nigga in the streets I'm a king April 18th I'm droppin "The American Dream" I'm 'bout to shut down the game, my car shut down the lane E-40, Mike Jones and Ice Age Entertain' Gettin change, we grippin grain in the turnin lane with a cup full of mud, and a pocket full of change Mike Jones, I'm sittin sideways in my dropper Lookin out for coppers, checkin these boppers Mike Jones, 2-8-1, 3-3-oh 8-zero-zero-fo', holla at me, I got that [Chorus] [E-40 - echo each phrase] Uhhhh - actin bad.. showin my ass.. Havin my cash.. rappin fast.. Duke of the ave.. slangin them sacks.. Like a {?}.. smokin grass.. Blazin the block.. sellin that hot.. Slickin the cops.. pushin that rock.. Totin them chops.. open up shop.. Punchin the clock.. pistols cocked.. Havin my change.. drivin a Range.. Switchin the lanes.. hyphy train.. Claim to fame.. makin a name.. Deep in the game.. what set you claim.. Doin it movin.. hoes be choosin.. Cause we winnin.. and y'all losin.. Big tycoon.. drinkin pukin.. Niggaz feudin.. fightin shootin [Chorus] |
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from E-40 - My Ghetto Report Card (2006)
(feat. Too $hort, Budda)
[Hook] That's the call of my thugs when they step into the club They go Yeeeee! (Yeeeee) When you hit the prissy bitch from Vallejo or the Rich They holla Yeeeee! (Yeeeee) You can catch me in the traffic in the (?) Hollerin' Yeeee! (Yeeee) If you're stickin' like some static we gon' bust them automatics Like Yeeee! (Yeeee) [Verse 1 - E-40] My area code grows some of the best weed in the world, my ninja, we ain't no punk They say we need to take a bath in tomato juice 'cause we always smell like skunk Sloppy drunk, nine times out of ten, I ain't tryna see me Bendin' corners in my brand-new Dodge Durango Hemi Pimpin' a lot of ballers, always smokin' mister jolly lama Always pullin' me over and searchin' my fuckin' car Searchin' my gluteus maximus, flashlight in my draws Actin' like some batches is, thinkin' I got robbed Doin' it big, take a swig, sip a sip, twist the lid Smokin' spliff, aready been, pushin red, bout my nig Everybody wanna talk that talk, wanna walk that walk, wanna bark that bark Everybody wanna plot that plot, wanna drop that saw on the pillowtop I get a call from Young Bob, here up out my zone He said your Hillside nigga Ned on his way home I said well tell him to call me, I love his ass to death Any nigga hatin' he gon' take they last breath [Hook] [Verse 2 - Too $hort] (Biatch!) It's your partner from the town, mayne I see y'all doin' it big, we gettin' down mayne Yeah I fuck with the V, Richmond know me Wherever niggas ballin is where bitches gon' be You can go across the bridge, fuckin' with a bitch Don't matter which side, you'll be all up in some shit Before you know it, it ain't like it used to be Everybody got straps that shoot you or me I give a fuck about who, I don't even know you Wassup, yeah pimpin', I got my thang too And it's cooo, cause I know you know it I ain't even got a bullet, ain't even gotta show it Don't blow it, it's where the black man stinkin' I be layin' underground in a casket stinkin' If I slip, I gotta keep my poise You hear that 8 away bumpin' man, what's all that noise? [Hook] [Interlude - Budda] Get your head busted in, I'm not your boy or your friend Get your head busted in, I'm not your boy or your friend You say that, do that, pull that, shoot that Now where your crew at, what you gon' do now I'm a west coast nigga - Yeeee! (Yeeeee) I'm a east coast nigga - Yeeee! (Yeeeee) I'm a down south nigga - Yeeee! (Yeeeee) I'm a midwest nigga - Yeeee! (Yeeeee) [Hook] |
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from E-40 - My Ghetto Report Card (2006)
(feat. 8 Ball, Bun B)
[CHORUS] She say she love me she she say (she love me) she say she love but, all we do now is fucking fight [repeat 3x] [E-40] if I ask u rob that bank with me would u do it? would do ya time like martha stwert? would bust a nine would ya go back would ya put ya life on the line with me hit the dough track? (dough track) is ya down well ya beat a coch down? if a pimp couldnt swim would ya let a pimp drown? could stop naggin me about last night two wrongs dont make a right, all we do is fucking fight kiss and make up lay up all night, now bend over why I lay this pipe, while I beat the coochie up till the borad day light, she say she love me but when im in the studio she be gettin all lova (she say she love me) but I could get fuck bout cause im bout my money, bently cumma ridin jumma, money loans like cqcumbas, got that twig pushin fees frankisin do two three (two three) im bout my money hangin out the window throwing up the play boy bunny, aint never phony ima keep it moving man cause im always hungry lil mama what it is tell what it be?do u need a lil kim to a lil qulity time a lil bumpin an grind a lil wine and dime a lil movie, a lil money, some time a lil dochi kanbe, cheri, lou vatin a lil jewlery, why u mad why u always take it out on me why u always showing out in front company? [CHORUS] [8 Ball] man aint never seen one look like u cutie DAMN!! 5'2 with a nice round booty u was just my type and I could see it in yo eyes and I knew that from day one stayin up all night just chillin talkin bout what we going name our son, 24/7 hustlin the object to not being broke again,let me get ya whole pay check one time when I couldnt pay the rent, now look at ya baby benz with the lil tv and the crazy rims,big rocks on ya hand tell ya friends big daddy brought them,now on the otha hand here we go talkin bout where the fuck u been always in at the studio in another time zone tryin to to get rich,get u ? niggas mad u on my team cause they how u move them things, come home be a mama and a wife a freak in the bed baby,im trying to work why u gotta call 100 times like u craza dont play when the time is right we can go up in the air and go play wanna go play and stay here and love me everyday [CHORUS] [Bun B] now theres a stranger in my house and my bed fucking up my life and bread, playin mind games all in my head, sometimes I swear u wrost then the feds, u love a nigga then hate a nigga then u love again this shits confusin, in the streets hittin licks im winnin come home fucking with u and im losin, im bulit for drama but not this kind been slid befor but not this time, these years of viting this year hustlin u cant be fucking up this grind,now u been doing to much campin,bumpin ya gums and yapin and again in grown folk business and baby girl I just cant let that happen, I been out here spitin ths blood fuckin with cut throats to get this cake, but it swear it seem like the more I give ya u try to take my heart and my back ya tryin break,i aint crazy I see the signs, trying steal my light and my shine, u must be outta yo fucking mind,i just wanted to spoil ya ass and I guess I succeed, but now ya just to fucking concede if this is love I dont need it, you acting like you the pimp and im the hoe (hell no), man I swear the god if yo pussy want the bomb I would have left a long time ago BITCH!!! |
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from E-40 - My Ghetto Report Card (2006)
(feat. D.D. Artis)
[female singer - repeat in background] I'm just happy to be here! [E-40 over singer] Hard times, the struggle The ups and downs, the highs and the lows You know just goin through it man, ghetto politics Tryin to make a way out of no way I was the oldest, so I had to be, the daddy of the family Momma had to work three jobs, oooh Feet stickin through my shoes, skid marks in my drawers Garage sales and flea markets, we never shopped at malls No dental plan, no medikit - we poor like rain Colored folks think that castor oil cures everythang Pork chops and chicken, we like our food fried Hypertension, Prenavil pills and hydro-chlorizide Some of my family still living, some of my family died Health complications, natural causes and homicide Just tryin to survive, nothin to lose but plenty to gain Started hustlin, flea flickin and servin that candy cane Put all my cars in my lady name, as a true hustler should She had a 9 to 5, worked at Planned Parenthood While I was in the hood, up to no good with a hoodie over my head, tryin to outslick the feds Or should I say cops, at this point in time I only had rocks Went from a little a jelly jar up to a soup pot The fast quarter my negro, don't want the slow nickel I done seen yola the same color as peanut brittle I done seen hella people relapse I done seen my homey grandparents go back to crack How sick is dat? Beggin my loved ones to send some pictures Pray for me over the phone and read me some scriptures Oooh; it's gloomy out here, dark days ahead God got my back but the devil he want my head [Chorus: D.D. Artis] I'm just happy to be here right now Lot of my folks been locked up or laid down See I'm sayin I ain't shed no tears, no But I'm just happy to be here [E-40] Listen to this, oooooh The devil-me side know that some of y'all done seen it Somebody's momma washin her son or her daughter's bloodstain off the cement Wrong place at the wrong time, infiltrators drop a dime Mistaken identity, bullets start flyin in every direction, hit a pregnant teen, she passed But her baby live through a C-section I know it sound foul and sound hecka rude, it ain't cool But it go down like that sometime when you're funkin, and you're puttin down a move We heartless and shrewd in this day and age, it ain't the same Our parents need to beat us with a belt, like Poody Tang I be high like an airplane I be smokin and perkin, takin out anger and stress on the wrong person Re-uppin and coppin turf an' just servin the soil block Grittin tryin to put some gifts in my kid's Christmas stock' Ooooh - pour out some liquor and shed a tear For the homies that never made it and family that ain't here [Chorus] [D.D. Artis] So happy You know I'm happy to be Said I'm happy, so happy just to be here To beeeeeee, to beeeeeeeeeeee To beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee (I'm so happy) (Oh I'm so happy) I'm so happy to be, to beeeeeeee-heeeeeeeeee To beeeeeeeee (to be here) |
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from E-40 - My Ghetto Report Card (2006)
(feat. Keak Da Sneak)
