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from 제리케이 - 연애담 : 생각해 볼만한 사랑 이야기 [digital single] (2012)
H o o k
왜 또 다시 우린 다투고 있는 건지 왜 또 다시 우린 싸우고 있는 건지 왜 또 다시 우린 이러고 있는 건지 왜 또 다시 왜 또 다시 왜 또 다시 V e r s e 1 무슨 말을 해야 할까 어떤 답을 내야 할까 어떻게 지금 이 기나긴 침묵을 깨야 할까 “잘못했어 내가 다 잘못했어” 라고 말하면 뭔지나 알고 그런 말을 하냐는 너 잘 모르겠어 시험 시작, 과목은 미로 같은 니 맘 시험지를 펴봐 예상 못한 문제들만 가득 어떤 보기를 찍어봐도 오답 떨어지는 점수만큼 멀어지는 걸까 우리 둘 사이의 공간 이제 꽤 멀어졌어 꼭 붙어 있던 우리 둘의 간격 계속 벌어졌어 첨엔 좋았어 너와 내가 같아서 근데 알고 보니 우린 같은 S극의 자석 오늘 애써 너를 잡아놔도 내일은 또 저만치 멀어져서는 또 눈물자국 남은 내 전화기 화면을 닦아내며 다른 시험문젤 풀겠지 도무지 모르겠는 질문에 밑줄만 긋겠지 R e p e a t H o o k V e r s e 2 무슨 말 때매 더 큰 상처를 누가 더 받는가로 경쟁이라도 하듯이 어린애처럼 굴지 우린 어떤 말을 하든지 서운해 할 준비 가장 슬픈 방향으로 받아들이곤 울지 먼저 전화 끊을라치면 말하기 싫은 거냐고 Cafe에서 나가자 하면 집에 가고 싶은 거냐고 결혼 얘기에 머뭇거린 1초 때매 넌 토라져 나중 일은 모르는 거 아니냐고 하면 날 떠날 거라고 그렇게 생각하고 그렇게 맨날 싸워 그렇게 애가 타서 화해해도 다시 다퉈 다시 다시 또 만나서 몇 시간째 대화 나눠 또 웃고 바래다 주는 길에 또 하.. 무한반복 저 loop 버튼 좀 꺼줘 난 다음 track으로 넘어갈래 내 심장이 이 답답한 창문 좀 열어달래 니가 뭐라고 하든지 다 받아주고 싶지만 말처럼 안돼 할 말 있어 나와줘 지금 집 앞으로 갈게 R e p e a t H o o k V e r s e 3 터벅 터벅 터벅 걸어가는 나 터벅 터벅 터벅 걸어가는 나 터벅 터벅 터벅 걸어가는 나 저기 터벅 터벅 걸어오는 너를 보고 네게 하려고 했던 모진 말들은 다 까먹었어 차갑고 냉정하게 먹은 맘 바꿔 먹었어 널 와락 끌어 안고 그냥 사랑한다고 널 알아가면 알수록 더 잘하고 싶다고 내가 너와 같은 극이라서 서롤 밀어내는 중이라면 그렇게 지구 한 바퀼 돌아서 니 등 뒤에 딱 붙을 거라고 니가 내는 시험에서 백 점 맞도록 공부해 볼 테니까 지켜줘 너의 다른 이름 “나의 girlfriend” |
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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. 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)
[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)
[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. 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)
(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 - The Mail Man (1994)
[Computer voice]
Where's the party at [Verse 1] Forget it man, I can't lie I'm drunk as a skunk but I'm nothin' funk I shoots the game, the gift I spit The gift of gab boy, the gift is ripped Deal with the skill that makes ya feel it Those that don't wanna feel it need to kill it Knows that I can giddy go When it's time to get on the M-I-C-R-O-P-H-O-N-E It's me the hustler 40 With them raggedy seperaters as if it was funky A brother like me don't hang around no suckers that be faulty I be puttin' the group up in the boot Be puttin' the peas up in the pod Left the cookies in the jar, now I'm a rap star The rapologist, I pull a 40 out of my ball cap Then I bust ya down side of this Cause partner ain't never been no punk in this I'm so serious brother, I got meals, wheels And about seven thousand dollars worth of bills Givin' up deals, hills let em' go for a lil' nothin' As I showcase my skills for real [Hook x2] There's a party over here, a party over there A party everywhere...put ya hands up There's a party over here, a party over there A party everywhere [Verse 2] Pullin' up in the club about eleven I plays my feet and hit the beat and kept it revvin' I got a lil' doja that I'm fixin' to break down Roll em' up in a zag, lick em' stick em' and clown I'm fully dig with a dick, my game is on hit I got tipped so I tip cause I'm livin' with this Game tight with the knack, I'm pullin' in scratch They better have a tight grip on they stuff cause I'm bout to snatch Your batch if she wants it she'll be mine in the Cutlass Puffin' on some of this chronic while I'm gettin' straight laced Heard about the drought season, they be lookin' for a reason It's like Thanksgiving without the feastin' Extra manish how I'm livin' and my name is groupie It's Mr. 30-30 givin' up game to all you hoochies b*tches always splittin' stick the wood but sometimes wouldn't Suckin' and grabbin' my little pecker Talkin' about sick on my gold better I remember when carts was Barbie cut before I was in junior high All they wanted to do is kiss and let me play with they vagina I got my freshen up, I put on my chucks, also down with pluck Th finest watch on the playground, the one with the big ass butt 40 I love you, I miss you, I need you And retrospect to who b*tch come anew, b*tch come anew [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Cause we made like thugs Get juiced in the parking lot before we go up in the clubs Hugs and kisses, gotta make sure we got our gloves Hugs and kisses, E-40 can't be on any more Hugs and kisses, straight to the bar no time to waste Kickin' em' back while they take the place Order me a shot of that liquor to taste Thinkin' they about to beat my face Oh no, I'm nothin' but a professional Oh no, we're nothin' but professionals Hoochies all in my face with some of that dope water Brothers already purple off some of that soap water So I'ma make a toast to the most Mobbish lookin' brothers in this by midnight Cause brothers gotta get the sh*t that's really in man Batches on our jock, batches on our jock Mind teachin' things to these brothers Cause that's us, Captain Save a botch They wanna be like big boys and sport big loot They wanna be like big boys and sport fresh suits I got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me I got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me I got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me I got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me [Hook x2] [Outro] We in this baby boy swervin' E-40 in the mob scene And I'm still down with The C-L-I-C-K Comin' yo way in the 94 Then 95, it don't stop boy ain't no jive Sell the rest of them tapes boy Where the deposit at, where mine at Oh for real, I'm out [Computer voice repeated to fade] Where's the party at...Where's the party at Where's the party at, where's the party at, where's the party at |
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from E-40 - Breakin News (2003)
[Chorus 2x] Mo Mo/ the Mossie:
Twenty Three's on my truck (Wa La) With the Louie in the cup (Wa La) We doin' baller shit boy (Wa La) (baller Shit boy) Candy paint on them toys [E-40] Out the gate roll a seven on the dice (Wa La) Spend a Half' a hundred thousand on some ICE (Wa La) H2, without lookin at da price (Wa La) Chrome Shoes 24's, Nathan nice. (Wa La) Big Boob's in her ? (Wa La) Almost White, The kind I like (Wa La) Latest Pipe (Wa La) Like a Plumber,(Wa La) in the summer(Wa La) Beat 'em up, Just like a Drummer [The Mossie] I Just Gripped it (Wa La) Bricks' Flippin (Wa La) Fiend's Twitchin'(Wa La) Out the Kitchen (Wa La) This Song's On (Wa La) She got a Thong (Wa La) I Got Tree's(Wa La), LRP's (Wa La) Seven 11,(Wa La) Just Bought A Chevy (Wa La) On them grown men(Wa La), My Voulbs Spin(Wa La) Gotcha girl wit me,(Wa La) you know I rolled a 50(Wa La) All da Baller's if your loots getting taller, then Holla out (Wa La) [Chorus 2x] Mo Mo/ the Mossie Twenty Three's on my truck (Wa La) With the Louie in the cup (Wa La) We doin' baller shit boy (Wa La) (baller shit boy Wa La) Candy paint on them toys (Wa La) (Wa La) [Mo Mo] I love to ride Cadillac (Wa La) Buy my Black, Candy Paint Triple Black (Wa La) Drunk on saph like a Pimp to a Ho (Wa La) Hangin out the Sunroof me and The Moss (Wa La) We Flamboastin' (Wa La) Lieutenant Roastin'(Wa La) Game Infested (Wa La) 3x Vested (Wa La) Cream Dipper (Wa La) Louie Sippa (Wa La) Bread winner (Wa La) That's why I Pimp her (Wa La) [The Mossie] Fifteen's in the trunk, Wa La With the 20 Grain Slugs in the Pump, Wa La I'm heavy on the grind So I'm always thuggin cause you can catch me in that drop thang sideways muggin' Or maybe at the corner store doin' some hustilin Or Stridin' out your girl Girl Grit Fresh Unpluggin' She love to pimp me,(Wa La) Plus to lick me, (Wa La) That's why she Keep me,(Wa La) after the Sticky(Wa La) [Chorus 2x]Mo Mo/ the Mossie: Twenty Three's on the truck (Wa La) With the Louie in the cup (Wa La) We doin' baller shit boy (Wa La) (Baller Shit boy) Candy paint on them toys(Wa La) [E-40] Ghetto Superstar (Wa La) Hanging out the window of my car (Wa La) Air Traveler (Wa La) Iceman watch (Wa La) Popo think I'm sellin' rocks (Wa La) Glass Blocks (Wa La) Big Ho's (Wa La) Cell Phones (Wa La) Slappin' Voulbs (Wa La) In the Traffic (Wa La) Causin Havoc (Wa La) Like a Magnet (Wa La) I'm Attracted (Wa La) The da Ave (Wa La) Livin Lav' (Wa La) Cadillac (Wa La) Pant's Sag (Wa La) Like Alan Iverson (Wa La) They Admire me (Wa La) Like a Fireman (Wa La) Get in retirement (Wa La) [Chorus 2x] Mo Mo/ the Mossie Twenty Three's on my truck (Wa La) With the Louie in the cup (Wa La) We doin' baller shit boy (Wa La) (baller shit boy) Candy on them toys (Wa La) |
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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)
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 - 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. Verse 1 Was I really such a bad child that I deserved to get hit with boards and whooped with extension cords? did you forget that I was your creation, and all I wanted from you all was love, hope, and motivation? son, you're disrespectful and you're talking back, get out my face, kicked me out the house and wouldn't even let me plead my case. now I'm homeless and I'm freezing like the morgue, the only thing keepin me alive is the Lord needless to say it's times like this I'd rather be locked up then drinkin water out my hands and eatin out of garbage cans can I come back home, huh could I? Son, you're on your own, why should I? Chorus Things'll never change, that's just the way it is Nobody's even concerned Some things'll never change, that's just the way it is when will we ever learn? Verse 2 Huh. three years from now, I think I'm gon be straight, (straight) I put my name on the list for section 8 tried out for the army but I was flat footed, didn't do no harm to me, cuz I was used to it if I apply for some work, let's make a bet, I'll get the nine cuz I don't know about the internet What do you think we need to do to change about this nation? need to provide more jobs and better education nuclear weapons (puh) should be stopping crimes, already got enough to blow the world up a thousand times the birds and the bees, deadly disease, teenage pregnancies, std's Chorus -ac |
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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 - 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)
[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 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
Chorus:
Here's a little story I got to tell And this dis goes on, again and again Uh, Uh Here's a little story I got to tell And this dis goes on, again and again Uh, Uh Here's a little story I got to tell And this dis goes on, again and again Uh, Uh Here's a little story I got to tell And this dis goes on, again and again Uh, Uh Verse 1: I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel You can repent and come with god or you can know a devil You can go and get a job or you can do some federal but if I were you, I'd straighten up and do some next level I often tweek when I drive (drives) How can a small town like Vallejo have all these homicides? Man, fools be droppin like flies Maybe we do 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 weather 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 how come every time we get drunk somebody bring up AIDS Life is something you can’t borrow 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 loved ones that you love em every so often Chorus Verse 2: Uh, Uh fetti is the key to end all your woes Contemporary crib, cash, cars and clothes But fetti cause problems like guns and spears Familys fall out and don't talk for years Like my cromey (Like my cromey) They