[Hook x2] Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb [Verse 1: E-40] Ooh. Jesus Christ had dreads, so shake em I aint got none, but I'm planning on growing some Imagine all the Hebrews going dumb Dancing on top of chariots and turning tight ones (eeerrrrr!) Ooh, tell me when to go (dumb) Talking on my Ghettro on the way to the store ... My 2nd or 3rd trip Some Henny, some Swishers and some Listerine strips Dr. Greenthumb lips, just to ease my thoughts Not just the cops, but the homies you got to watch The moon is full, look at the dark clouds Sitting in my scraper, watching Oakland Gone Wild... Ta-dow I don't bump mainstream, I knock underground All that other shit, sugar-coated and watered down I'm from the Bay where we hyphy and go dumb From the soil where them rappers be getting their lingo from [Hook x2] Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb [Verse 2: Keak Da Sneak] I'm off that 18 dummy juice .... Yadamean, labeled the Black Zeus King of the super dooper hyphy (hyphy, hyphy, hyphy, hyphy) And your wife, she don't like me (like me, like me, like me, like me) >From the Bay to the A Put me in the back wood, Swisher sweet bud, orange lace (Let's go, it's dope) Bitches wish I wrote, I said they couldn't be saved by John the Pope (John the Pope) I slid past on the gas, bitches looking at me It's good, it's good like the granddaddy Cross game, you get flipped like a burger patty Or zig-zagged... pass me a big old fatty .... I drink white, with a snow bunny Talking big shit in the scraper, going hella dummy 1800, Jose Cuervo Yadada mean, yadada I'm saying though [Hook x2] Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb [Outro: E-40] [x4] Ghost-ride the whip [x8] Now... Scrape [x4] Put your stunna shades on [x2] Now... Gas, brake, dip, dip [x4] Shake them dreads [x4] Let me see you show your grill [x4] Now... Thizz face [x4] Doors open, mayne [x4] Now... Watch em swang [x2] Go stupid, go (dumb, dumb) [Hook x2] Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb |
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from E-40 - My Ghetto Report Card (2006)
(feat. Keak Da Sneak, Turf Talk)
Muscle Cars- yeeeey'!.. [Chorus] [E-40] Not out of the local news paper, but out the AutoTrader Cleaner, than virgin cuchie, my nigg', one on her Cutlass, playa' The beat wrapped in monster cables, the speakers thump'n Trunk sound'n like Godzilla, and King Kong, back there thump'n All we do is wic, and get high and petal and push! Organic weed, mysterey weed, just purple cush! I cut the the rear weld, on my whip, and filled that bitch up and now muscle car sit'n up high like a monster truck Monster up', suck up to none, don't be no poodle Split his pack open like pack of Top Ramen noodle In the heart of the soil, where you can find me Try me fuck boi', and get your face put on a white tee 40, Turf Talk and Keak the Sneak They maynee' ass voices, and they styles is hekka unique High speed chase's and run'n lights Water in the duals, make loud glass pipes [Chorus] [Keak Da Sneak] Thumper, and carburator. four speed Trany Dual exahust dipped in sauce My car is a beast, catch me in the streets side ways Threw the East Side-Boi', crunk like Lil' Jon Show 40, and Mac Keak the last don East Okaland the land of the side show Richmond, Frisco, to the Valley Jo' I'm ridin side ways, this way and that way Doors open, while in traffic Hold the door open, (Hello!) Shit'n on em', no front'n 455 got me run'n up on Aston Martins We run from dem on streets, not the freeway B&M shift kit (kirrrk) me and Danny Phea On my celly cell stright lace with no fuck'n dew Mobb'n in my Ol' skool, like Lil' Bruce' [Chorus] [Turf Talk] Four 15's, beat supreme Told niggaz fuck Rally's, ride gold one's mayne' Mother's off candid, don't hate cause I ain't me Race, foo, smoke in yo' face, foo' Super charger, push this botton and my engine start up Pistol tucked Might be pirmiered, but my engine souped up Quick to the floor, when you open yours Don't scratch my doors. 350' I push heavy Not a Ford it's (Chevy), (Chevy), (Chevy) First owner, not too many miles on her We rep the BAY, we don't rep Califronia, (I'm lie'n...) I'm run you for your car note Why you don't got SS's in front of your Monte Carlo? Residence full of white folks I'm leave fresh tire marks top of they asphalt [Bridge] You got muscle car? You fuck'n wit' dem Muscle cars? [Chorus] |
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from E-40 - My Ghetto Report Card (2006)
(feat. The Federation)
Introducing...E-40...the almighty...707...Rick Rock...Federation...(Whoooooo) Go [x9] Hey hey. Go hard [x2] [E-40] Ooh...Verbal vomit...I keep one on it Not the scrill but you can call me ebonics Sideshows goin nutty dumbin out Take the wrong turn and get your roof stomped out Old school vans doors open, me and my coupe And some stoners we get high like Shaggy from Scooby Doo I'm whiskeyed, I'm hit, I ain't go no patience But I'm a couple tacos short of a combination Ooh...Get on your head like a shavel ? from the gravel When them scams dope deals be goin south Look how swivel the metal flower want the fast quarter fuck us for niggas 6 bucks an hour From the rooter to the tooter He's the driver I'm the shooter Don't be fuckin with my goon Orgasms, high pots, and trill phones, sidekicks and ringtones Go hard or go home [Hook x8] Go hard... Go hard or go home [Goldie] ? To the moon I coon like high school My goons take no prisoners...what fool What's beef. (Niggas want E-40 on a fat verse) Swingin through the drive-thru, smash the front Jackin' off. If you're from the Yay, that's what. Open up the doors, go (go) ? Sick, Monkey on my back Psychos on my milk, won't let me go Down my throat, Yes (yes), cuz (cuz), buzz (buzz) What (what), I (I), go (go), numb (numb) Slack folks like Droop-E too Put thumb on the back like Rick on the NPC [Hook] [Interlude x4] We jumpin on the top, man, scrape hella cool 3 or 4 niggas tryina cave in a room [Stress] Little purp, cuss like a sailor Hand on my waist in the 2-man tailor Get rich, hate being bold My bitch keep askin for juicy ? In the club, you know we strapped up My white tee shirt look like coke wrapped up Forces and jeans, can't wear slacks Got good hair, new wave cap Smoke block, standin on the curb Same niggas with me I been knowin since the 3rd Tryna get it, sucks bein bummy Never should've give you niggas money [Doon] My bitch wanna see drop H's Grind more than Haitians or Jamaicans Ain't about money, then ain't got patience Don't bring money, then don't have relations Some like Hannibal, I'm a mammal Ain't with monkeys like Mike and Emmanuel Change the channel, rearrange panels 0-7 like the perm old cabby And this babby she don't bring patties She can't ride shotgun in the ? Caddy Pull my nigga in, let him count paint Don't cut him off like J did Dane [Hook] Sick Wit It |
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from E-40 - My Ghetto Report Card (2006)
(feat. B-Legit, Stressmatic of The Federation)
[Intro] Gouda Sick Wid It Records BME Warner Brothers The Machinery (Yee!) Oooh, look out pimp! Heavy on the grindin' entertainment Stovetop productions [Verse 1 - E-40] Oooh, Hustlers are us My game sharper than an elephant's tusk Me myself at night the only that I can trust Sleep with one eye open finger on the pistol clutch (Ka ka ka!) I got my hands and everything, I'm real instrumental I'm as real as they come and got no bitch potential When I was comin' up there certain things we don't allow Like long fingernails and me and arching the eyebrow Here's another thing I don't condone and don't approve How all of a sudden snitchin' became cool (I dunno) I'm gamed up I be chewin' on this mack granite OG Jay be stomped that laced that niggas posted never can I brought the baddest broad in the whole facilitation All by way of mouthpiece just by my manipulation I can make it look like I'm at my best when I'm at my worst Persuade the broad to put on the dress and break her for her purse [Hook] Ten wraps and a rubber band (Gouda) Three or four more in my other hand (Gouda) Five, ten, fifteen, twenty (Gouda) Twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty (Chalupa) Gettin' money I'm a stunna, man (Gouda) In a 'lac shootin' box like a hundred grand (Gouda) Forty-five, fifty-five, sixty-five, seventy-five (Gouda) Eighty-five, ninety-five, wait, what am I doing? (Chalupa) [Verse 2 - E-40] A day in the life on the soil in Caliscrillya Take the wrong turn and these youngstas out here kill ya Well I ain't concerned, they love us hustlas and dealers They wanna tear our houses down so they can build some of my kids Oooh, Just tryna get my point across Where I'm from it's pandamonium and chaos Where I'm from the lights is off, we use matches Where I'm from we do it bare-faced instead of ski masks (Ka ka ka!) Oooh, No more talking on them cells I heard the federal went ahead and bought Nextel (what?) Oooh, Over-crowded jails They got us sleepin' in the gym instead of our own cells Ooh, Put our yeti together Me and my investors, we flippin' ten or better I got some booty, got a little bit of cheddar Mama now you got more killers than a peacock better [Hook] [Verse 3 - B-Legit] Gettin' money I'm a stunna man With bitch like I do little whips about the stunna van My ? she a runner man Off top, i'ma boss, shoot a box full of rubber bands Contraband, on the other hand Big girls, big quips, turn around, roll center man On the real, I'm a gentleman Put the scrilla, I'm a killa, man, hit it like a little man What you doin' with that? From the scratch, we can load up the 'lac A-1, we can bring that back From day 1, we get them wraps Big stacks from the back of the shack Ayee, I buy the weed man Hella turkey bags just to put my weed in Ohhh, we gettin' chalupa Wrapped cheese in a rubber band and call it gouda [Hook] [Interlude] Look out pimp! Ai-i-i-te! What it do! We gettin' it, so whatchu need? (Gouda) Bay business, so whatchu need? (Gouda) We gettin' it, so whatchu need? (Gouda) Ice ?, so whatchu need? (Chalupa) We gettin' it, so whatchu need? (Gouda) Bay business, so whatchu need? (Gouda) We gettin' it, so whatchu need? (Gouda) Sick Wid It, so whatchu need? (Chalupa) We doin' way too much (Gouda) We never watered down, we doin' way too much (Gouda) And you don't wanna stunt with us (Gouda) Hustlers are us, we doin' way too much (Chalupa) We doin' way too much (Gouda) We never watered down, we doin' way too much (Gouda) And you don't wanna stunt with us (Gouda) Hustlers are us, we doin' way too much (Chalupa) [Hook] [Outro] The definition of gouda (What's the definition?) Chalupa, scrilla, scratch, paper, yaper Capital (the definition) Gouda means cheese, and cheese means yaper you square ass square butts Biiiiiattchhhhh! Let's get back to what we'se talkin' about earlier What was we talkin' about earlier, pi-imp? Hustlers...hustlers are us. Uh oh. Ahhh. Look out (Look out, pimp) |
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from E-40 - My Ghetto Report Card (2006)
[Turf Talk + (E-40)]
Damn nigga, ay where Mikey at mayne? Ay, ay Droop-E, Droop-E! You old enough to drink nigga? Whassup cousin? (Whassup tycoon, what's goin on?) It's your young nephew Turkey mayne (What is it boy? What's goin on family?) There's a lot of shit that need to be said big cousin (Talk to me, I'll talk back) First of all I'ma start by just sayin we can't be f**ked with And you know it!!! (Ooooh) Got all the whole hood in this motherf**ker (the whole soil) Sick Wid It nigga (now) been runnin this shit [E-40] Look out pimp! Oyster Perpetual, cushion cut bezel I'm busy I ain't even had time to eat a fortune cookie Since I signed with BME every promoter and every agency in the industry been tryin to book me Mackin-ass 40, what that do? Sometimes me, always you Man you a real-ass nigga, man you a boss If I had yo' hand I woulda been done cut mine off A cult following, hustlers they love me Kill a tree and put a rock in the hospital over me If you see me up in the mountains with a lion, I ain't lyin Nigga don't help me, my nigga help the mountain lion! Uhh, chalupas {?} thousand dollar stacks Turn a couple of ki's into a couple hundred racks The main drag, the soil, the blacktop The gravel, the D-spot, we open like IHOP [Turf Talk] Yea mayne! These motherf**kers know! Nigga this is big 40-Water motherf**ker! The ambassador of the Bay nigga! Nigga we stay eatin over here motherf**ker! You niggaz need to step your motherf**kin weight up nigga Sick Wid It, BME motherf**ker [E-40] Look out pimp! Hit me on my chirp, I got that work F**k e'rybody else, I got myself on my shirt Better hurry up and come and get 'em we got the lowest rates I'm tellin you pimpin cause they goin like hotcakes Cops come and spoil it we flushin it down the toilet Throw it in the battery acid and then destroy it Pay attention and learn, while I teach you how to grit and grind Fifteen five? All the time (cool) These square-ass rappers, they get a few bucks Then they, lose contact get out of touch With the, with the streets, we stick to the turf like cleets Off the leash, we thirsty we hungry we beasts Look out, watch out, here come the jumpout Hide your dope in your anus, and put the weed out 'Fore they beat us and choke us and take our funds And shoot us with them tazer guns [Turf Talk] You niggaz'll get your motherf**kin head knocked off f**kin with us boy Nigga we been doin this shit nigga Niggaz need to bow the f**k down and pay homage nigga Niggaz been stealin our shit for years 40! Niggaz brave to talk around these motherf**kers, WATER! [E-40] The whole enchilada, the whole taco Motherf**ker I'm a capo! Play with hundred round drums Me and my u-salaam(?) A stingy nigga, watch every penny that I spend Go to any hood in the world and fit right in A young nigga, with an old soul A busy nigga, put the President on hold Ride Vogues, 26 inch toes Got the inside of the laws smokin like broke stogs You can find me in the mall, buyin up all the clothes Or in A-T-L or Club 112, throwin them 'bows Left and right arms froze, cold like the ice from the cooler Just left the jeweler, rose gold, Frank Mueller I smoke big, growin weed in my garage Police roll up, I got a cannabis card [Turf Talk] Wait wait wait! Money.. power and respect motherf**ker 40 told you niggaz mayne! We hongry nigga! We eat soup with a fork around this bitch mayne! Knahmean? Step your motherf**kin weight up nigga You niggaz pockets is touchin motherf**ker You starvin! [laughter] |
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from E-40 - My Ghetto Report Card (2006)
(feat. Miko, Stressmatic of The Federation)
(Verse 1: E-40) Out here is sick, AR-70's and albino pits (Albino pits) Patriots and bushmasters, home invasions and licks I'm in it to make the most, you in it to flamboast (Boast) You in it to tricking off to them hoes, I'm in to make her buy me some clothes (Clothes) I be treating my scraper like a Rolls, lemme stop lying, no I don't (Don't) I be sideways on two toys, all the rappers call me Unc (Unc) Feasible, unheathable, the best thing that ever did it (Did it) Incredible like E. Jerome, you pitch it, I'm a hit it (Hit it) One of my youngsters just got popped with a thumper (Thumper) They tryna wash him, they talking football numbers (Football numbers) They tryna stop him, it's murk in the Ave (In the Ave) Take one of mine, I'm take three of theirs (Three of theirs) Some of you suckers can't take a lettuce from a cabbage (Cabbage) A coon from a plum, kangaroo from a radish (From a raddish) Look at my life, look at my guys, look at my fame (Look at my fame) Look at you guys, look at my eyes, look at my cane (Look at my cane) (Hook: Stressmatic x2) Block, block, block, block boi Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi ... Block, block, block, block boi Ride with a thing to put your head on a slab (Verse 2: Miko) M wanted this piece, already (Already) Squat a 33-year-old Chevy (Old Chevy) Replace everything, all in Heat Cherry (Yeah) So much chrome under the hood, straight scary Get my grown man on, Sacramento Valley On 22's, playboy vet rallies (Rallies) Tremendo, to the extreme, where I go Pimping I'm cleaner than a San Jose car show ... Hotter than Barstow in August Chevy Land love me, I'm year one flawless (One flawless) The law just, pull up beside me, give me the thumbs up I turn the beat up like "That's what up" Hah, studio tone, yadadamean Got us mobbed out, smacking like magazine (Like magazine) When I wanna roll deep, I gotta van (Gotta van) But right now, it's young Meek in the waterbed (Hook: Stressmatic x2) Block, block, block, block boi Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi ... Block, block, block, block boi Ride with a thing to put your head on a slab (Verse 3: E-40) Sick of turfs scorchers, smoking hot like a broken stove Me and my Filipinos, Tongans and Cholos ... On the soil, taking precaution On the roof, in the trees with the Latins, listening and watching, oooh ... Good grief, it's never been this ugly out here, we in some heavy beef They left his body in the streets for twelve hours Candlelight vigils, sidewalk funerals and flowers, oooh These youngsters aint listening, they disrespecting me Aint no OG's to holler at, no one to detonate, oooh ... Chemical babies, the parents smoking rocks Plus they aint never had a chance to know God (To know God) In my days, I was raised in the church Momma did what she could just to keep us off the turf (Keep us off the turf) ... But it aint no one to blame (But) But Noriega and Regan and rock cocaine (Hook: Stressmatic x2) Block, block, block, block boi Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi ... Block, block, block, block boi Ride with a thing to put your head on a slab |
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from E-40 - My Ghetto Report Card (2006)
(feat. Bun B, Pimp C of UGK, Juelz Santana)
[Chorus] white gurl [8x] I got dat whiiiiite gurl [3x] girl girl [8x] oooh I throw tha yola in tha pot let it simmer n bave add a lil bakin soda make it foam like after shave I like to serve my dope wet cuz it weigh a hella lot more u can smell the residue n the fumes from next do' turf superstar, microwaves n pickle jars potrtable digital scales, custom painted muscle cars pimpin where the razor blade? use a saftey pin what they goin fo'? nigga wutchu trynna spend? when its a drought, I jus sit on my dope n wait for the prices to sky rocket and rise like real estate I got dat icecream, that candy, that girl, that white white white my christler charger 2006 hemi tight tight tight im a d-boi (booch) I thought u knew jus like every other mother fucker in my crew bundle in the bushes, chop her up in the tree Ak will light up ur chest like ET [Chorus] [Juelz Santana] now let me introduce the world to my girl she white, she bright, she shines like a pearl and I aint talkin bout Lindsay Lohan im talkin bout that sniff, that blow man that 1 hit that will get u open might make ur nose bleed if it's potaint so if ur not ready, homie dont tamper with it she da chick who had Tony Montana slippin she so bad, she make u mad but soon as u get that, she make u cash (that white girl) but she aint always that light, she aint always that bright, she aint always that white gimme 1 girl, I mean 1 gram I'll teach u how to give a white girl a sun tan put it in that pot, till it get dat hot, then start tha Sir-Mix-Alot (ight) [Chorus] well down in the dirty.....south to be exact gettin money with white girls is a well known fact I like 'em black, brown, puerto rican or asian but nothin bring the bread back like a caucasian weather winter fall summer or spring the white gurls always down for doin the damn thing put her on the highway, she aint no punk gotta white girl drivin with white gurls in the trunk I aint lyin its the best thing goin when my white gurls around its always snowin mama cant stand her tellin me to switch sayin imma go to jail fuckin with that white bitch always around to keep me paid with some white girls on my team I got it made so if ur down on ur luck n got no money then do what I do go get u a snow bunny [Chorus] I got the pirex workin with the white girl in it its the dope super bowl n nigga im bout to win it ?? when we through with this badge we goin out to the bahamas I keep a silk braud wen im fuckin wit the hard cuz the never get stopped my the motha fuckin cops fools look hard but the bitches is fraud dont like to see me ball, want me to go rock from rock move around bitch u need to get out the way I keep a young suzi when its time to move yay u need to learn the game before u try to play like cab gone those laws will take u away so I keep me a snow bunny ridin in the front with a triple zillion head in a platnum cup u already know they eat nuts like a squrril lemme hit u in ur head n bust nuts in ur curl white girl |
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from E-40 - My Ghetto Report Card (2006)
T-Pain