called him big bread Ed 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 a brand new suit for a funeral Have yo pockets ever lost weight, and you ain't even tried Did you wonder if yo cash was on a 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 a coffin Dedicated to my peoples up in jail Ya partner 40-wada gotta story to tell (a story to tell) Chorus Verse 3: You can take 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 heathen (heathen), look at the 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 peacoats and kakis (kakis) Levis and t-shirts (Levis and t-shirts), whatever the street's works (street's works) Partner - dude, you been actin kinda funny lately since you even got a few bucks But I'm still folks, Wilson Park, 'member three flies up And this goes on, again and again Dis goes on, again and again Ain't nothin changed but the terror-tory (territory) Same time, different day, different story Chorus |
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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 - The Ballatician - Grit & Grind (2002)
[E-40]
Ooooh, I'm every scene but gossip, my weeblization be thug My music be all in the club and my fo' 15's be sub And my drums and my brake pads on my car be rubber My oldest, and my youngest son always nuggin Bumpin, me and my catholic savage, badness Dumpin, on phony-ass fake-ass plastic, faggots Grindin, dippin and divin on fine, pressure Rhymin, in the +Lab+ like +Dexter+ Packin Winchester, and a trey Sylvester Catch a, bitch-a, out there oughta wet'cha Kinda sorta liquored, liquor kinda sore, measure, grams Digital scale, green eggs & hams Yams, candy yams, spam, DAMN! Loaded, my cheese, peanut butter & jam Sam'mich, mannish, me and my hispanics Vanish, talkin in codes like we from different planets [Chorus] Ay, what y'all players grindin to? What y'all bumpin mayn? (The slap!) What they lackin in the trackin? What all my fly takers be listenin to? (The slap!) What about my {?} players and West coast cats? What they listenin to? (The slap!) And I know my down South, midwest and East coast folks is fuckin with (the slap!) [E-40] I've got white girl for sale! And I don't mean caucausian, I'm talkin about yale 2-way goin off, like a high school {?} A hundred bucks it cost me for my faulty chip sale Around the corner from Starbucks coffee talkin to my {?} My frontin lil' broad up out of Tacoma askin for some mail Like I'm some type of trick deally musty mouth BOOTCH Get smacked silly, get smacked silly Musty mouth BOOTCH, get smacked silly Puffin on a Phizznilly blunt, I'm really real Herbal kill deal chill pill scrill deal (deal) Feel 'til Phil heal skill (skill) Grindin, grittin & grindin, lurkin, seekin and searchin Skirtin, tellin that durban work it (work it) Caitlin Candy's drinkin and gurpin, E&J brand burpin, {?} Chickens and birdies pickin a chef to serve it Servin, to die for, top, bleedin the block for ravi Milkin the block for fetti like a pregnant bitch's titties [Chorus] [E-40] Ooooh, ooooh Talk my way out of anything, got my hands off in everything If my money ever got funny, I'd pawn my Walter Potter engagement ring If I was to pass away tomorrow, with a self-inflicted wound to the melon Just remember y'all, I had the mouthpiece of car salesman Whomp beat of a gorilla, peel a cap back, to the tender fat Put out a contract, bring you back your hats Hypothetically speaking, not any time soon Fly fittest finest player leakin, Daniel Boone boom BOOM boom Creepin, fly right through your living room while you're sleepin Peakin, tweakin, geekin, screamin Chicken is sneakin but we was supposed to done had a meetin Renegin fakin in whom I trust, standin outside of the club schemin Scammin plottin and plannin yammin, yes sir and yes ma'am'n Double agent, playin a 50's loose cannon, new shoe You ain't even cool fool dude you a trick (trick) Take it from the Water Man, straight big stick [Chorus] [E-40] The beat keeps knockin down my rear view mirror {*7X*} Slap!! |
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from E-40 - The Mail Man (1994)
Kick this shit about the mail man
[ VERSE 1 ] Time for the payback, backpay Can't let homie live to see his birthday A.K., Forty's lettin hot ones to the kidney Bootsee muthafucka didn't know what hit him What way, rode up on his ass in a Chevy Baby, nigga shoulda known that shit was heavy Domain, shouldn't a fuck up all my fuckin fetti That I gave him, spent my shit with a nigga from another city Then they doubled, tripled and sold his ass some swivle Little old sucker-butt nigga trust the mail man Now his ass is trash like a garbage can Caught up in some shit with the mailman |
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from E-40 - Breakin News (2003)
[E-40]
Uhh... that's a good look for you [Chorus] (That's a good look for me!) I'm on another level Rose gold Roley with the yellow diamond bezel mayne (That's a good look for you!) Are you referrin to the ESV Escalade with the chrome spinnin shoes? (That's a good look for me!) Look at the way I'm movin I'm flippin hella units, nigga this is mob music (That's a good look for you!) Got up out the game Still spittin major slang, holla at'cho potnah mayne! [E-40] Uhh, see the crib, see the car, see the fast life See the pigs, see the medallion on my chest right This ain't theatrical pimpin mayne this is real life I spit the scriptures with vision mayne real pimpish like You like to slap this in yo' truck cause it's real right Hit 'em hard, never bend like a steel pipe Blow them P's to smithereens when I strike the light Shockin all exp-luh-explosive on the mic (explosive on the mic) What a MIT mean, merkin off that bay-oh-bee-6 Off 7 cups, drinkin Incredible Hulks You can tell by