Girl, I been shaking, sticking and moving tryna to get you and that booty Tryna get to you and that booty Tryna get to you and that booty Girl, I been shaking and acting a donkey tryna to get you and that monkey Tryna to get you and that monkey Tryna to get you and that monkey T-Pain Girl, he simping (Simpin) I walk up in the club with a limpin (Limpin) God listen, what you gonna do, with this pimpin What you gonna do, with this pimpin Girl, I'm a call ya (Call ya) Later on tonight or tomorrow ('Morrow), now follow What you gonna do, with this baller What you gonna do, with this baller E-40 What you gonna do when I bend the block (Bend the block) Pull up on that ass in a brand new drop (Brand new drop) Speakers on blast with tremendous knock ('Mendous knock) TV's in the dash, rims just won't stop You need to be down with a pimp like me I ain't turning down nothing but my collar, you see I'm a leave you with my number, you should holler at me Cuz I'm a baller, can't nobody hustle harder than me, oooh T-Pain Girl, I been shaking, sticking and moving tryna to get you and that booty Tryna get to you and that booty Tryna get to you and that booty Girl, I been shaking and acting a donkey tryna to get you and that monkey Tryna to get you and that monkey Tryna to get you and that monkey E-40 Oooh, your ass is right I ain't tryna let that pass me tonight I'ma put my bid in and tell you something slick Whisper in your ear while I'm holding my dick I don't mean no harm, it's the hood in me (Hood in me) Sipping on that Renshaw Hennessy (Hennessy) Psychedelic colors in my jewelry (Jewelry) Suckers hella jealous cuz you digging me, oooh Now what you gonna do mama I'm tryna dip later on, me and you mama I like the way that you groove and you move mama You know the women love me, I'm the 40 Water (40 Water) Popping my P's cuz I'm laced with game Nathen but the Yay flowing through my vein She wear Miss Sixty, can't fit in the Gucci Cuz her ass big enough to sit a cup on her booty (Goodness!) T-Pain Girl, I been shaking, sticking and moving tryna to get you and that booty Tryna get to you and that booty Tryna get to you and that booty Girl, I been shaking and acting a donkey tryna to get you and that monkey Tryna to get you and that monkey Tryna to get you and that monkey Kandi Girl Yeah I see you looking (Looking) But my ass in these jeans got you shook, and (Shook, and) I don't think you know what to do, with this pussy What you gonna do, with this pussy Yeah I know you want this (Want this) Tryna chase me through the club for this good shit (Good shit) But I don't think you can handle, this pussy What you gonna do, with this pussy E-40 You looking like you got that good gooshy, gooshy Fucking round with me, I beat the brakes off that pussy Have your ass cumming like a porn star movie Tell your friends and I bet they all wanna do me Hoes know me, I'm E-Fo-Oh (E-Fo-Oh) They recognize pimping when I step in the door (Step in the door) Higher than a satellite full of that dro (Full of that dro) Holla at a playa when you ready to go, oooh T-Pain Girl, I been shaking, sticking and moving tryna to get you and that booty Tryna get to you and that booty Tryna get to you and that booty Girl, I been shaking and acting a donkey tryna to get you and that monkey Tryna to get you and that monkey Tryna to get you and that monkey |
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from E-40 - My Ghetto Report Card (2006)
(feat. Al Kapone, Mike Jones)
[Intro / Chorus 2X: Al Kapone] Drank in my cup, blunt in my hand Hoes on my dick cause they know I'm da mayn! [3X] [E-40] Drank in my cup, blunt in my hand Hoes on my dick cause they know I'm the man I'm in the V.I.P. cause I'm very im-por-tant (tant) Unfortunately I see some niggaz I can't stand (I can't staind) So I stepped to them suckers and confronted 'em like I should We can settle this now or we can settle this in the hood Uhh, so what y'all wanna do? I got a hundred dudes We got a hundred tools, tryin to get on somethin new You married to the ave and still datin I'm loyal to my soil, I don't need no ultimatum Stop hatin, I ride with my crimeys in crime I grind with the gritty and grime, let's go! I'm buyin my yola, you gettin chronic I'm tryin to go out the park, you tryin to bunt it So you know if I drop it then it's a hit The game got it in my grip like a catcher's mitt [Chorus] [Mike Jones] Mike Jones, geyeah! Geyeah, Ice Age Entertainment Sick Wid It baby, geyeah! You know me I get that purple jelly in my cup, 84's rollin up Hoes know I'm the man, cause I'm always showin up My big bills so swoll that I can't even fold 'em up Big bills so swoll that I can't even fold 'em up Hold 'em up, who dat is representin the South With them diamonds in his mouth, know what I'm talkin 'bout Mike Jones, nigga in the streets I'm a king April 18th I'm droppin "The American Dream" I'm 'bout to shut down the game, my car shut down the lane E-40, Mike Jones and Ice Age Entertain' Gettin change, we grippin grain in the turnin lane with a cup full of mud, and a pocket full of change Mike Jones, I'm sittin sideways in my dropper Lookin out for coppers, checkin these boppers Mike Jones, 2-8-1, 3-3-oh 8-zero-zero-fo', holla at me, I got that [Chorus] [E-40 - echo each phrase] Uhhhh - actin bad.. showin my ass.. Havin my cash.. rappin fast.. Duke of the ave.. slangin them sacks.. Like a {?}.. smokin grass.. Blazin the block.. sellin that hot.. Slickin the cops.. pushin that rock.. Totin them chops.. open up shop.. Punchin the clock.. pistols cocked.. Havin my change.. drivin a Range.. Switchin the lanes.. hyphy train.. Claim to fame.. makin a name.. Deep in the game.. what set you claim.. Doin it movin.. hoes be choosin.. Cause we winnin.. and y'all losin.. Big tycoon.. drinkin pukin.. Niggaz feudin.. fightin shootin [Chorus] |
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from E-40 - My Ghetto Report Card (2006)
(feat. Too $hort, Budda)
[Hook] That's the call of my thugs when they step into the club They go Yeeeee! (Yeeeee) When you hit the prissy bitch from Vallejo or the Rich They holla Yeeeee! (Yeeeee) You can catch me in the traffic in the (?) Hollerin' Yeeee! (Yeeee) If you're stickin' like some static we gon' bust them automatics Like Yeeee! (Yeeee) [Verse 1 - E-40] My area code grows some of the best weed in the world, my ninja, we ain't no punk They say we need to take a bath in tomato juice 'cause we always smell like skunk Sloppy drunk, nine times out of ten, I ain't tryna see me Bendin' corners in my brand-new Dodge Durango Hemi Pimpin' a lot of ballers, always smokin' mister jolly lama Always pullin' me over and searchin' my fuckin' car Searchin' my gluteus maximus, flashlight in my draws Actin' like some batches is, thinkin' I got robbed Doin' it big, take a swig, sip a sip, twist the lid Smokin' spliff, aready been, pushin red, bout my nig Everybody wanna talk that talk, wanna walk that walk, wanna bark that bark Everybody wanna plot that plot, wanna drop that saw on the pillowtop I get a call from Young Bob, here up out my zone He said your Hillside nigga Ned on his way home I said well tell him to call me, I love his ass to death Any nigga hatin' he gon' take they last breath [Hook] [Verse 2 - Too $hort] (Biatch!) It's your partner from the town, mayne I see y'all doin' it big, we gettin' down mayne Yeah I fuck with the V, Richmond know me Wherever niggas ballin is where bitches gon' be You can go across the bridge, fuckin' with a bitch Don't matter which side, you'll be all up in some shit Before you know it, it ain't like it used to be Everybody got straps that shoot you or me I give a fuck about who, I don't even know you Wassup, yeah pimpin', I got my thang too And it's cooo, cause I know you know it I ain't even got a bullet, ain't even gotta show it Don't blow it, it's where the black man stinkin' I be layin' underground in a casket stinkin' If I slip, I gotta keep my poise You hear that 8 away bumpin' man, what's all that noise? [Hook] [Interlude - Budda] Get your head busted in, I'm not your boy or your friend Get your head busted in, I'm not your boy or your friend You say that, do that, pull that, shoot that Now where your crew at, what you gon' do now I'm a west coast nigga - Yeeee! (Yeeeee) I'm a east coast nigga - Yeeee! (Yeeeee) I'm a down south nigga - Yeeee! (Yeeeee) I'm a midwest nigga - Yeeee! (Yeeeee) [Hook] |
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from E-40 - My Ghetto Report Card (2006)
(feat. Al Kapone, Bosko)
(E-40 Talking:) Damn lil mama.........I aint gon' lie yo dome action is vicious....... Feels like I'm in yo pussy when you suckin' my dick...... (Chorus (Bosko) X2:) Feels like Im in yo pussay........when your suckin my dick........ Gimme Head Hoe (repeats all through chorus) (First verse (E-40)) Smack it up flip it, rub it down Feel so good when you go down town I like it when you moan and groan and make that sound I love to see your face when you do that frown Dont hold back just do yo job lick it up and down like corn on the cob Slob on my knob while yo pussy throb Gimme head till Im deader than a fuckin Doorknob Theraputic and healin, couldn't fight the feelin She pulled my dick back like a banana pealin' Her throat game platinum worth a million Put her on a track we can make a killin' She can wrap her whole mouth around a fireman pole Suck a tennis ball through a garden hose Low cut jeans like to show that flesh Pierced toungue ring big lips and breasts Extasy, Hennesy Broccoli, the remedy Late night creepin at the Embassy Im hard like Im out the penetentary Baby got back like a slab of ribs Dang near wanna make her have my kids Take her home let her meet my mom and dad Then introduce her to all my niggs Front back, side to side Gettin good head while Im in my ride Dip to the crib then we do it again Have a deepthroat contest you and your friends Like the 4th of July Im tryin to reach my peak Pull it out your mouth now its time to skeet Shoot it everywhere while Im beatin my meat In your face in your hair all over the sheets (Chorus x2) (2nd Verse (Al Kapone)) Up and down, in and out, Let me fuck you in yo mouth Slow, dome head, thats the type of shit Im talkin bout' Gimme dat, Gimme dat, Im so glad you into that If chewin's, what your doin, then you best believe Im comin back Black, White, Asian, and Latino don't discriminate Take it out, take it to the face, then ejaculate Freaky bitch, nasty bitch my nigg I swear she love this shit Dont trip pimpin she gon' swallow it if you bust in it Look into her eyes, she gon' cum, in the process Have her panties soakin' wet, try to make her choke on it Deep-throat action hard, dick is what Im packin' When she coughin, when she gaggin' she get pimp satisfaction.... Got a nigga weak, in the knees uh Speakin in another toungue, thank you mama cita Thats the way you freak her, Papita in her beak uh Feelin like that pussy let me stroke it a little deeper (Chorus x2) (Bosko x4:) Suck, suck it baby......suck all of me (Chorus x3) |
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from E-40 - My Ghetto Report Card (2006)
(feat. 8 Ball, Bun B)