the lingo and the way that a player walk There's somethin about him it's the way that that player talks Whoa - watch the game unfold it's so cold (it's so cold) Colder than a six-pack of soda with froze flows (with froze flows) Bright idea with the wrong gang with lowest goals is like tryin to get on yo' feet with no toes [Chorus] [E-40] That's a good look for me! Born and brought up on the turf Played the game for what it's worth 'til they take me in a hearse I'm tryin to eat! I'm a turf hog Vet in the game I had, music on the shelf For at least a high 16, me and my car and my cabinet And everybody on my team stackin green Now that's a good look for us! Gotta know who to trust In game we trust, keep it on the low mayne Live one rule no names discussed Real hogs makin noise in the game is us And it's not a good look for you to hate on us I got a clique, that got a few thangs that click I'm tryin to make this presidential greenish flip Cause it's a good look for me to stack my chips And I'm chillin, I'm tryin to feed all my chil'ren So I can get both of my lil' niggaz at least a million [Chorus] [E-40] {*coughing*} Back woods! Tobacco paper and turtle and Canadian herbal Me and my people and my weeple gathered up in a circle Jokin and laughin and smilin, all in the parking lot whylin (That's a good look for me!) Flowmaster pipes Look at the stripes on the hood, look at the wood on my dash Look how I punch on the gas, look at the way that I'm mashin and dashin dippin and glidin slippin and slidin Bouncin and skatin and figure-eightin and drivin And all out the window campaignin drinkin and sidin (That's a good look for you!) All the ladies like me They Dig-Dug me, they love me, they kiss and hug me Suckers be hatin and plottin, schemin to mug me Wishin and hopin and dreamin that they can fuck with me (That's not a good look for y'all!) Not at all mayne 1300th block, Hillside magazine! [Chorus] - 2X |
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from E-40 - Revenue Retrievin' - Graveyard Shift (2011)
Chorus:
That candy paint, that candy paint, 84's That candy paint, that candy paint, 84's, built in ? chrome grille, leather seats, ?, tv screens and wooded wheels (x4) E-40: That candy paint, smoking that dank, beats so loud bystanders faint Neighborhood watch call and complain, Hate on my big fat ass bank Po-po pull me over say you a rap singer I know you smoke weed, let me smell your finger Linger, that the green thumb jars got a valid registration and my cannibus card I'm challenged, got candy paint on my harley, harley ?.and truck, jet ski's boats and old school cut' (cutlass) Looking for a top shelf not know ? That candy paint, gotta go can't believe their eyes Drank and drank, flabbergasted mesmerize Digital dash, havin' my cash Secret stash for my strap Gotta shake these suckers and watch my back I'm slapping so hard my windshield cracked, windshield cracked? windshield cracked I'm slapping so hard my windshield cracked My old b**ch joalous, put my tires on a ? Chorus Slim Thug: Gon' show them boyz how we rollin' mane, I'm addicted to this flossin' that why all my rides so awesome I keep that big 'lac bossin it don't matter what it's costing Tossing deuces out the roof, but that coupe While i ride by, players chunking deuces back Bobs holl'in out "hi" Feel like i'm up in the sky, yo all know that bay green 40 got them going ? when we pull up on the scene Candy paint, looking clean, fo's looking king size Heads turn while i drive it's like they can't believe their eyes It's that that boy thugger and that bad motherfucker Swanging banging riding dirty screwed & chopped on them suckers Flipping flipping looking good, diamonds diamonds 'gainst the wood From the Texas to the Cali, catch me tipping through the hood Chorus Bun B of UGK: It's Houston Texas that's the city where we ride the greatest Gripping grain, drippin' stain, turning up, rober davis That old school great tape, a trunk poppa plate scrapa Hustler and a grinder every day i'm trying to make paper I'm from pa represent for UGK and i'm riding for my city like it's rapper ? I got homies on the west i got homies in detroit Matter of fact these gladiators are all over, all day Sittin in that candy paint sideways, Pull up outta my driveway Drop that top and let them jock, then head on out on that highway Turn up some rig shot, or maybe swisher house Now pass the kush & dump the swisha out it's going down Chorus till end |
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from E-40 - Tell Me When To Go (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)
[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)
[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 - In A Major Way (1995)
Yeah, focus pocus, skiggedy-skat
It ain't nuttin but me That nigga E-40 Finna sprinkle some of you fools with some of this This G-A-M-E man some of this game Understand my sista Finna sprinkle you fools with sprinkle sista Understand this doe It don't stop til the motherfucking glock pop [Don't stop] and fuck a glock I'm fuckin with a 6R P226 Diana Ross cousin nina Misdemeanor, that's what we do, understand it I be more hipper than a hippopotamus Get off in your head like a neurologist Pushin more weight than Atlas Got a partner by the name of 2Pacalypse The seven-oh-seven my roost go hella fall back to Floyd Terrace I pull a forty out of my ballcap and den I flush it down my esopha-garus The group that I'm with The Click Shigge-D-Shot, Legit Family orientated Game related, it's the shit Killing motherfuckers off crucial Sittin em down mutual Running through these lyrics as if I was fibered like Metamucil Timah timah.... forty widah.. forty wide Sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main Big timah timah, big timah.... forty widah-ahh Sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main Kick that shit Suga Here comes the top notch, ooh ooh ooh here I be Clicked out me Suga T from the V I'm quick to smob (quick to smob), always down for the job Ya gotta strut that's a gang of shot (gang of shot) Ooh ooh ooh I'm a fool Slangin more mail as I slides through your hood Straight shakin all, these bustas and busterettes Tryin to claim fame off my Chavez rep (Chavez rep) Ohh, why oh why must I be so tight? (Why oh why) Most folks tell me, Suga you ain't right (Why oh why Suga you ain't right) It makes me wanna scream while I make ya holler Pullin a gang of clout like that al-mighty dollar Suga Suga (ahh yeah that's me) Suga Suga That's my sista (you know my name!) Sprinkle me girl, sprinkle me girl (ahaha) Sprinkle me girl, sprinkle me girl Suga Suga (that's what they call me) Dat's my sista (I ain't right!) Sprinkle me girl, sprinkle me girl, sprinkle me girl, sprinkle me girl (Check the flotation!) Nigga PHin on a playa makin mega Tryin to knock the hustle just because we way too major (E they try to test your testicles, you know that shit ain't cool) Suga don't make me have to come up out the sound booth and act a fuckin fool (All these old hoe-cake ass niggaz, they make me so damn sick) BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM ON A TRICK Playa play her for false and get rubbed off ya don't want malse Fuck around and get evaporated Cause I'ma timah timah.... timah timah Forty widah... forty wide Sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main Big timah timah... big timah Forty widah... forty wide Sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main, sprinkle me main That's what we do, beatch! Understand this shit, understand it What's happenin Suga, you in this bitch with me? (haha thought you heard) Yeah that's what we do for the motherfuckin... nine-five (ha for the nine-five, yeah) Sick Wid It Records, Jive all the time (understandin the system main) It's Mob City, V-Town, it's Mob City It's Mob City V-Town niggaz (mobbin through ya hood) |
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from E-40 - In A Major Way (1995)
E-40]
Woke up in the A.M., toasted out of my cranium Gotta take a shit, took a dump in the Mediterranean Flushed the toilet, hit the shower Snatched a fit up out the clos' Miles of a '96 broom handle Hangin half-way out my drawers You niggas better feel me I got patrons to serve Nigga got to starts pay props will deserve Fuck my trunk I'm smobbin ugly in my deep dirt , fuck you on my way to see Miss Chiminey Cause since Chiminey is a good friend of me She likes to go ah, downtown She likes it when I, pound pound Here's a whoppin' bitch Call me uh-Bah uh-Barney Rubble stick the beast down, so duck Had the pussy poppin bubbles Scratchin the paint off up of the walls Pickin off in them drawers, rebel without a pause She could feel a gnat sting, swimmin' in Niagara Falls Now no matter extra meal, managin the place All up in the motherfuckin' tall can face Streets make you broke, Forty Water ain't no joke Make way, say hey, check my display Bump the shit til your tape busts (Bump the shit til ya tape busts) And youse a bitch if you ain't got no clit (And youse a bitch if you ain't got no clit) Chorus: E-40 40 took a forty to the fuckin dome And now they got me spittin on the microphone... 40 took a forty to the fuckin dome And now they got me spittin on the microphone, beeitch! Drunker than a motherfucker spittin that shit [E-40] High rank, nigga poor Scratch scratch taller than Manute Bol Cash rules everything around me 40 why they why they get the money Oh tell me baby gon' be no catchin', bet ya catch before 40 7-11 ah big Danz said a step man, can't win (uh) 1-Luv to my niggaz in the YOU KNOW Gettin' swoll, bulkin' up, drinkin' pruneau Y'all stay the same, got some extra whoop I think I need a drink The waiter got me fuckin like me right in here bitches sooner than I think Vallejo PD's on crack man They shot my nigga Tone Tucker in the back man Prejudiced motherfuckers! What niggaz need to do is fuck a-lo a-lo key now Squash the fuh-ah fuckin' spot, ain't nothin' wrong? (Squash it) Hang with tactical edged (staple?) highly easy to be converted to Mack-1 Twice as righteous (righteous), make them po-po's like us Drink with me, second base, and I'm gone for home I drunk a 40 to the fuckin dome Chorus [E-40] I ain't no cupcake (I ain't no cupcake) so don't call me hostess (hostess) Nigga don't you know I'm all open to explosives (I'ma explode) Let tha bed bugs bite, sleep light Be ready for the tip-toein phantoms at night When I open em for risk (when I open it for risk) Smokin somethin for the hatest terminator instigator (terminator instant trader) Nigga just bought from Traders Tyler lookin for all some of that fit, ya gotta admit nigglet your life is set why you ungreatful motherfuckas you better get somewhere where they love you at your life is set why you ungrateful motherfucka I've been strugglin strivin so hard to make my shit obese (uh) Pacin back and forth (uh) Bear to grit my teeth, C-C-L-L-I-I-C-K, Northern California V uh VJ I feed your ass, with my ambitiousness about the fuckin bumble Lookin ambitious as the motherfuckin bumble Soundin' off car alarms My shit ain't nothin humble Gotta say wassup (gotta say wassup) to some niggaz on my team Niggaz like Rec-Street and Nicky motherfuckin Green (motherfuckin Green) |
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from E-40 - In A Major Way (1995)
(spit that shit)