[CHORUS] She say she love me she she say (she love me) she say she love but, all we do now is fucking fight [repeat 3x] [E-40] if I ask u rob that bank with me would u do it? would do ya time like martha stwert? would bust a nine would ya go back would ya put ya life on the line with me hit the dough track? (dough track) is ya down well ya beat a coch down? if a pimp couldnt swim would ya let a pimp drown? could stop naggin me about last night two wrongs dont make a right, all we do is fucking fight kiss and make up lay up all night, now bend over why I lay this pipe, while I beat the coochie up till the borad day light, she say she love me but when im in the studio she be gettin all lova (she say she love me) but I could get fuck bout cause im bout my money, bently cumma ridin jumma, money loans like cqcumbas, got that twig pushin fees frankisin do two three (two three) im bout my money hangin out the window throwing up the play boy bunny, aint never phony ima keep it moving man cause im always hungry lil mama what it is tell what it be?do u need a lil kim to a lil qulity time a lil bumpin an grind a lil wine and dime a lil movie, a lil money, some time a lil dochi kanbe, cheri, lou vatin a lil jewlery, why u mad why u always take it out on me why u always showing out in front company? [CHORUS] [8 Ball] man aint never seen one look like u cutie DAMN!! 5'2 with a nice round booty u was just my type and I could see it in yo eyes and I knew that from day one stayin up all night just chillin talkin bout what we going name our son, 24/7 hustlin the object to not being broke again,let me get ya whole pay check one time when I couldnt pay the rent, now look at ya baby benz with the lil tv and the crazy rims,big rocks on ya hand tell ya friends big daddy brought them,now on the otha hand here we go talkin bout where the fuck u been always in at the studio in another time zone tryin to to get rich,get u ? niggas mad u on my team cause they how u move them things, come home be a mama and a wife a freak in the bed baby,im trying to work why u gotta call 100 times like u craza dont play when the time is right we can go up in the air and go play wanna go play and stay here and love me everyday [CHORUS] [Bun B] now theres a stranger in my house and my bed fucking up my life and bread, playin mind games all in my head, sometimes I swear u wrost then the feds, u love a nigga then hate a nigga then u love again this shits confusin, in the streets hittin licks im winnin come home fucking with u and im losin, im bulit for drama but not this kind been slid befor but not this time, these years of viting this year hustlin u cant be fucking up this grind,now u been doing to much campin,bumpin ya gums and yapin and again in grown folk business and baby girl I just cant let that happen, I been out here spitin ths blood fuckin with cut throats to get this cake, but it swear it seem like the more I give ya u try to take my heart and my back ya tryin break,i aint crazy I see the signs, trying steal my light and my shine, u must be outta yo fucking mind,i just wanted to spoil ya ass and I guess I succeed, but now ya just to fucking concede if this is love I dont need it, you acting like you the pimp and im the hoe (hell no), man I swear the god if yo pussy want the bomb I would have left a long time ago BITCH!!! |
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from E-40 - My Ghetto Report Card (2006)
(feat. D.D. Artis)
[female singer - repeat in background] I'm just happy to be here! [E-40 over singer] Hard times, the struggle The ups and downs, the highs and the lows You know just goin through it man, ghetto politics Tryin to make a way out of no way I was the oldest, so I had to be, the daddy of the family Momma had to work three jobs, oooh Feet stickin through my shoes, skid marks in my drawers Garage sales and flea markets, we never shopped at malls No dental plan, no medikit - we poor like rain Colored folks think that castor oil cures everythang Pork chops and chicken, we like our food fried Hypertension, Prenavil pills and hydro-chlorizide Some of my family still living, some of my family died Health complications, natural causes and homicide Just tryin to survive, nothin to lose but plenty to gain Started hustlin, flea flickin and servin that candy cane Put all my cars in my lady name, as a true hustler should She had a 9 to 5, worked at Planned Parenthood While I was in the hood, up to no good with a hoodie over my head, tryin to outslick the feds Or should I say cops, at this point in time I only had rocks Went from a little a jelly jar up to a soup pot The fast quarter my negro, don't want the slow nickel I done seen yola the same color as peanut brittle I done seen hella people relapse I done seen my homey grandparents go back to crack How sick is dat? Beggin my loved ones to send some pictures Pray for me over the phone and read me some scriptures Oooh; it's gloomy out here, dark days ahead God got my back but the devil he want my head [Chorus: D.D. Artis] I'm just happy to be here right now Lot of my folks been locked up or laid down See I'm sayin I ain't shed no tears, no But I'm just happy to be here [E-40] Listen to this, oooooh The devil-me side know that some of y'all done seen it Somebody's momma washin her son or her daughter's bloodstain off the cement Wrong place at the wrong time, infiltrators drop a dime Mistaken identity, bullets start flyin in every direction, hit a pregnant teen, she passed But her baby live through a C-section I know it sound foul and sound hecka rude, it ain't cool But it go down like that sometime when you're funkin, and you're puttin down a move We heartless and shrewd in this day and age, it ain't the same Our parents need to beat us with a belt, like Poody Tang I be high like an airplane I be smokin and perkin, takin out anger and stress on the wrong person Re-uppin and coppin turf an' just servin the soil block Grittin tryin to put some gifts in my kid's Christmas stock' Ooooh - pour out some liquor and shed a tear For the homies that never made it and family that ain't here [Chorus] [D.D. Artis] So happy You know I'm happy to be Said I'm happy, so happy just to be here To beeeeeee, to beeeeeeeeeeee To beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee (I'm so happy) (Oh I'm so happy) I'm so happy to be, to beeeeeeee-heeeeeeeeee To beeeeeeeee (to be here) |
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from E-40 - My Ghetto Report Card (2006)
[Verse 1]
Heavyweight, a vet not an amateur (What else?) Looted up, I pushed pies like Marie Calendar (What you gonna do?) Shoot it up if I must, take over shop Get out the car and walk, sneak up on partner and do a dome-shot Ka-pow, ka-pow, ka-pow, ka-pow, oooh Then I blend into the crowd ... Hang with a bunch of hotheads, super hyphy and wild Tell your batch to stop asking about a player Get quiet about a player, can't fuck her right now, later I'm busy getting my paper and riding around in my scraper Interacting, networking and campaigning like Arnold Schwarzenegger Like McCormick's, I'm seasoned, I run my reason (You run your reason) Y'all think I'm starving, hell naw nigga, I'm eating (We eating) They barking like Dino, lying and cheating Keep jacking my lingo, one of these rappers gone end up leaking [Hook x4] Yay Area!! Like that, tell the people that 40 Water is back [Verse 2] We be to rap, what key be to lock (Key be to lock) Cut a quarter or two and bend the block (Bend the block) The West aint been the same without Pac So I, guess it's up to E-40 and Rick Rock, oooh ... Stunting... you hear 40 new shit, he on there coming You hear 40 new shit, he on there dumping Be all the women talk about, that nigga something, oooh (Where you born at?) Born and raised in the Yay (Uh huh) Got some folks in Lumpockets, Skeleton Bay ... Kilo grams I had to measure, finger on my heckler Having more paper... than a paper shredder, oooh Tycoon till I fall (Till I fall)... I don't sound like none of y'all (none of y'all) You getting independent scratch (Uh huh), just remember the nigga that taught you that [Hook x4] Yay Area!! Like that, tell the people that 40 Water is back [Verse 3] Oooh, (Who you loyal to?) Loyal to my soil Never leave the pound without my blessing oil (Uh huh) Cuz I surround myself with felons (What they do?) Pop inner-tubes and bust melons, oooh ... Hustlers... On the look-out for the racket-busters, on the look-out for the fools The racket-busters mean them people, them folks, them undercovers Never tell a batch what you up to (What she might do?) Cuz one day she might tell on you (And what else?) And you'll be sitting in the can (While she what?) While she fucking on your friends (Uh huh) Spending all your yaper (What else pimp?) Riding round in your scraper (What she giving?) Giving brains (Uh huh), all the hood homies run the choo-choo train [Hook x4] Yay Area!! Like that, tell the people that 40 Water is back |
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from E-40 - My Ghetto Report Card (2006)
[E-40]
I like this Rick Rock I don't be slackin in my mackin, I be doin it in a player fashion Makin it happen, speakers slappin, scootin and skatin and Cadillac'n I be, representin my region and pullin up in somethin decent Used to buy shit off the lot, but now lately I've been leasin Like the white man I've been thinkin, tryin to come up with a plan How to spend this dope money, buy some houses and some land Tryin to teach you niggaz somethin, tryin to lace you like a shoe Buy a couple of fixer uppers pimpin it ain't gotta be brand new I'm a boss about my shit, about the way I carry it The way I wear my glasses low, the way I sport my toothpick The way I pop it at a hoe, the way I utilize my mouth The way I keep my fuckin blowover over at a relative's house Beware of yo' surroundings, gotta handpick yo' cronies Gotta be about your allowance, and X out all the phonies Gotta watch out for them folks, gotta watch yo' conversations Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping [Chorus] (Aww shit, talk in pig latin, use the codes) They might be taping (Aww man, you think they taping?) Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping (Aww shit, they readin lips, cover your nose) They might be taping (Naw man, you think they taping?) Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping [E-40] 40 {?} an ounce of space, ain't even had time to wash my face I been in the traffic tryin to get it, I ain't got time to fuckin waste My money's short like I'm slippin, I'm tryin to smack it up and flip it I'm tryin to turn this thousand dollars into a quarter of a mill' ticket Some of you suckers be lyin to kick it, but that ain't the fuckin way Niggaz be sellin mo' wolf tickets than fake autographs on eBay My orangutangs'll growl, with our upside down smile We been doin it for a while, you can check my d-boy file I be fuckin 'em up like this man, I be killin 'em off like that Divin up in them hoes mayne and treatin them hoes like rats Niggaz don't really know that I'm so sincere about this here Niggaz don't really know that I got my name from drinkin beer Do a cauliflowered ear, me and my muskateers Come through with them choppers, let the lil' homey steer I like to dress up in my doctors, camouflage my real career But I'm really packin woppers, pistols rusty like Pam Grier [Chorus] [Interlude] "Taping, taping, taping-taping-taping" [2X] [E-40] They might be taping "Taping, taping, taping-taping-taping" [2X] [E-40] Gotta be careful on the phones cause them folks might be taping [E-40] I wish a motherfucker would, I'm still livin my second childhood My mentality, my frame of mind, all hood I'm in the local booth with my nine, breakin down a backwood Sippin on 40, drink cloud nine, try to get it while it's good In the heart of the soil, in the middle of the paint, where it ain't Where we park our cars on the grass, sell hop and push crank Where the dopefiends dig in our tracks and siphon gas from our tanks Where the biggest hypocrites in the church call themselves saints I don't gossip like bitches I mind my own fuckin business Dig yaper good money cause that sucker shit ain't nutritious I don't be burnin no bridges I'm a loyalist 'bout my riches Gumbo pots boil, good with the skillet like a chemist Steady long like a female weave, cooler than antifreeze Bust you in the toe like Eddie Murphy did DeLouise Act like you know what I represent, bitch please That powdered milk section 8 and that government cheese, hoe! [Chorus] [Outro - same as Interlude] |
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from E-40 - My Ghetto Report Card (2006)
[Chorus - E-40]
Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this [E-40 - Verse 1] When I told ya I had a white gurl I thought yall was gonna hurl Yall looked sick but the bitch still suck on my dick {ohh} But to all my niggaz in the pin and some wating to get it in I want all yall niggas to.... [Chorus - E-40] Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this [Doe - Verse 2] This is a discipline rap for my niggaz back in tha bin Tryin to hustle for the tin A discipline tracks for my niggaz that rap But now im back and I hope ya dont do that ... Soul is the heart of it I hope I can get every lil bit of it But sometimes ya gotta slow it down Like the few Mc's that do shows in my town Back in 2000 the rap game was lackin Like some of them rappers bringin two steps back in But today is the day for hunger in the game It aint bout the fame its all about the brains And if you got that and yo rhymes are phat Gone on head and do that But ya always gotta think ... Ohh u thought I stopped rappin Put yo money back in the bank on my rank im numba 1 You is numba 2 I dont know what cha gone do Ya gotta think it threw but too all my Mc's Back in the game this shit it like it was back in the day Im bout to thorw the fist all my hoes do ya head like this {ohh} [Chorus - E-40] Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this [E-40 - Verse 3] Check it out now My boy doe just ripped it Sip it smkoe it do sumthin wid it Get suppa sick wid it Girl im headin to tha south I really want u to head down south if u know what I mean Use ur mouth like ur in a bath ridin on a rath But to all my niggaz in the pin and some wating to get it in I want all yall niggas to.... [Chorus - E-40] Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this [Keak Da Sneak - Verse 4] Super hyipihe in this bitch smokin on da litch Throw that bitch right back in that nasty ass ditch X on my side slab on my phab my car shoot bullets Like the arm of donavaon mccnabb but think fast hoe 4-4 gone blow me and e-40 we got all the dough But my boy doe he git it to he hustlin at 14 Tryin to get a wagur too [Chorus - E-40] Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Now gas break dip dip, gas break dip dip Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this Do ya head like this, do ya head like this |
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from Snoop Dogg - Vato & Candy [single] (2006)
[Intro: features sample of an ice cream truck]
You want 'em? I got 'em.. drippin like water {*8X*} 원해? 다 내게 있어.. 물처럼 흘러내리지 [E-40] Uh! (the candy man!) E-40! Uh! (캔디맨!) E-40! [Snoop Dogg] Sticky icky! Snoop Dogg! 끈적끈적하게! Snoop Dogg! DPG, MC Eiht, Goldie Loc [E-40] E-40! Yeah... [Snoop Dogg] Talk to 'em nephew (the candy man!) 얘기해봐 조카야 (캔디맨!) Come on.. 이리 와.. [E-40] Narcotics is the death merchant. shipping and handling yola I supply 마약중독자는 죽음의 상인, 마리화나를 수입하고 처분하지 Time to get up and wipe the eye boogers out my eye (out my eye!) 일어나서 눈꼽을 뗄 시간 (뗄 시간!) What y'all tryna buy pimpin y'know it's kinda dry! 다 뭘 사려고 하는거야, 넌 좀 재미가 없는데! Yeah, I only gotta couple of pies left that'll last me through the year 그래, 내겐 올 한 해를 버틸만큼의 파이가 약간 있어 Yola, (ewwww!) ice cream caaandy! (What it do?) 마리화나 (ewwww!) 아이스크림 캔디! (뭘 하는건데?) Man that shit be comin in haaandy! 이봐, 이거 되게 간편하다고! (Ewwww!) It's real walkie talkie (What else?) (Ewwww!) 워키토키랑 같아 (그리고?) I got that from the DB's, my cousin.. work dirty! 내 사촌 DB's에게서 얻었지.. 지저분한 일을 하는 녀석! If you want 'em I got 'em, you hoping to cop it, you better be about yo' grit! (grit!) 원한다면 내게 있어, 넌 얻길 바라지, 그렇다면 강하게 밀어붙여봐 (붙여봐!) Devour any cowards, sours slippery at the lip (lip!) 겁쟁이들은 삼켜, 시큼한 액이 입술에 흘러내려 (내려!) Beast up, suck up to none, don't be no sucker (sucker!) 짐승의 등장, 다 빨아먹지, 바보처럼 굴지마 (굴지마!) Be a block monster, be a reputable motherfucker (motherfucker!) 거리의 괴물이 돼, 논란거리가 될만한 개자식이 돼 (개자식이 돼!) (Ewwww!) Real mash with my Spanish (Spanish!) (Ewwww!) 내 스페인어랑 붙어봐 (붙어봐!) If ain't about no gouda, potna you can vanish 만약 돈이 없으면, 파트너 이만 사라져줘 (Ewwww!) Don't get put up in yo' place (Ewwww!) 니 영역에서 쓰러지지 말고 Give me 40 feet and an ounce of space 1.2m만 떨어져있어줘, 1온스의 공간을 줘 [Chorus] You want 'em? I got 'em.. drippin like water {*8X*} 원해? 다 내게 있어.. 물처럼 흘러내리지 [Snoop Dogg over Chorus] Sticky icky icky! Ahh, ahh! 끈적끈적하지! 아, 아! You know I got that candy.. yeah! 내겐 캔디가 있지.. yeah! Boss Dogg, Snoopy D O dub Trip.. check game 자.. 들어봐 [Snoop Dogg] Now-A-Later's, gum drops, jelly beans Now-A-Later's, 껌, 젤리콩 Lollipops and triple beams 막대사탕과 마약 저울 Blue carpet, yeah that's the treatment 파란 카펫, 그래 이 정도면 적당해 Candy so sweet, got everybody eatin it 달콤한 캔디, 모두다 먹고 있지 Bigg Snoop Dogg, I'm the star of this Bigg Snoop Dogg, 이곳의 스타이지 So gone on and get yourself a bar of this 그러니 어서 내 랩 한 마디를 들어봐 No change man.. gimme the bucks 변한 건 없어.. 돈을 내놔 The kinda candy I sell they call it deez nutz 내가 파는 캔디를 그들은 Deez Nutz라 부르지 (DEEZ NUTZ!!!) I'm almond with the caramel insides (DEEZ NUTZ!!!) 나는 속에 카라멜이 들어간 아몬드 You were playin front end with the french fries 넌 프렌치 프라이를 가지고 앞에서 알짱거렸지 How it feel man? What it look like? 어떤 기분이야? 어떻게 생겼어? I'm in your neighborhood, pullin on some Bud Light 난 니 동네에 와서 Bud Light를 마시고 있어 Sweet and sticky, take it out the wrapper 달콤하고 끈적거리지, 포장지를 벗겨 Now put it in your mouth 이제 니 입 속에 넣어봐 To the beat of the drum, it'll be fun 드럼 비트에 맞춰서, 재밌을거야 and I bet you can't just eat one (Candy!) 하나만 먹고 관둘 수도 없을걸 (캔디!) [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg over Chorus] Oh... candy! You want it, we got it, we got it! 오... 캔디! 원하잖아, 우리에게 있어, 우리에게! Heh heh.. yeah! MC Eiht... Goldie Loc War Zone.. who got that candy? War Zone.. 누구에게 캔디가 있나? Come on... 이리 와... [MC Eiht] I'm in the hood with the six-trey candy paint 난 캔디색 차를 타고 동네를 돌아다녀 Lil' somethin to chunk, make the hoes all faint 특별한 매력, 여자들은 기절하지 If you know when to beep, jump my baby rate 호출할 시간대를 알고 있다면, 내게 연락해(?) When I grip round her butt, I hold her steady 그녀의 엉덩이를 잡고, 가만히 있지 Yeah.. she my one and only 그래.. 그녀는 나의 유일한 사랑 Quick to keep back haters who don't know me 나를 모르는 안티들은 뒤로 물러서 I... feel... good about candy (Candy!) 난... 캔디가... 아주 좋아 (캔디!) My gangstas understand me 갱스터 친구들도 이해하지 [Goldie Loc] Shake it baby, don't break it baby, now can you make it clap? (clap!) 흔들어 베이비, 부러뜨리지 말고, 큰 소리가 나게 해볼래? (clap!) Tryna fit this work in your gap (gap!) 니 틈새로 들어갈 기술을 발휘해 (발휘해!) Drop it like it water pagoda, get my hustle on 마치 물처럼 흔들어봐, 난 접근할게 I get it from you then I step on you to bubble on 네 모든 것을 가져가고 자극시켜 It's gettin sweeter than a sugar cane 지팡이 캔디보다도 달콤해지지 Here come that sugar daddy, black, rollin on gold thangs 여기 달콤한 남자가 간다, 금을 걸치고서 다가가 Fo'shigiddy, he turned it into somethin, boy 확실하게, 그는 뭔가 특별한 걸 만들었지 'Cause I can't leave this filthy game without my Almond Joy (Candy!) 나도 내 Almond Joy 없이 이 더러운 게임을 떠날 수 없어 (캔디!) [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg over Chorus] Ooohhhwwweee! Heh heh heh, yeah! It's so tasty! Aiyyo Daz! Kurupt! 정말 맛있지! Aiyyo Daz! Kurupt! DPG! I know y'all got that candy man! DPG! 너네들에게도 캔디가 있지! Gimme some of that candy man 캔디를 약간만 떼줘 Talk to me one time! For real, for real... 한 번 내게 얘기를 걸어봐! 정말로, 정말로... [Daz Dillinger] 'It's like candy, candy!' Get it how you want it '마치 캔디 같아, 같아!' 원하는 대로 가져봐 Whip it, twist it, pop your whip up on the corner 휘두르고, 꼬고, 네 차를 구석에서 몰고 나와 While I, taadow, check out this bizarre 그동안 난, taadow(?), 이 이상한 장면을 봐 The D-A-T the N-I double G, the D-A-Z D-A-T the N-I G 두 개, the D-A-Z Again it's up in the wind, feel the breeze for shit 다시 한 번 바람에 맞서네, 산들바람을 느껴 God damn! You already know who I am 젠장! 내가 누군지 넌 벌써 알잖아 Chrome on chrome, blue on blue, frost colors switches 크롬 대 크롬, 파랑 대 파랑, 보석 장식의 스위치 Hit the gas, hit the brake, y'all really burn rubber? 엑셀을 밟아, 브레이크를 밟아, 타이어는 태워봤나? Dip, drop, drop, dip *움직이는 걸 표현한 거에요. 어떻게 표현해야할지 난감하군요-_- Stop, dip, ghost ride the whip! 멈춰, dip, 유령처럼 차를 몰고 달려! [Kurupt] Yeah, nigga.. shot caller 그래, 친구.. 총격전을 일으켜 It's America's number one baller 미국의 제일 가는 갱스터 Man I don't give a fuck.. like, 'Fuck it' 난 아무 것도 신경쓰지 않아.. '좇까' High riders.. slide in the bucket 레벨 높은 녀석.. 이 안으로 들어와 Little momma all up on a nigga like a coat 마치 코트처럼 남자를 감싸는 아가씨 I got the perfect thang that'll coat her throat (Candy!) 나도 그녀의 목을 감쌀 좋은 물건을 가지고 있지 (캔디!) [Chorus w/ two extra lines] [Snoop Dogg over Chorus] Candy! So tasty.. candy, candy! 캔디! 아주 맛있지.. 캔디, 캔디! Yeah! Ha ha! Yeah nigga, we got that candy man 그래! 하하! 그래 임마, 우리에게 캔디가 있어 We don't sell it at the liquor store either man 그냥 술집에서만 파는 게 아냐 We sell it everywhere we go 가는 곳마다 팔아제껴 Holla, holla! (Candy!) 안녕, 안녕! (캔디!) Three thousand motherfuckin pieces, you understand me? 3000 조각으로, 알겠어? I wish a motherfucker would come in this motherfucker 그 개자식이 이 노랠 들었으면 좋겠군 If I see Suge right now, I'd tell him, 'Hey, how you doin Suge?' 만약 지금 Suge를 본다면, 말해주겠지, '이봐 요즘 어떻게 지내 Suge?' {*laughing*} I didn't even know you were standing there nigga 거기 니가 서있었는지 몰랐어 My bad! 미안! |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment (2006)
You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (uh, the candy man caaan) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (e-fo’ty) You want em’ I got em’ (sticky-icky) Drippin like water (Snoop Dogg) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (DPG) … You want em’ I got em’ (MC Eight) Drippin like water (Goldie Loc) You Want em’ I got em’ (E-FO’TY) Drippin like water’ You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (Talk to em nephew) (the candy man caaan) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’(CANDY) [E-40] Narcoticvizzmender meth Merchant Shipping and Handling your life supply Time to get up and wipe the eye boogers out my eye Whatcha yall trying buy pimpin you know its kinda dry here I only got a couple of pies left to last me through the year Ooo Ice Cream Caandy, Man that shit be coming in haaandy. It’s real walky talky, I got that from the db’s my cousin, Work Dirty if you want it I got it we offer to Cop or be up out your grip devour any Coward sour slippery at the lip Beast up, suck up to none, no be no sucka Be a block monster be irreparable mother fuckaa (mother fuckaa) Real Manish with my Spanish. If it aint bout no cuta partner you can vanish Don’t get put up in your place Give me 40 free, then a Ounce a Spaceee(CANDY) (ounce a spaace) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (CANDY) (Sticky-icky-ickyyyy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (CANDY) (you know I got that candy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (yeah) You Want em’ I got em’ (boss dogg) Drippin like water’ (CANDY) (snoopy d o dubb) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (trip) You