Durrin a playa like my youth I think I recall when I got my first tooth I was a teeny little ol teether lil old peeverl ittle bitches Some like a little further on down the line started fuckin with moonshine, all kind of wines Stood in front of the liquor house sokin up kidney , from old timers Buy me a drank man I know it's against the law be a good sport liquor sport What you need my little comrad a packet of kool-aid and some throw up What else? A pack of Bb's and a short naked Night Train Whatchu gonna give me? A couple of foodstamps that I won in a dice game Preciate it playa, I'm up out of this bitch bout to go hook up with my side hill now them shits relatives simple ones kinfolks Good folks, y'know, y'know Twisted, slogan, me and my fools be out there back pervin Tor' back on your face and started to roll over *chorus* Let's perv, throw up, and drank again Let's get high, loaded, and smoke again (repeat 2X) Just wakin up from my hang-over Still high, like I swallowed an ounce of yola"coke" I don't wanna ever be sober Like payin tuishin, wake up in the same position, open up the safe Peep the stash, lookin mighty healthy, plenty of cash Grabbed my faulty"cell phone" from up out the charger And then boutsta make a dash called up the folks today is the day for my nigga's birthday twelve o'clock come through gon get beat By who? By them hog mark niggaz in the cleats We's deep, no remorse no feelings retardos no sorrow Drink it til your motherfuckin insides turn holow to cross and wallow Back to back, struck and strikin, that's your job (that's your job nigga) To make you lift this tick, fuckit nigga blow a bottle *chorus* Room spinnin, dead Got the garbage can next to the bed Now I was tweakin off that old crazy ass commercial on BET Jackie Stallone What made it so bad is I don't even know how I got home Niggaz ain't feel me y'know fuck this sargeant general when they peoples be lookin like that indo viktaa barren, purple kushdo Smob with me I'm tryin to told ya like you get to perkin Ride to me I'll teach you some of this game that I be twerkin Pull this motherfucker over main, you probably gotta go piss again Don't even sweat it though just be on the lookout for so-and-so now whatchu be callin them po-po's? Tedelknows Penelopes, grill up out of this bitch man I got warrants, let's go get some Hen main |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
"You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin"
"Smebbin down the streets in my seven-oh" "You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven" I was smebbin through the park one day "Smebbin down the streets in my seven-oh" Smebbin through the park one day "You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin" I was smebbin through the park one day "Pervin like a motherfucker, swervin" Smebbin through the park one day "You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin" I was smebbin through the park one day In the very very month of May I seen three switchin bitches, that thought I had riches Started walkin towards my way Hangin out the sunroof of my Brougham Caddy-Mack Ham sandwich with the BEEZ off in the back I mah-uh-macked on one, but I slapped down two thoroughbred tenders like that, smashed out Dabbed out, bust a pattern, leave em smokin Just like Felix Mitchell and them used to do out there in Oakland Major clout without a doubt like Clarence Carter I'll be strokin Kick a bootch smooth up out my car if she get to actin like I ain't pokin Smebbin through the park one day "Smebbin down the streets in my seven-oh" I was smebbin through the park one day "You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin" Smebbin through the park one day "Pervin like a motherfucker, swervin" I was smebbin through the park one day "You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin" Say hoe, you got your E's mixed up What the fuck you mackin for huh bitch? You got your E's mixed up Always pitched a bitch, quality timer-ass bitch you best to come and do, 'posed to be down with anything I do Now first of all before you correct me I was pretty much already an established celebrity Get my keys zack me cash off Keep up in the game so heavily But youse a stubborn, why in the fuck you complain? I raised your ass bitch, brought your ass out the rain when you was in the red, without a roof overhead I helped your ass out, by puttin you in my bed Around this time last year your ass was in the dark and bitch, I'm out -- headed to the park Smebbin through the park one day "Smebbin down the streets in my seven-oh" Smebbin through the park one day "Boy you better watch me, I'm comin smebbin" I was smebbin through the park one day "Pervin like a motherfucker, swervin" I was smebbin through the park one day "You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin" Woke up in the morning on perculation Hit the homies up, made reservation What's crackin man, nigga what's cookin? I got some hoes man, nigga good lookin Walked out the house, ten thirty three Dang near forgot my epinine milli-mi It's unlawful for me to forget my pepper folks yeah all my reapers and stealers would like it for me to forget my pepper Even though y'all my peoples, off the record playboy where the alcohol and your broccoli at nigga I'm tryin to get my dick wet Where the naked hoes? Where the big booty bitches? Yvettes and Susettes I like em thick with the dookie mickers by their hand Bow legged bitches with the bigger Gaps than the Band Tell me a little bit about yourself bitch, tell me a little about your history You done fucked around and made me mad, now I'msabout to talk bad Tore up, ass, bitch, if you don't give me some head You best to smeb -- bitch! Smebbin through the park one day "Smebbin down the streets in my seven-oh" I was smebbin through the park one day "You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin" Smebbin through the park one day "Pervin like a motherfucker, swervin" I was smebbin through the park one day "You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin" "Smebbin down the streets in my seven-oh" "You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven" "You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin" "Smebbin down the streets in my seven-oh" "You better watch me, I'm comin smebbin Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven" |