Want em’ I got em’ (check, gang-gang..gang) Drippin like water’(CANDY) Now or laters, gum drops, jelly beans Lollypops and triple beams Bluecarpet yeah that’s the treatment Candy so sweet got everybody eating it [Snoop Dogg] Big snoop Dogg.. Im the star of this.. So gone and get your self a bar of this No change mane.. Gimmie the bucks The kinda candy I sell, they call it Deeez nuts (deez nuts) Im on it wit the carmel insides You up here, front end, wit the French fries How it feel man? What it look like? Im in your neighborhood pulling on some bud light Sweet.. n’Sticky Take it out the wrapper.. Now put it in your mouf To the beat of the drum it’ll be fun and I bet you cant just eat one (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (CANDY) (candy-candy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (you want it? we got it) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’(CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (MC Eight) Drippin like water (Goldie Loc) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (warzone) Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ (who got that candy?) Drippin like water (CANDY) [MC Eight] Im in the hood with the 6-trae Candy Paint Lil’ something some to choke make the hoes all faint and you know when there beef, jump my baby brake when my grip round the butt I hold her state JYeaaah….She my one and only Quick to kick back haters who don’t know me I.. feel.. Good.. About (CANDY).. my gangsters understand me [Goldie Loc] Shake baby don’t break it baby now can you make it clap clap? trying to fit this work in your gap gap.. Drop it like water I gotta get my hustle on I get it from ya then I step on it to bubble on.. (bubble on) It’s getting sweeter than a sugar cane.. Here come that sugadaddy Lack rollin on gold fangs Fo’shiggity we turn it into something boy cause I cant leave this filthy gang without my almond joy(CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (ooooooo-weeeeee) Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ (yeah) Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (so tastyy) Drippin like water (hey yo Daz..) You want em’ I got em’ (Corrupt..) Drippin like water (CANDY) (DPG..) You want em’ I got em’ (I know yall got.. Drippin like water ..that candy man) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water(CANDY) (gimmie some of that candy mane) You want em’ I got em’ (talk to me one time) Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ (for real) Drippin like water(CANDY) [Daz Dillinger] It’s like Candaaayy.. (candaay) Get How ya want it, Whip it, Twist it, POP You whip up on a corner Wah-lah, Tah Dah, Check out this bizarre The D-A-T-N-I double G The D-A-Z Again is up in the wind, feel the breeze FA SHEEZ God damn, you already know who I am Chrome on Chrome, Blue on Blue Floss color switches, hit the gas hit the break yall really burn rubber Dip.. Drop.. Drop.. Dip.. Stop.. Dip.. Ghost ride the whiiiiip [Corrupt] Yeah.. _______Shot caller It’s America’s #1 baller Man I don’t give a fuck, Like fuck it. High, Bye, Slide in the bucket little mama all up on a nigga like a coat I got the perfect thang, to coat her throat (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (candy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (so tastyy) Drippin like water (candy-candy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (haha, yeah nigga) Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ (we got that candy mane) Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (we don’t sell it at the liquor store neither) Drippin like water (we sell it everywhere we go) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water .. (like water…) …. (CANDY) |
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from E-40 - Charlie Hustle/ Blueprint Of A Self-Made Millionaire (2000)
[E-40]
Mobb that shit out nigga! Bosko, mobb that shit, BEYOTCH! Mobb shit (mobb shit) We invented this shit (what'd we do?) Boy I helped pioneer this Boy I helped pioneer this.. .. HOE BEOTCH! I'm irkin; head spinnin dome swervin mergin to the right to the left, see three, hallucinatin Stoned ain't got a lick but a bra protection on my phone therefore that'll make it this that much easier for anybody with a computer that got the right data information software to CLONE, clone it off the streets - how much? Basshead dis down playa price boy a hundred piece (hundred piece) Shit I don't figure dat dere ain't no mo' worse than clonin sheep Just understand, I dub this for my weeples More hair on my face than my daddy do (daddy do) I guess it's them steroids that they been puttin in our food (in our food) Shit the man behind the counter at the liquor store asked him for ID before he get to askin me and if he ask me for ID then I'ma get ?? bitch to use some of that swindlin ass fast-fast talkin con man ?? in the ghetto urban reverse psychology Niggaz got it tough out here; tough out here, it's rough Niggaz got it rough out here; nigga out here it's tough Chorus: E-40 (repeat 2X) Let's hit the weed spot, let's hit the L.I.Q. Let's hit the liquor sto', let's hit the L.I.Q. Let's hit the house party, let's hit the L.I.Q. "Pull up sideways, doin about a buck-fifty" [E-40] "Hello my friend!" Whassuper dude? Give me a pack of sunflower seeds and a box of larger size Magnum rubbers A generic lemon squeeze lime juice and a bottle of Goldschlager A pack of licorice, lick-em-and-lock-em Zig-Zags a hard boiled egg and a pickled pig feet (pickled pigs feet) Shit I gotta do as much f**kin and partyin as I can I gotta go turn myself in next week (BEOTCH) I'm up all night - playawhatchagonnabedoin? Up in somebody's ?? layin pipe Bitchbetalkinaboutsuin and try to accuse yo' ass of rape; cause you rap Sa' HOE, I ain't even tryin to entertain that See I dip in mo' holes than a golf ball Pussy fallin all out of my Granada Squabs in Kansas City, squabs in Colorado Learned how to pop my collar in the city where they shot The Mack Dem were some of the players that helped tie my shoes and lace me name was Curtis and B.O. Well whaddya know? Doo doo dirt clucks ?? Messy and tap that ass fool we in hella mo' (BEOTCH) Bitch-ass niggaz like B-Legit and ?? ?? and Mac-Shon, mack D-Shot and Lil' Bruce - BEOTCH! Chorus [E-40] On the dope track where the bassheads be comin through I see more killings and more hop than the kangaroo My baby's momma she stink, she on that glass dick Be crawlin all on the RUG lookin for that shit! Hogan High School prom queen right? On her hands and knees pickin up lint and anything that's white That's how you can tell that a dopefiend's gone psycho when they get to hah.. lookin all out the curtains with they high beams On the corner, be that dice game unfoldin (what happened?) One of my dudes, SERIOUSLY, he rollin then a couple of fools pull up and went for theirs a-course with intentions of splittin my wig but it wound up gettin reversed I left they kite flyin, down for the grind, witnesses dissolve A prime example of bad karma, Murphy's Law If you gon' be a fool then be a fool, shit But just know when to act a fool and who to act a fool with! Chorus [E-40] Hoeeeeeeeeee! SHIT! "I don't care, call the cops.." Mob shit "I don't care, call the cops.." Mob shit'll never fall Mob shit gon' always sell through, smell that? What mob shit do? "I don't care, call the cops.." All mob shit do is quadruple I'm in this bitch, irkin like a motherf**ker "I don't care, call the cops.." F**kin shit, BEOTCH! "I don't care, call the cops.." Yeah that's that shit "I don't care, call the cops.." See that's that shit that get a nigga krunk, right there That's that shit that'll get a nigga buck, on they hoe ass Mobb that shit out nigga! Bosko, mobb that shit - they ain't knowin Oooo-eeee-oooh, see I spit that shit too look here Oooo-eeee-oooh, make the shit go like this here Oooo-eeee-oooh... |
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from E-40 - Charlie Hustle/ Blueprint Of A Self-Made Millionaire (2000)
I'm in my Fubu drawers, she in her gown
Is it some cats tryin'a have at me or is it the canine and the batteram Plannin' on splittin' my crown but it ain't gone be too simple See I'm a baller, I've got bars around the windows, Rottweilers, pits, Akitas Doberman Pinchers taped up in the yard With a sign on the fence that reads Warning ? Beware of Dogs Leap like a frog if you feel froggish, nigga leap Like to neglect my dogs, starve ‘em, sometimes they don't eat Elroys questioning me about my triple beam ? officer, I got proof! Po-Po! That's for weighing nuts and fruits! Run with a whole bunch of rugged-ass rowdy knuckleheads ? know what I mean Big niggas ? the size of a football team I wear these glasses so I can look like a square but if you ever see me in a fight with a bear, don't help me, nigga help the bear! Me and my whales, we be coonin' ? but see you the type of nigga that go in the back room and Beep yo'self and act like yo' pager's boomin (B-LEGIT COMMENTARY) I'll have you know ever since I was ankle low to a centipede's toe I always wanted to flow play pro baseball Weepolization family, that's my favorite sport But instead I'm back and forth to jail and in and out of court Serious about my rock shrine I don't give a fuck how much courage juice you had, nigga yo' mug don't mean like mine - I bring the noise like a cymbal I fuck with 40 nem, make ya stick yo' pistol out the window Y'all otta see me at the state fair showin' off in front of my broad tryin'a win my little nieces One of the biggest stuffed animal prices there Nickname is Charlie but my street name is EARL! Ballaholic like Felix Mitchell newphew little Darryl I know the streets like the task force know dope I am the streets my ghetto pass can't be revoked Ten percent I pay my tithe forgive me for my sins Smoke a ounce a weed a day maybe that's why I ain't got no wind (B-LEGIT COMMENTARY) You can call me Lawry's cause I'm seasoned I eat crevey ? but not when it's bleedin' Don't get me wrong I love sex but I don't play that part I love Virginia ? but not when the Virginia's tart And if it's good then I might Dolce & Gabbana it Gave yo' ass some bread and let you go buy up some shit Callin' yo'self takin' advantage of my riches I'm tryin'a be nice to yo' ass, I normally talk bad about you bitches Inducted into the hall of game back in the via Notorious for slappin' chicken heads upside they weava wit my nokia Mayday mayday I can't call it all patrol cars and units be on the lookout for the hillside finagler forty water the ballaholic I'd rather fly than ride Amtrak! When I'm in Dallas I fuck with C-Bo and Go Hard Black Maka opera singer want to write some raps I'm papered uuup! (like who?) Like a fax (B-LEGIT COMMENTARY) If you's a ballaholic…you's a baller. |
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from E-40 - Charlie Hustle/ Blueprint Of A Self-Made Millionaire (2000)