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from E-40 - In A Major Way (1995)
Mobb shit bitch
I know you know But check game doe Verse One: B-Legit, E-40 I'm in the S-C 4-double-oh Sitting real low, stick in the flo', oh The hoe want me to come swoop Take her for a ride in my blue Lex Luthor (Lex Luth-ah) But the bitch ain't got no gas fetti (gas fetti) So I burnt her like Fast Freddy (Fast Freddy) Hit me on the first when your mail has come And maybe we can go to the mall or somethin (to the mall or somethin) Heavy ass shit for the mob -- for the mob When I make a zillion I resign -- I resign I'm realin in a hundred dollar bill with the line across When Christmas come around ask Santa Claus Santa do you know E-40? Bet you that nigga say "That's my homey!" We used to perv grind curb trip to my grandma Kahlua milk and brandy almost every day Cognac is cool, but I'm on gin (on gin) Santa bought me, a new Mac-10 (yeah) Yeah, Click shit makes a motherfucker's night Niggaz listen to it cuz it's light Crooked twisted unlisted on the highways We riding sideaways, beotch! Chorus: Mac Shon I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way ("Back up the Coupe and roll sideways") I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way ("Made a left at the corner cuz it was hoes") I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way ("I'm looking for a bench seat") I'm riding sideawats, this way thatta way ("Hoes see this type of shit and go reala...") Verse Two: B-Legit, E-40 I'm riding city to city (city to city), me and Leviti So get your toilet paper cuz it's gon' get shitty (gon' get shitty) I hit the highway goin East (East) Twenty-two ounces of yeast (yeast...) I'm playin this game cuz a nigga my age be I met her last night and today she paged me Wanna know if B-Legit can kick it tonight (what else) Only sixteen, way too tight But age ain't nothin but a number -- number Baby got her hair done by Shanda -- Shanda Nine nine ten, eleven and up If you bleed, you get fucked -- fucked No not me, not fo'-oh -- not fo'-oh I beat the bitch down with a two by fo' Eryfuckinday is a holiday, celebration When the bitch is actin crabby that means she's on her menestration I be like fuckin em like dis dat to the highest -- highest Talkin more shit than colitus A str-uh, strizuck out in my Cutlass Supreme on a Friday (which way we ridin) Riding sideaways... beotch! Chorus: Mac Shon I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way ("Doing about a buck fifty") I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way ("Danked out, and full of that Cisco") I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way ("Pervin swervin runnin all into the curb and") I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way ("Bout a gallon to the dome, then that's the hit") Verse Three: E-40, B-Legit See I'ma hogg nigga, Beverly Hillbilly Neckbone, oxtails, pork'n'beans and chili Just like my nigga Celly, we likes to kick it silly Regurgitate and kick a bootch move up out the telly Cause they out there bad ain't satisfied Hoes just wanna be pacified But I can't do no justice cuz the justice ain't to be did BEOTCH! You usin too much rid Now I've been known to break niggaz off (off) Hard type or soft, line em up chalk em up as a loss See me in the parking lot doing my thang (yeah) Love to see my old school dance in the rain (kick it) The po-po's came and they closed up shop (kick it) Smashed through the Hood and we made that hot (yah) See the shit don't stop (stop) motherfuckers pop (pop) Seven-deuce drop (drop) Coney air shocks (mmhmm) Riding through the shit like Racer X And if a motherfucker flex break back and necks (back and necks) Running red lights and the right-of-ways (How we gonna get it doe?) We get it sideaways, beitch!! Chorus: Mac Shon I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way ("Late at night up and down saying hi...") I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way ("Be trapped trunk, Stark Boulevard") I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way ("Come here you little hard-ass boy!") I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way ("Niggaz like to hear this type of shit when they crawl") |
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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)
[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. 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. 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 - Revenue Retrievin' - Graveyard Shift (2011)
Yeah, get it in the morning, yeah, yeah,
Cause i'm so serious, get it in the morning Cause i'm so serious So serious listen miller if you want you hustling money for real You gonna bounce back if you got get back squeal Fuck all that whipping and ? and crime ? I'ma make it do what it do get out and get my grind I'm on that graveyard shift my water feel pass me Cause when i try to stay focus got a 24 hours notice on my ? Business is slow, i speak the truth will pressure out the roof A long way from being recession I'm going through I ain't trying to be a deadbeat dad i want my kids to have a better life than i had My cellular off, loosen more minutes over my limit Had the money but bought ...of weed that i can flip it Man i ? cause that's what some of us black folks do Instead of ? we gonna buy the new jordan shoe Milk and diapers and baby wipes cost an arm and a leg A breast of wing and a ? Hustle trying to get by, Hey don't underestimate me, A couple of days is all is gonna take me Cause i'm so serious, and go like that I drop it off and it come right back I get it in the morning Don't underestimate me, A couple of days is all is gonna take me Cause i'm so serious, and go like that I drop it off and it come right back I get it in the morning I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired of being broke I'm sick of this sequel Man i swear i hate ? till them people brought down on my luck And got a ? on my name, dirty testing i'm pissing in a cup, what the fuck They found weed in my system, i told my girl i was quitting They sent me back to san quentin for 90 days Did my time and got out, now i'm in the unemployment line trying to figure shit out But the penal system got me by the next ? With my troubled past i can't even get me a job My partner rap he got his own record label they doing their thang If i holler at him maybe he can shoot me some change Plus i'm a loyal nigger man, i learn quick bro i ain't stupid All you gotta do is show me 1 time and i can do it My fellow put a hustle under his wine, show me the gang Now i'm doing my thang Hey don't underestimate me, A couple of days is all is gonna take me Cause i'm so serious, and go like that I drop it off and it come right back I get it in the morning Don't underestimate me, A couple of days is all is gonna take me Cause i'm so serious, and go like that I drop it off and it come right back I get it in the morning I'm trying to stay out of trouble and triple double quadruple this little change that i got By throwing a few concerts But i'm not too sure if i'm ready to spend this ? reason Why is rap shows don't always go that way Uh, and the chances are that i probably won't regroup So i'ma take this loot and put some old school rnb soul groups That way the value insurance won't be that high And plus i'm minimizing the chance ...somebody dies, that's right I got a homie that work at the toll bridge He make good money, plus he get benefits She been holling at me never the lesson Trying to get a nigger a job there which is a blessing But i don't think the homie really understand I am an entrepreneur man i ain't working for no white man Attitude of a hood boy, all my life i've been running from the ? i'm serious Hey don't underestimate me, A couple of days is all is gonna take me Cause i'm so serious, and go like that I drop it off and it come right back I get it in the morning Don't underestimate me, A couple of days is all is gonna take me Cause i'm so serious, and go like that I drop it off and it come right back I get it in the morning. |
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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 The Lonely Island 1집 - Incredibad (2009)
What is that, Cristal? (No!) Dom P? (Hell no!) (This is that Carlos Santana champagne!) Oh shit, Santana DVX? That's my joint! (Mine too, but a lot of these busters don't know about it) WELL LET'S TELL THESE MOTHERFUCKERS~! As a kid, I used to lay awake and think When was Santana gonna make a drink? But now I'm all grown and my dream came true Santana champagne, from here to you From the heart of Napa Valley and the guitar king Comes a sparkling wine, to make a blind man sing Yo it's the cham-pan-yah, from the man with the bandana I can't stand a flute with anything but Santana What's the first name in cham - it's Carlos And to that man I propose a toast In the 60's, he had lots of freebie sex But now he's gettin down with the DVX Excuse me fellas! Am I to understand that Carlos Santana has made a champagne? (That's right motherfucker! Here, try it) Alright [pops bottle] AWWWWWWWWW SHIT~! I feel alive for the first time Each sip hits my lips like a landmine Without Carlos in my life I was livin a lie He makes his guitar weep, but his champagne cries He's a Southwest, tie wearin bolo champ Comin straight out the box with a bolo champ' Yo he a beast with the sugar and yeast, mix it in pots Like the way his release mixed jazz blues and pops And the salsa fusion, he's lady's shoe producin Plus he teamed with Rob Thomas for a music revolution On the 7th day, it was said God rest But on the 8th day he made the DVX Gentlemen, gentlemen, what is all the hubbub about? (Carlos Santana!) That's right I see bitches-is enjoyin my sparkling wine (We certainly are) Well be careful cause this shit'll get you fucked up Bitch! I'm like no other, one of a kind, my sparkling wine Santana DVX make you wanna have sex (OOOOH) I'm rich bitch! I'm havin my chips Get laid all the time, by 70's chicks - uhh Won hella Grammies, batches throw me they panties I'm probably your daddy, I probably nutted in your mammy I'm a Bay boy, city life, been around the corner Try to play me foul and my vatos gon' run up on ya A legend, a boss, that's what I are Ask about me pimp, 'tana be killin the guitar Old enough to know better but young enough to not care I get active - might slap a bitch with my hair (WHIP) Left coast up top I bang that shit My sparkling wine'll pop Cristal on her lip Cain't stop, won't stop gettin my bread Pack arenas and coliseums now watch me shred Ohhhh, San-tan-tan-tan-ahhhh A monkey drank a bottle and learned to speak A queer drank a bottle and became a freak A lion drank a bottle and forgot how to growl A horse drank a bottle, and fucked a cow~! |
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from E-40 - Tha Hall Of Game (1996)
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)
(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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