Oooooh, E-40, get breaded, get breaded
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from E-40 - Charlie Hustle/ Blueprint Of A Self-Made Millionaire (2000)
[E-40]
Uh, you in a new school whip custom painted candy apricot butter I'm in an antique oldschool four door muffler draggin' beat up duster Wit scrapes and scratches, nicks and scars Y'all git to drink out of wine glasses, we gotta drink out of jelly jars Down and out like four flat tires no washing machine nor dryer Just ah pillow sack and ah bunch of clothes wrapped in a sheet on our way to the laundrymat Will I ever get paid, can I make a dollar out of fifteen cent Y'allz got it made, we broke and starvin' barely payin' the rent Sleepless nights, alligator tears Mommy arguin' wit my daddy, daddy drunk too many beers 911 Mr.Po, Po dey ain't happy wit day marriage Pops tryn'a beat her down and make her have a miscarriage My cousin shoots the needle, she be gone for days She on that da ah diesel, she gone end up wit aids I told her I love her but you know what she said to me Everybody got a gay or atleast one dope fiend in they family You ain't the only one wit a reject in yo family That's real |
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from E-40 - Charlie Hustle/ Blueprint Of A Self-Made Millionaire (2000)
[E-40]
Freak nasty super bad, earring in her tongue Smell good, Prada bag, angel perfume cologne I'm tryin to have me that, lipstick by Mac Make like a car accident, hit her from the back My fetti might be salty but my game ain't damp, see I be hood(?) but the only cheese I ever had, was from the goods and man that was divided among (?) brothers and sisters Raised without a dad Basically we was supposed to be have to make good but what we hadn't (?) get the gat from one of my (?) on the tough, Uncle Bruce(?) Hustle in my veins and lungs, sucker pump Chickenheads squash through my hood, with good intentions but always end up sparkin antennas on bus benches Watchu know, whatchu say, what's the sco'? Is it a go? Then you with me after the show You smell? We hit the hotel, and knock boots Taught me some thangs, like who? Like Dr. Ruth HEY!! (HEY!!) HOE!! (HOE!!) All up in the kitchen on the flo', feel the mantra Chorus: repeat 2X {sung} Do what you do good, cause you know what you know good Do what you do good, cause you know what you know good [Do what you know good] [E-40] Uhh, rappers sport my style like they sport clothes then have the nerve to say they made it up, now that's some hoes That ain't no stickin to the rules and regulationship That ain't no man if he can't admit he grew up on The Click On the East they got hot dogs and pretzel stands On the West they got tacos and burrito vans In the South, it's (??) and briscuit What about the Midwest? The midwest, dey just love to kick it! Top shelf, ghetto tycoon the area sponsor Can't be seen, like Bigfoot, and the Loch Ness Monster Dialin for dollars paper route and money counters Scrilla scratchin paper chasin poppin collars Chorus [singer] Do what I know good I kick it in the hood real good Smoke real fat big blunts Sticky-ickies to the lil' krunks Thirty-one double-eight-seven, that's nine-eleven Act like you're livin [E-40] I ain't no Captain At the bar, signin autographs on napkins Ball til we have it all - bartender talkin about "Last call for alcohol!" I'm bout to get to, mashin on that (??) if we don't get no mo' (??) throw glasses at that Moesha fag and I'm walkin up out the do', step stuck and stutterin Didn't even screw up and hit the floor If I woulda fell, it woulda been embarassing Full of that there liquor, walked into a closet But I'm a king size nigga, baby pull my coattail! And just.. Chorus |
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from E-40 - Charlie Hustle/ Blueprint Of A Self-Made Millionaire (2000)
[E-40]
Ghetto celebriteeeeeee... ooooh |
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from E-40 - Charlie Hustle/ Blueprint Of A Self-Made Millionaire (2000)
Chorus: D-Shot, E-40
We gangsterous, we gangsterous (gangsterous) We gangsterous, we gangsterous (gangsterous) We gangsterous, we gangsterous (gangsterous) We gangsterous, we gangsterous (gangsterous) (D-Shot) Well let me start again with a stiff chin, go 'head and take one I just begun, to break yo' ass off a lump sum with double (??), I got a (??) in the garage And ready to mob, so get the fuck up out of Dodge before I trip, and slap yo' ass with this new grip One slip of the tongue'll get your monkey ass hung Two lungs is what it takes to inhale the dank and one cap is all it takes to put you in the paint (The Mossie) So beware, to stare, in the glare, of this infrared You dread the day we pull out the glock display One way, is what your headed down, we got the pound So bow down, and give me the ball because we on the mound Pitchin heat, finsta treat you to this gangster shit Break a bitch, hog niggaz take a shit Pitchin heat, finsta treat you to this gangster shit Break a bitch, hog niggaz take a shit Chorus (E-40) Wha-da-da-dey, wha-da-da-da-dang Hustlin on the thirteen-hundred block slangin 'caine Call (??) bitch (??) (??) (??) with walkie-talkies and po-po scanners on the lookout for the pigs I make long bread, I brought big cars Everybody know the hustle, it's like I'm a movie star but in the middle of the night, out the mouth they foam Jumpers be knockin on my bedroom window with they cats with they friendly spook on talkin about "Can I borrow some fetti? Loan me a dimepiece til the first" and I be like, you mean to tell me yo' uppity ass ain't got no money in yo' purse? "Nah but I got a Bic" A Bic? Some dopefiend matches, a little bit of that and she'll suck yo' dick She's a bootch, she fat, she out there bad I promise you somethin proper Lil' Diva, the devil pleaser The neighborhood head doctor, I give a FUCK about a chickenhead cluck I'm tryin to get papered up, I'm gangsterous Chorus (The Mossie) We import chickens from the Japanese Drop 'em off to the young homies If they come up short, we breakin knees, spines and spleens Killers on the team greated at the age of thirteen By all means makes niggaz buy cream from us Triple beam dreams is a motherfuckin must We slide through in a tough, black Expedition truck If a nigga cross game they get ripped and bucked (D-Shot) Buck 'em up, lay 'em down nigga, we for the figures If your money bigger, we got yo' head behind the trigger Cough it up nigga, we want the combo to the safe Give it up nigga, before I catch a murder case (The Mossie) (??) it up nigga, ain't no survivors so realize it A half a ki, in the trunk is all mine, so penalize it I hit the block, serve a flock of that, good white girl Bust 'em down, bag 'em up and serve the whole damn world |
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from Too $hort - Pimpin' (2006)
[E-40 + girl]
[E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo! [girl] I need a player just like you [E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo! [girl] I need a hustler just like you [E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo! [girl] I need a gangster just like you [E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo! [girl] I need a baller just like you [E-40] Dem your friends over there? Nah! Who you with then, nobody? That's what I figured Sittin at the bar, pervin all by yourself Gettin nice and liquored You said - truuue, I'm havin problems with my dawg And I said - oooh, my broad just left me for a broad We in the same boat foxy lady lil' momma pretty woman I'm beginnin to think we got somethin in common Confirmation, verification, lack of communication in our relationship Drama (drama) just picture me and you gettin our freak on in the sauna (sauna) Stress free without no rubbers or no condoms (condoms) That's the real, treatin each other, crustaceans, {?} or Benihana's No more 7/11, time for real chimichongas Sheeeit, f'real f'real, we'll change the program up so quick [E-40 + girl] [E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo! [girl] I need a player just like you [E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo! [girl] I need a hustler just like you [E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo! [girl] I need a gangster just like you [E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo! [girl] I need a baller just like you [Too $hort] I see her choosin, it won't take me long I got too much game, so I cain't be wrong Ain't no safety zone, for a bitch when I'm around I lead her anywhere and go pimp her by the town I'm Too $hort baby that's what I do You wanna play all the broads, but I do too You know the rules of the game, take my hoe, ain't no shame Cause I can do the same thang You wanna sleep wit her, be sneaky and try to creep wit her She take his cash and he let her Not knowin, I was gon' get it all You love the way we players ball [E-40 + girl] [E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo! [girl] I need a player just like you [E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo! [girl] I need a hustler just like you [E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo! [girl] I need a gangster just like you [E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo! [girl] I need a baller just like you [Too $hort] She like them paid niggaz, let 'em have they way wit it She like them baller niggaz yaeh you know we all hit it She like them real G's who treat her like she's filthy She like to keep the square even though she still be fuckin with that other nigga, that's what she likes Niggaz packin pistols [E-40] Niggaz ridin bikes Rated PG if you keep on the lights You ain't gotta work hard, you his wife Fight in clubs and I'm lookin at the price Nails and toes, get some done Not his kid but he calls him son I don't know what you did but you got him sprung Never me doe (me doe) I'm hard as a diamond That ain't me hoe (me hoe) I'm a hustler be timin to the utmost (utmost) shinin and grindin with my kinfolk (kinfolk) collectin and stackin my loot Steppin with soldiers and trues, pimpin and panderin hoes Strikin a player pose (strikin a player pose) [E-40 + girl] [E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo! [girl] I need a player just like you [E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo! [girl] I need a hustler just like you [E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo! [girl] I need a gangster just like you [E-40] I need some cootie cootie coo! [girl] I need a baller just like you - 1/2 [Outro] That's what she is A funky, once a month bleedin, dirty down BITCH That what she is, you know what I'm sayin? Like you call me a pimp Somebody somebody would take that offensively A square would, you know what I'm sayin? Or some, some brothers get mad cause you say nigga Right? Well the bitch, to her At least to, to my hoes, that's more of a, a pet name |
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